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I'm turning the back room into a workshop. Once I get there.

( oliver doesn't do a lot of shit often, but he wants to have his own space when he does. )

Mm, update the tech too. Fuck if I know how here, that's something I'll work on figuring out later. Maybe.

( turning his head in to press his lips against the underside of theo's jaw. )

You can paint all you want.

Workshop sounds cute. I get to watch you work at least one day a week. I like your studious faces.

[But he is also hyped to paint - he's been itching to do something creative, but his usual risque art is nothing but ordinary here. He's still working on a come back for that. Cum back? He kisses Oliver back, nuzzling up against him and having their lips barely meet.]

Can I paint you sometime? Your back as a canvas. Your whole body. You can just lay there and look pretty.

You can once we're done in here, if you want.

( oliver likes being fawned over; someone putting a paint brush over his back, leaving behind strokes of color as they line his skin sounds like a great way to spend his time. especially considering he doesn't have to do anything. low expectations with high reward. )

Rinse off the grime, then paint me up. ( lips quirking up at the corner, before he opens his mouth to nip at theo's lower lip. )

Maybe I'll reward you by letting you watch me work.

Mm, I'd like that.

[He's rinsing out a round of fancy shampoo from Oliver's hair, threading his fingers back through the strands and toying his other hand back and forth along Oliver's forearm beneath the water. It's still delightfully warm, he's happy to linger here. If they don't pass out on the bed, he'd be happy to take a second surge of energy and make a painting out of Oliver.]

You let me take some photos afterward and I'll give you an IOU for later. Blowjob, rimjob, foot rub - whatever. Deal?

You don't need to bribe me to get shit out of me, you know.

( eyes opening, so he can look straight up to theo over his shoulder. there's a very slight curl to his lips--a small attempt at a grin that isn't quite growing enough to count as one. )

You can take pics, then after, do whatever you feel like doing with me.

Duly noted.

[He seems pleased with that - although in honesty, he's not sure what to make of it. Things for him have always been exchanges - at least for the longest time in recent memory. It's how he's made and kept friendships, relationships and lovers. He's given to get, and isn't sure how to just... receive without feeling compelled to offer something in return. Why would anyone want to do something for him just because?]

Paint your outside, then paint your inside. Got it.

Don't forget the conditioner.

( because he's pretty sure theo's finished with the shampoo but oliver hasn't smelled the coconut oil conditioner yet, which is vital to hair care and should never be skipped, ever. oliver leans forward so he's not quite laying on theo anymore to give him more room to work with, because. conditioner. )

If my hair's not clean I'm not letting you put paint on me.

Oh my god, you're tiring.

[But - here he is, stretching to reach for the other bottle so that Oliver doesn't go a day without silken locks. Then he's back to working it through Oliver's hair, diligent and quiet until he speaks up a few moments later:]

You should let your hair grow in. You look good with curls.

Did I ever tell you? One of your ex's rules was to let him cut and style my hair, because he wanted it a certain way. I'm guessing to match yours.

( gross really. not that he doesn't enjoy the whole sameface thing he's got going on with theo, it's fun on occasion. oliver slouches back against theo, hums soft under his breath. )

I could grow it.

He liked to do that - yeah.

[To do a lot of what Theo's doing now, he realizes, when it comes to bathing Oliver. But Theo does it with affection, as an excuse to stay close and feel warm. There was some of that with Willem, but most of the time Willem looked at him like a prize. A trophy to be cleaned and kept. He leaned into it, but now he realizes how it really seemed from the outside. He rinses the conditioner slowly, fingers raking through strands of Oliver's shiny hair.]

Up to you. You're hot to me either way.

I know.

( narcissist that theo is, they'd still share a face. or share a face theo used to have and oliver's currently wearing. maybe he should grow it out, if only to give himself a feature that theo didn't share with him. maybe he should just because he's fucking lazy and having william around to cut it at least meant he didn't have to think about it anymore, and it is getting a little unruly as-is. leaning into it might not be a shit idea.

especially if theo's just going to wash it for him anyway. the water's getting cool enough that oliver takes a foot out of it so he can turn the hot tap on again. )

I wouldn't change anything about myself just for you. Or lean into whatever because I think you'll give me crap. I don't need that from you.

Would you do it for a reward?

