[Another thing Theo might be a little too into is a situation like this one, dangerously close to being cold-edged; he thrives under someone's command a little too well, submits himself a little too easily, and should know better. He does know better. But here he is, shuddering on his next inhale after feeling Zephir slide into him, feeling himself stretch to accommodate his length inch after inch. The burn is mild, but the heat in his chest is boiling.
Move, he says, and Theo responds with a soft grunt and another bowing of his head. He moves his body, finding purchase with the grip of the windowsill - lifting one hand to brace against the side edge like he's wary over how uncentered he's become. He pushes back, letting out another moan as he finds the rhythm that would have him fuck himself against Zephir's cock, bringing beads of pre to the tip of his own in the process.]
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Move, he says, and Theo responds with a soft grunt and another bowing of his head. He moves his body, finding purchase with the grip of the windowsill - lifting one hand to brace against the side edge like he's wary over how uncentered he's become. He pushes back, letting out another moan as he finds the rhythm that would have him fuck himself against Zephir's cock, bringing beads of pre to the tip of his own in the process.]