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[chokedout]

Shall I go back to just daydreaming of our weekend, then?

[mygoodsir]

Please, I beg you, tell me something that would make you happy.

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Honestly, I'd be happy just to blow you again.

[mygoodsir]

Teddie!

That isn't spoiling you.

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it is if i like to be spoiled with your seeeeeed

[mygoodsir]

Teddie!

You are so terribly tempting.

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want to make our walk tonight an extra late one?

[mygoodsir]

Yes.

Will you meet me in my quarters?

[chokedout]

I'd be happy to ♥

[mygoodsir]

I'll be waiting with bated breath.

( time skip bc i need all the goodsir )

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[Theo waits with his own bated breath, making sure to take an extra scented shower before languishing over outfit choices - finally settling on layers, a tank top and dark jeans with one of his and Cellar's shared cardigans, since the cool air still has a little bit of a bite to it, even through a window.

He knocks on the door three times, waiting with a smile already on his lips for Harry to answer.]

💕

[mygoodsir]

[Harry answers very soon after the third knock. He is, in typical Harry fashion, wearing trousers and braces, but he's only in his shirt with no waistcoat or outerwear.

He takes Theo's face in his hands and kisses him.]

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[Theo seems giddy by that, grinning into the liplock- hand briefly on the doorframe as he blindly pushes himself through the threshold with an equally blind swat behind him to make sure the door closes in their wake. He's got a lot of tongue to give, both hands up to cup Harry's face before one drags down his chest, holding on to the waistband of his trousers. Slowly, he peels back, but just an inch.]

Hi.

[mygoodsir]

Hello.

[Slightly breathless, but still as soft and vaguely apologetic as ever. Harry leans in again for another kiss, his hands dropping to Theo's shoulders.]

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You don't mind if we skip the actual walk tonight and get our cardio another way?

[Because Theo's already shrugging off his cardigan, letting it fall to the floor before he's picking away at Harry's shirt - unbuttoning the front then using a grip of each side of it to steer Harry back toward his bed while he pushes forward with a hearty kiss.]

[mygoodsir]

I was hoping you might be agreeable to that.

[It's not hard to steer him that way. Harry's hands are busy trying to undo Theo's jeans even as he stumbles back. He doesn't quite succeed before the backs of his knees hit the bed and he sits down with a little 'oof.' He looks up at Theo adoringly.]

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[Theo grins at him, tongue caught between his teeth as he lets go of Harry's shirt to shed his own - throwing it to yet another corner of the room before looking down to watch Harry's fingers work. He walks two of his own up Harry's forearm, silver rings adorning the digits, before he uses those same fingers to tip up Harry's chin and kiss him again. Other hand planted on his chest, he shoves him backward; climbing up to straddle his hips and guide him a little more soundly toward the center of the bed.]

[mygoodsir]

[Harry's forearms are something he's a little shy about, due only to the scars running up from his wrists. But with Theo he no longer thinks to be self conscious about it.

Laughing softly (and it is a lovely laugh, really) he does his level best to worm his way up the bed without dislodging Theo from his seat.]

I daresay this might be easier without you atop me, my dear.

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Yes, well. I want to be on top of you.

[But Theo works like a worm on a string, wiggling himself around so they're settled - and making hasty work of unfastening Harry's trousers, prioritizing them over getting rid of his own. Shirt untucked, he splits it open and rakes his fingers down Harry's chest, arched forward like a cat, nails ever so gently grazing skin while he grinds down against Harry's hips.]

You have a good view from there, don't you?

[mygoodsir]

[Harry doesn't fight any of this. No, he just lets his hands grip Theo's strong thighs, admiring the muscle bunched under the denim.]

Oh, yes. Very good indeed.

[One hand trails up Theo's leg to his abdomen to his chest.]

You are so very handsome. And warm.

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[Theo needs to ask Harry sometime what he thinks of his navel piercing, but now is not the time - Theo's focus is grinding on Harry, feeling all that pent up horniness come right back up to the surface. He's thought about this quite a bit - he wants to savor it, but by God he wants to fuck this man right now.]

And hard, if you couldn't tell.

[Theo has to push up on his knees to wrestle his jeans and silk boxers down his thighs to free his cock; so begins the wiggly, annoying process of shedding clothes. He doesn't stop until he's naked, but hesitates before working any further on Harry. Keeping him partially dressed is... hot?]

[mygoodsir]

Mm, I may have noticed.

[While no less blindingly horny, Harry's not quite as erect as Theo yet. He looks up as the younger man wriggles about with unconcealed amusement.

Once Theo is nude, he runs his hands up and down his bare thighs.]

I suppose you'd like to do something about that. Or rather, have me do something about it.

[His fingers just graze the underside of Theo's cock.]

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I have half a mind to tell you and lay back and just enjoy it, actually. Or do you prefer to be hands on tonight?

[Theo grins, grinding again against Harry's hips - hissing happily at the grazing touch before he's determined to keep on going. Both palms planted on Harry's abdomen, he leans forward to gaze down at him, wetting his lower lip as he does so:]

A prepared man like you has plenty of lube at arm's reach, doesn't he?

[mygoodsir]

Teddie! [Mock scandalized. He wraps his hand around Theo's cock and pumps it a few times before releasing him.

He smiles, cheeks pink, and gestures at his night table.]

In there.

[chokedout]

[Theo's eagerness means he has to deal with a brief interruption (why didn't he bring his own lube?) and a shuddered sigh from the touch before he's reaching to grab for the container before parking himself right back on Harry's lap, then a little farther down to rest against his thighs. He's ever so slightly pink in the face, flushed with arousal, pulling down Harry's pants to free his cock and wrapping still-dry fingers around it.]

Shall I get you nice and achingly hard with my hand, orrr... with my mouth?