[ Devious, selfish, Zephir grabs Theo's hair and lets go of the body; that's what's keeping him safe now, the single hand clenched in those strands, making Theo arch his back as he watches all that tailored narcissism vanish like golden flecks in the winter air. Zephir will have to see what's underneath before they're done. In fact — why not do it soon. Give the man a couple of minutes of this blissful torture before sliding his cock out, leaking a string that sticks to Theo's hole until Zephir moves away. Theo is pulled back with him, still led by the hair, turned around and sat on the windowsill; it's up to him to decide whether to brace himself on the window frame or Zephir's shoulders when he leans in, hand on his cock to force his way inside one more time. Hard and fast, bending Theo's leg with his palm under the knee. ]
Brown eyes—? What's wrong with having brown eyes?
[ Laughter between grunts, snapping his hips with obscene little claps. ]
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Brown eyes—? What's wrong with having brown eyes?
[ Laughter between grunts, snapping his hips with obscene little claps. ]