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[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?

Hand, please.

[He smiles.]

I like to hear you talk. You've such a very lovely voice, Teddie. And that's easier to do without your mouth full.

[His dick does stiffen more under Theo's touch.]

[Theo continues to find these little moments with Harry that surprise him - he's not sure why they do, and it's not an earth shattering sort of surprise. More like a little bump in the road that makes his heart do a funny little squeeze. He's on a whole journey of self re-discovery, including a lot of self worth and while he is very happy to whore out and use the talents he knows he has... Harry says something like that and it makes Theo feel a little dumb from joy at being perceived as more than just a horny lay.

Very few people make Theo feel this way - Cellar dug into the layers before, and he's voluntarily peeled them down a bit for others, too. But here they are again, navigating the twists and turns with surprising ease. He takes in a deep breath, smiling, and then slickens his palm with lube before starting to stroke him firm and deliberate. The irony of being briefly silent in response is not lost on Theo:]

You're going to keep making me blush.

[Harry has a completely unguarded heart. Worse, he doesn't have the ability to hide his feelings, making every hurt and every delight obvious to all who care to look. Theo has been much more than a lay for quite some time now. More, indeed, than even a friend.

It would be safe to say that Harry adores him.

He beams up at him.]

Good. You are ever so beautiful in pink.

[He exhales a little shakily as Theo brings him to full attention.]

Oh, Teddie. My dear, sweet Teddie. I'm meant to be spoiling you, not the other way 'round. Not that I'm complaining. Your touch is...

[A sigh.]

Oh, you will be - you will be... in juuust a... second.

[Theo says with his tongue caught in the corner of his lips, like he's putting the final touch on a painting - only he's getting Harry that last bit hard before his pumps slow and he's up on his knees again. While he aligns himself with Harry's hips (feeling stupidly elated - trying not to fumble it,) and hovers over them, he slickens himself up with lube. Looking down at Harry, and just before he starts guiding him to his hole:]

You have no idea how much I wanted to do this.

Really?

[Genuinely curious, not fishing for compliments. But then he inhales sharply as Theo moves to take him into himself.

His hands find Theo's hips and rest there.]

Oh. Oh, Teddie, yes.

Mm--Mmhmm.

[He grunts ever so gently as he guides Harry to enter him, feeling the stretch as he works the head of his cock inside before slowly lowering himself down. It takes a few tries to make it feel seamless, bobbing up and down, before he gets farther than half-way. He wants to savor it, though, breathing shallow and quick, a look of concentration creasing his brow before he seats himself flush and hold still just to savor that as well.]

... Nngh, you're - ah...

[Harry stays remarkably still, letting Theo take as much time as he needs. His hands move up and down from his hips to his thighs in slow, sweeping motions.]

Are you alright?

[His voice is as soft as ever, his brow creased with concern.]

Y-Yeah, I'm... I'm good.

[Theo's flushed still, eyes closed until he blinks them open, giving a low-lidded and heady glance to Harry with a wide smile. While he's still savoring that moment of feeling full, he slides one hand up Harry's chest, fingers curling as he drags them back down it and slowly starts to move. It's hard to tell how much of this is dirty talk, or a rather genuine:]

You're just - big, babe. Gotta get used to it.

[The look that Harry gives Theo is downright comical in how unbelieving it is. He's not offended, he just very obviously isn't buying it. (Although he supposes he's a little thicker than average, but big?)

But Theo's fingers raking through his chest hair feels so nice that he decides not to argue.]

May I touch you?

I'd be - sad - if you didn't.

[He says with breaths between the words, finding a rhythm to the way he moves up and down over Harry's cock - working tense thigh muscles and easily beginning to start up a sweaty glow across his forehead. He wants to look good for Harry at this angle so there maybe be a cling of glamor unwittingly sticking to him or at the very least a little bit of flexing - at least until Theo gets too horny to care and just rides.]

[As far as Harry is concerned Theo looks good from every angle without the help of magic. This is not a man who is going to care if every hair is in place. Especially now.

Granted permission, he takes hold of Theo's cock. He doesn't move his hand at first, just keeps a loose fist so that Theo's own movements result in soft friction. After a few moments of this he releases Theo's cock (smiling at any complaint that causes) to spit in his palm.

Harry wraps his wet hand more firmly around Theo's cock again, pumping him this time.]

There we are.

