[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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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.