[ He squeezes Theo's ass, thumb teasing his hole, a curious tilt to watch how he chases the touch, if he leans into or away from the wall separating the room from the outdoors. Zephir grabs Theo's shoulder to anchor him, then his own dick to press against the ring of muscle, firmly set on his thigh the moment he pushes past the resistance. The sigh turns into a moan that alerts anyone who's been too distracted to look up until now; he keeps going — filling this body until the full length is tight, throbbing, leaking. ]
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Move.
[ Forward, then back. ]