[Theo laughs - light and playful, ever so malleable to this situation that any little red flags along the way are either never seen or outright ignored. He's got goosebumps all over the stretch of bare skin that is his back, a shiver budding in his neck and running right down his spine to the point of contact - where Zephir's cock teases him, making his mouth dry and his smile resurface. The anticipation in this moment is always ethereal in its own way - no matter how good or bad the sex becomes, these moments always feel like their own high.
He resists the urge to look back over his shoulder - reserving it for a later moment, but his eyes are alert, catching glimpses of what he can in the reflection in the panes of glass of the open window while he enjoys the crisp cold of the winter air coming in.]
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He resists the urge to look back over his shoulder - reserving it for a later moment, but his eyes are alert, catching glimpses of what he can in the reflection in the panes of glass of the open window while he enjoys the crisp cold of the winter air coming in.]