[Theo's jaw drops open just a bit when he sees Harry spit - feels uncouth and dirty, filthy in the hottest of ways on him? He laughs, just a light little breathy laugh, as he bounces on his lap and leans into the feeling of Harry's hand. Ignore the heated flush of color running up his neck and across his face, he's just - you know, heated up.]

You feel really good.

As do you.

[Almost too good. He is, as he often is, a little worried about coming too quickly.

He palms the head of Theo's dick to collect the beads of pre-cum there, smoothing it over his palm to mix with the spit and keep things slick.]

And you. Ah. You look beautiful, Teddie.

[Theo's head bows in concentration, all of his focus in keeping moving - working himself against Harry's body and savoring the thick fullness of his cock every time he thrusts down on it, feeling it deep inside. Theo prides himself on riding like a champ but now he half-wishes they'd started this out in another way, wondering what angles might get Harry all that much deeper. It's the horny talking - desperate to be overwhelmed, desperate to feel.

He's moaning loudly, thighs squeezing Harry's sides as he moves a little quicker - then tries to slow himself down, indecisively.]

Fuck, I could - could do this forever. Have you cum in me again and again. Ugh, God, I want you to cum in me, Harry. Please.

[There is a particular thrill that Harry gets from vocal partners. Partly, it's the confirmation: if they're moaning, then he must be doing something right. But it's also the sense of freedom that comes with the knowledge that it's safe. Nobody is going to throw back a curtain or push open a thin door. They won't be flogged or worse. They can just be together, flesh to flesh.

Harry groans and bites his lower lip.]

I. Yes. Ah. Yes.

[It's easier to give in than to fight the inevitable. He lets his hips rock now, his heels digging into the mattress to help gain more leverage. Harry's breathing comes faster, more ragged as he chases his climax.

When it comes he grabs both of Theo's hips and pulls, keeping him screwed down on his lap as he spasms inside him.]

[Theo gets louder the closer he can tell Harry is, riding his hips as best he can - flexing and allowing himself to be pulled down flush against him for when he spills. His chest is rising and falling quickly, color running across his face and neck, and Theo brushes back some messy hair that's damp from sweat and sticking to his brow. While he patiently waits, edging himself a little because his cock is throbbing, he sighs pleasantly.]

Is it bad I want to keep you in me?

[A breath, Theo's hand is around Harry's, gently imploring it to move again.]

Keep your cum in me, too?

That's not bad.

[Breathless. Soft. And undeniably horny in spite of having just come.

Harry remembers his hand and strokes firmly and quickly.]

I want it in you until you spend. Then I... I want to see it leak out of you.

Mmm, mmhmmm.

[He can do that much - easy. Theo's chin tips up and he starts to rock just a little, feeling Harry's hand start to move and fucking into the firmness of it while he still has pressure also playing up against his prostate. His thigh trembles as a sure sign that it's working and he loudly encourages Harry on ("please, yes, yes, please, just like that-") until he feels the heat coil in him and he comes all across Harry's knuckles and his own with another loud, wanton cry.]

[There's no way he can get hard again right away, but Harry feels a surge of lust at the sight and feel of Theo's orgasm all the same.]

Beautiful. Oh, you perfect, lovely man.

[He lifts his hand and licks Theo's cum off of it without really thinking about it.]

[Theo's chest heaves with heavy breaths and he looks down at Harry, eyes low-lidded but enamored with him. He wants to just collapse right on top of him, fall into his arms in the midst of a mess and lay there indefinitely. Instead he sits for a moment longer, moving slowly to brace his hands on Harry's abdomen so as he lifts up onto his knees he feels him slide out of him slowly. Feels the way he leaks down his leg just as quickly, biting his tongue and cheekily looking up at Harry so he sees too.]

Got a good angle?

[Harry's face goes red, but he's smiling with a sort of naughty glee when he nods.]

A most lovely angle, thank you.

Will you kiss me Teddie? I should like that, very much.

Kiss you? While your cum's dripping down my leg?

[Just, you know, to really get that redness going. He grins, and just before he does just that:]

Certainly.

[He does indeed flush even darker, but he kisses back without hesitation.]

You're very special to me. Is. Is that alright to say?

It is. Especially since I like hearing it.

[Theo shifts to the side, laying down next to Harry - hand resting on his chest.]

You're very special to me too. Very special indeed.