[ A small baptism, desecration over anointment. It begins with his fingers in Theo's hair, looking down to watch his muscles shift, hand working to urge another twitch from the hilt, taut skin in his palm. Then Theo's head is yanked back, throat bare and primed to be ripped open by something bloodthirsty, forced to widen his shoulders and arch his spine.
There will be no monsters harming his catch. Zephir is the only one allowed to be the threat, and he relinquishes Theo's dick to grab his waist. It's only when the stress of this position starts to make Theo tremble that Zephir relaxes the grip and lets him fall forward. He helps, in fact, bending him over the windowsill, mapping out smooth skin; his gaze stops at the cleft of Theo's ass, just an inch from touching Zephir's erection. Rolling his hips forward, the wet head slips between, sliding toward the tailbone and back. Repeated movements until he's heard spitting again, into his hand, spreading fluid along the shaft. It doesn't feel like saliva. Thicker, slippery, and enough to coat the whole damn thing. ]
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[ A small baptism, desecration over anointment. It begins with his fingers in Theo's hair, looking down to watch his muscles shift, hand working to urge another twitch from the hilt, taut skin in his palm. Then Theo's head is yanked back, throat bare and primed to be ripped open by something bloodthirsty, forced to widen his shoulders and arch his spine.
There will be no monsters harming his catch. Zephir is the only one allowed to be the threat, and he relinquishes Theo's dick to grab his waist. It's only when the stress of this position starts to make Theo tremble that Zephir relaxes the grip and lets him fall forward. He helps, in fact, bending him over the windowsill, mapping out smooth skin; his gaze stops at the cleft of Theo's ass, just an inch from touching Zephir's erection. Rolling his hips forward, the wet head slips between, sliding toward the tailbone and back. Repeated movements until he's heard spitting again, into his hand, spreading fluid along the shaft. It doesn't feel like saliva. Thicker, slippery, and enough to coat the whole damn thing. ]