( 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.
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[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.]
( 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. )
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:]
( 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.
[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.]
( 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. )
[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?
( 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. )
[There's a certain sense of smug satisfaction that he feels any time he gets someone to come for him, most notably when he gets to feel them arch and stretch, gasp and clench down. It's electric, it's hot, and even if he just got absolutely read by Oliver - he's happy as fuck about it, nuzzling up against Oliver's neck and slowing his hand to a stop after he's milked the last drops of his come out of him in steady pumps.]
You're the fucking amazing one. How you look right now? How you sound?
( head tipping to give theo more space to press against his neck, because oliver may not be super touchy, not generally, but he does love it when theo gets overly affectionate--especially right after he's come and feels boneless like this. )
[Mostly because he's proud to have gotten Oliver to do the 180 on "I won't fuck you", so with another wet kiss to Oliver's neck he slips his hands up and down his sides and stomach, nudging him forward. He's hard but not quite aching, and he takes a moment to focus on warming up the bath again before he's patting the edge of the tub.]
( technically speaking, oliver isn't fucking theo. it's a technicality he'd point out too, if oliver changing his mind ever did come up--because he's not committing to any of the effort, he's making theo do all of it. theo presses another kiss to his neck, nudges him over. but oliver takes a moment to twist around enough to plant a soft kiss against theo's cheek before he's committing to sliding out from between theo's legs.
gets up onto his knees himself in the bathwater, hands gripping onto the side of the tub while he bends over it. )
I'm taking a shower after. The water in here's gross now.
( bathing in cum doesn't really sound all that sanitary. even if oliver's walked all over the city with it caked onto him at some point or another. )
I'll get you nice and filthy, then clean you back up. Deal.
[He's happy to shift around, thankful for a wide enough tub to facilitate what is clearly the easiest of arrangements. No acrobatics needed, it's just so easily to slide up behind Oliver and effortlessly slot in behind him. Totally. Water still warm around his thighs as he kneels (okay this part is awkward - his knees hurt but he doesn't care,) and kisses Oliver's neck from behind while bringing the head of his cock up toward his ass and nudging it against his hole.]
( it's not extremely comfortable, but oliver doesn't complain about it. not yet. instead, he gives a soft hum when theo presses his lips against his neck, tries to arch his back to press his ass back against his cock even if it doesn't quite work, given how slippery the tub is. an attempt is an attempt. )
I like it, when you lose your shit over me. Watching you show me how much you like me. ( voice soft, none of that smarmy undertone oliver usually speaks with. ) I like when you pull me away from all the bullshit.
[Physically, but also just - the way it feels for them to be together, and the world bustling around them to cease to matter. Theo loves the feeling of connection, of finding another part of himself in someone else; he breathes in deep after saying that, nuzzling Oliver's neck and lavishing in the feeling. He smiles against his skin, then nips it gently as he pushes to enter him, steady and not quite slow - but he's savoring the feeling. After a moment he pulls back but not out, and slides forward again to re-enter with an appreciative groan and a wipe of his tongue over a hickey in progress on Oliver's shoulder.]
( the dick in his ass doesn't quite help his comfort levels here; his thigh muscles tighten, like he's expecting to slip any moment but doesn't. which is fucking relieving, because slipping when being fucked would really be an unfun time. theo presses in, and oliver lets a breath out--he'd been holding it in, anticipating this to turn sour real quick, but it doesn't. it's not great; he's already come, the heat's bled out of him, and the uncomfortable knees thing is making it a little difficult to get it back.
but theo feels warm against him, moving at an easy pace, dragging his tongue across his neck. oliver releases the side of the tub with a hand, reaches back to grab for theo's thigh just under his ass. gives another soft moan as he grinds hips back against him. )
[Theo savors the feeling of fucking into Oliver for a few more drawn out moments before he's impatient - and aware of their precarious luck - so he starts quickening the pace. He holds tight to his grip of Oliver's hip as well as the side of the tub, pistoning his hips forward and pushing flush to Oliver with a few ragged breaths wrenched out of him. From there it's not really all that long before he's panting and a little too needy, nipping at Oliver's neck and feeling himself start winding up.]
Fuck, you're so-
['Good', because pinching his grip of Oliver's thigh and fucking into him as hard as he can now, skin slapping against skin and the water around them coolly rippling with the motion. He groans hard just before he comes, slamming up against Oliver one more time before he's leaning against his back, nuzzling up against the nape of his neck and pressing tight as his hips sway in a few more gyrations, still buried deep in him.]
