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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[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.