[Theo knows this isn't that kind of bath but he still teases a tickle of his fingers against Oliver's stomach beneath the level of the water; leaning in to lick a droplet of water off Oliver's neck before he's nuzzling up against it, smelling the sweet scent of the rinsed through shampoo and conditioner. He looks forwar to the tap, and then brings his hand up beneath the surface of the water - as if pressing up against the top crust of ice that isn't there. He concentrates and well, he helps speed up the warming of the water just slightly. But practice is practice?]

Grow it out, I'll give you a bj every time I notice it's longer. Then cut it and rinse, repeat- I'll still blow you any time I can see your curls come in.

Just because you told me to? No.

( how buyable do you think he is, theo? well. actually very buyable but that's irrelevant to the situation at hand, because theo isn't buying him and oliver isn't selling himself to him. it's part of why oliver likes him so much: he doesn't have to try with theo, whereas he'd spent a good amount of time trying with everyone else here. theo licks at him and nuzzles in closer, uses a spark of that stupid magic of his and oliver. idly contemplates changing his no fucking thing. he hasn't really been in the mood lately, but theo's gentle clinging and need to coddle in close might be getting him there.

so he wraps fingers around the back of theo's wrist, the one at his stomach. lowers his hand slow to press fingers against the inside of his thigh as oliver spreads his legs a bit. figures theo will get the hint. )

But I do want to do something different. I can't look like your replica for forever, that's just fucking sad.

Edited (i lost a paragraph) 2022-11-06 22:15 (UTC)

Mmm.

[Hints aren't hard to catch on to, and he doesn't make the most overt of turns toward it but Theo's hand slips to caress Oliver's skin beneath the surface of the water, fingertips tracing up to his groin in a languid touch. He kisses at his jaw again, nuzzling there, while his fingers move ever so much closer to Oliver's cock; he detours with a fondling of his balls to start.]

You ever think about going blond?

( he isn't even close to hard yet, but theo's fingers move down to his balls and oliver gives a soft, pleased little hum. rolls into it as his eyes close. he's not there yet, but theo's great at turning him on so oliver's--confident enough in his ability to get him there. his cock twitches in interest after a few moments, and oliver laughs soft. raises a hand back behind him to wrap fingers around the side of theo's neck. )

Wouldn't go well with my skin tone.

Green or blue would. Maybe a bit of fire truck red.

[Something spicy, even just in a statement streak - he prefers Oliver as is, all dark curls and darker eyes, but he's having fun with the daydream. He's lived so many lives it's hard to remember what he started with, and half of it is a narcissistic admiration of himself when he praises him but there's a half of Theo that always years to just admire Oliver for being what he wishes he could be. A nostalgia, a yearning that it all instigates in his chest. He kisses his jaw again, fingers curling around Oliver's cock to feel it over - to work to get him hard in the slowest way possible, just to feel him squirm.]

( it's slow--slower than he'd usually like but maybe that's what oliver needs right now anyway. he gives a soft, aborted moan when theo's fingers wrap around him, more the anticipation than anything else. but he's letting it happen, he's pressing into theo's touch, holding onto him tight. )

Red, maybe. ( definitely not fucking firetruck read but oliver'd probably look great with some red highlights, now that he's thinking about it. theo and his shit glamours would probably be able to pull it off much easier than relying on box dyes, but oliver's not going to ask for it. ) I do look great in red.

[Red, dark like the flowing rivulets of blood from a flesh would or the bright spray of it - both shades would look good on Oliver. Blood in general suits him well, and Theo lets himself think that over with a heated hum, fingers around Oliver's cock moving ever so much faster with his own renewed vigor. He closes his eye again, running his tongue over his upper lip.]

Ask me nicely later and I'll show you what it's like.

[On himself, on Oliver - does it matter in the end? When he speaks, it's with Oliver's voice - but his face is, for the moment, still himself:]

Pretty please.

( he's hard, shoulders flushing over as theo strokes him off, as oliver feels his gut heating up slow. feels the way his body starts shifting against theo even if oliver isn't--purposefully trying to. this isn't him playing into the idea of being turned on, but actually getting there. because oliver wouldn't fake it for theo, that's stupid.

theo talks in his voice and the little laugh oliver gives is soft and gaspy. he turns his head in to nose against the underside of theo's jaw, mimics that old stupid accent that theo the first spoke with, )

Pretty please, Theo, I want you to--I want you to show me.