( theo's impatience works in his favor, this time. oliver gives soft little gasps and moans in response each time theo presses in, each time he feels theo's thighs pressed against his ass--because the friction still feels nice. knowing it's theo specifically, feeling teeth at his neck, feeling how tight theo's gripping onto him.
a little more of this, and oliver's pretty sure he could get back up. but he's also sure that it'd happen a good several moments after he told theo he was taking too fucking long and to get off before oliver gets out. he's almost there, fingers tightening on theo's thigh when he opens his mouth and speeds up, presses in harder, faster. the whine oliver gives is half between horny and overstimulated when he finally does slip a little only to be stopped by theo's well-placed grip on his thigh. theo groans and leans on him and he--slumps forward, chest to the tub wall, back arched as a shudder runs through his spine.
when he speaks it's soft, like a secret he maybe didn't mean to share. )
[It's said equally soft, moments later after Theo's gotten his breath back. He still feels the sheen of sweat over his skin cooling like their bathwater, and he kisses his shoulder one more time before shifting his hips back and pulling out. He has a too familiar sense of clarity after blowing his load that makes everything feel so much more real and refined, honest in ways Theo's trained himself not to be. Open and loving in once shut down ways.
His hands skim down Oliver's sides, massaging his skin before he's coaxing his hands up Oliver's back and massaging his shoulders. The water around them is stale to him now so he'll also pull the plug to let it drain, and turn the spout back on to help rinse it down, ready but waiting to turn on the overhead shower while also stating:]
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( 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.
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[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?
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Wouldn't go well with my skin tone.
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[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.]
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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.
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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.
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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. )
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[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?
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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.
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You come for me, saying my name, and I'll let you pick a spot on me to call your own.
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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.
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[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.]
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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. )
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You're the fucking amazing one. How you look right now? How you sound?
[He exhales hard, pressing his nose to his neck.]
I love it.
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( head tipping to give theo more space to press against his neck, because oliver may not be super touchy, not generally, but he does love it when theo gets overly affectionate--especially right after he's come and feels boneless like this. )
You still want to fuck me? I'll let you.
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[Mostly because he's proud to have gotten Oliver to do the 180 on "I won't fuck you", so with another wet kiss to Oliver's neck he slips his hands up and down his sides and stomach, nudging him forward. He's hard but not quite aching, and he takes a moment to focus on warming up the bath again before he's patting the edge of the tub.]
You wanna bend over it, I'll make the rest work.
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gets up onto his knees himself in the bathwater, hands gripping onto the side of the tub while he bends over it. )
I'm taking a shower after. The water in here's gross now.
( bathing in cum doesn't really sound all that sanitary. even if oliver's walked all over the city with it caked onto him at some point or another. )
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[He's happy to shift around, thankful for a wide enough tub to facilitate what is clearly the easiest of arrangements. No acrobatics needed, it's just so easily to slide up behind Oliver and effortlessly slot in behind him. Totally. Water still warm around his thighs as he kneels (okay this part is awkward - his knees hurt but he doesn't care,) and kisses Oliver's neck from behind while bringing the head of his cock up toward his ass and nudging it against his hole.]
I like you when you're gross for me.
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I like it, when you lose your shit over me. Watching you show me how much you like me. ( voice soft, none of that smarmy undertone oliver usually speaks with. ) I like when you pull me away from all the bullshit.
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[Physically, but also just - the way it feels for them to be together, and the world bustling around them to cease to matter. Theo loves the feeling of connection, of finding another part of himself in someone else; he breathes in deep after saying that, nuzzling Oliver's neck and lavishing in the feeling. He smiles against his skin, then nips it gently as he pushes to enter him, steady and not quite slow - but he's savoring the feeling. After a moment he pulls back but not out, and slides forward again to re-enter with an appreciative groan and a wipe of his tongue over a hickey in progress on Oliver's shoulder.]
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but theo feels warm against him, moving at an easy pace, dragging his tongue across his neck. oliver releases the side of the tub with a hand, reaches back to grab for theo's thigh just under his ass. gives another soft moan as he grinds hips back against him. )
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Fuck, you're so-
['Good', because pinching his grip of Oliver's thigh and fucking into him as hard as he can now, skin slapping against skin and the water around them coolly rippling with the motion. He groans hard just before he comes, slamming up against Oliver one more time before he's leaning against his back, nuzzling up against the nape of his neck and pressing tight as his hips sway in a few more gyrations, still buried deep in him.]
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a little more of this, and oliver's pretty sure he could get back up. but he's also sure that it'd happen a good several moments after he told theo he was taking too fucking long and to get off before oliver gets out. he's almost there, fingers tightening on theo's thigh when he opens his mouth and speeds up, presses in harder, faster. the whine oliver gives is half between horny and overstimulated when he finally does slip a little only to be stopped by theo's well-placed grip on his thigh. theo groans and leans on him and he--slumps forward, chest to the tub wall, back arched as a shudder runs through his spine.
when he speaks it's soft, like a secret he maybe didn't mean to share. )
I really do love you.
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[It's said equally soft, moments later after Theo's gotten his breath back. He still feels the sheen of sweat over his skin cooling like their bathwater, and he kisses his shoulder one more time before shifting his hips back and pulling out. He has a too familiar sense of clarity after blowing his load that makes everything feel so much more real and refined, honest in ways Theo's trained himself not to be. Open and loving in once shut down ways.
His hands skim down Oliver's sides, massaging his skin before he's coaxing his hands up Oliver's back and massaging his shoulders. The water around them is stale to him now so he'll also pull the plug to let it drain, and turn the spout back on to help rinse it down, ready but waiting to turn on the overhead shower while also stating:]
Let me rinse you off.