[Every little bump and grind gets to him a little bit more - Theo breathes in deep, lifting his hips to try to grind all that much more up against the tight heat of her seated on him. His heels slide against the bedsheets and his fingers curl and uncurl, wrists only the slightest bit sore from pulling against the shadowy-restraints. Restraints that start to give, not that he's yet noticed. He's still staring at her, seeing absolute perfection, whimpering when she moves just enough to make him have to bite his cheek not to gasp.
He's this close to blowing his load. Just staring at her, pulling himself forward as if to reach for her - he wants a handful of hair, to feel the swell of her breast, to grab her by the hip or to stroke her off. He wants all of it, tongue wetting his lips as her name spills off them louder and louder, and it's not until he's got one hand on her thigh - grabbing hold to pull her into his thrusts - that he realizes her hold on him has lapsed. Good timing, though, because:]
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He's this close to blowing his load. Just staring at her, pulling himself forward as if to reach for her - he wants a handful of hair, to feel the swell of her breast, to grab her by the hip or to stroke her off. He wants all of it, tongue wetting his lips as her name spills off them louder and louder, and it's not until he's got one hand on her thigh - grabbing hold to pull her into his thrusts - that he realizes her hold on him has lapsed. Good timing, though, because:]
Babe - babe, I'm...
[Gonna blow.]