( not playing it up at all would be boring. )

Just for you then, I'll show you.

[Later, after they've had their fun - his hand moves beneath the water, sending ripples along the surface as he jerks Oliver off. He kisses at his cheek, nuzzling back, his other hand also in the water - fondling his balls, playing his fingers gently down between his legs to caress the skin there with a suggestive, minorly intrusive touch. He doesn't need to do more than this, just needs to draw it out nice and slow to enjoy the way Oliver writhes, but he wants to touch every inch of his body. Wants him to know that's what he wants, wants Oliver to feel desired.]

What else do you want, lovely?

( theo plays with him like he's worshiping him, and oliver's--very into it, lips curled at the corners, hips jerking into theo's hands as if that'll provide more pressure, more friction, but it's--not enough to get him off. it doesn't matter, it still feels good, oliver isn't in any rush to end this.

just the opposite, actually. oliver's hand raises to curl fingers into theo's hair, yanking on strands just hard enough to provide that pull but not enough to pull out strands. his eyes narrow, focus ahead of them on the wall. he gives a soft sigh, shifts a leg to hook his calf over theo's knee, weight resting back against him. )

I want to mark you. I want you to be mine.

[Theo lets out a soft little breath, groaning as they shift in the tub and his head tilts to one side to lean into the pull of Oliver's hand in the strands of his hair. He keeps his hand moving around his cock even as he closes his eyes, lashes fluttering, a soft smile on his lips. Anyone else and he'd laugh and indulge the idea with them - shallowly, with no real devotion to it for obvious reasons, but Oliver's a special case. He of all people knows what it's like to bear a mark without consenting to it, and he might also understand the tug Theo feels now toward the idea of experimenting again with it... this time of his own intent.]

You come for me, saying my name, and I'll let you pick a spot on me to call your own.

( an easy enough demand. oliver tips his head back, rests it against theo's shoulder as his eyes close. lets the sensation of the warm water around them and theo's fingers wrapped around his cock, the scent of him, the warmth of his back--be all he's focusing on. he's hard, cock twitching as theo keeps up the steady pace. gives a soft moan while rolling hips down, into the fingers theo has pressed lower. )

I liked you almost from the second I met you. Did you know that? ( a soft hum that breaks into a moan. oliver presses the hand that isn't gripping onto theo's hair against his thigh, flexes his own thigh to help move him into theo's strokes. )

You're hot, you've got an attitude, and you're, ( a grin spreading across his face, as he digs nails into theo's skin hard enough to leave marks and drags them up, towards his hip. ) such a fucking slut.

You liar, you liked me from the moment you set eyes on me.

[He laughs, softly exhaling against Oliver's skin as he nuzzles against him - smitten by the words as they were, even without his totally legit correction. As obvious at it is, Theo's kink for praise and being told just how much he's liked is always there - simmering under his skin, warm like the water they're still in. He nips at Oliver's earlobe right after he's scratched up his thigh, bringing welts to his skin - and squeezes his cock a bit firmer, pumping faster, laughing because:]

You're so into sluts? That must be your kink, having a dirty little whore beat you off in the bath while he's thinking about what it'd be like to just pound into you instead. Maybe tease you first, edge you - eat you out a little, make you beg for a good finish so that you can turn around and stake your claim on him. Am I close? Or are you close?

[Hand hasn't stopped, of course.]

( he is close; stuttered little gasp falling freely from his lips as a healthy flush covers his ears, his cheeks. fingers flex against theo's thigh as the bathwater washes away pre. )

I'm into you. ( another soft little gasp, just before one corner of his lips curls up into a little half-smirk. ) I'm into how much you want to--eat my ass. Fuck, how many times have you brought that up? I'm into how much of a contradictory asshole you are--fuck--you want control, you want to give it up. You fuck off every time shit gets too serious, you come back and cling on tighter. You're a mess. ( but it's--affectionate, or at least as affectionate as oliver ever sounds. )

God, Theo, you're amazing. ( another stuttering breath in, before his stomach's tensing and oliver's coming right into the bath. he'll--bitch once the afterglow's faded, how baths are gross already and now look at them, sitting in water full of cum. but oliver isn't there yet, blissed out and more satisfied than he thought he'd be today. )