( he doesn't do that, because oliver already has enough people to claim as his. he's never needed anyone else, never wanted to bother giving so much of himself to someone else.
but theo gestures to himself, and oliver takes the invitation for what it is. he takes a step forward, running the pad of his thumb against the initials on theo's chest, over the curved barbel in his navel, then reaches for his left hand, the ink on oliver's left hand heating up in response to feeling his own magic against it. )
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but theo gestures to himself, and oliver takes the invitation for what it is. he takes a step forward, running the pad of his thumb against the initials on theo's chest, over the curved barbel in his navel, then reaches for his left hand, the ink on oliver's left hand heating up in response to feeling his own magic against it. )
Damn. I really did just write mine all over you.