[It's still exciting, even when it might be approaching a step too far - not that Theo's eyes are on the ground looking for the fine line. But in retrospect, maybe, he'll have noticed it being right at his toes when Zephir had him by the hair; bucking into him and only keeping him upright with that grip of his. When a reckless release, a sadistic push or even an accidental slip could've been catastrophic. When he thinks back to moments like these, realizing he really is just feeding his ego by giving everyone else what they want from him - letting them treat him like meat because at least this way he registers on their radar.
He's already come by the time Zephir spins him around, red faced and wanton as he's seated - looking up with glossy brown eyes, lashes wet but no tears on his face. He's still got his hand on his cock, cum trailing along the digits, when Zephir moves in again to fuck him. He's easily breached, whimpering through his teeth at the overstimulation, but not protesting it. (Not the first, not the last-) He reaches one hand up for Zephir's neck, leaning back and letting his fingers curl against the sill with his other hand. Neither grip too sturdy, but the black tinge to the tips of his fingers will blossom if needed.]
It's - It's a long story.
[His voice is - hoarse, words let out between each received thrust, head lolling to the side and then back. It's a story he doesn't know if he wants to share or not - because thinking of Willem right now makes it feel all that more like he's here, hauling up Theo's leg and fucking him until he's had his fill, leaving Theo to lay used in his wake. Why am I such a sucker for this type of man?]
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He's already come by the time Zephir spins him around, red faced and wanton as he's seated - looking up with glossy brown eyes, lashes wet but no tears on his face. He's still got his hand on his cock, cum trailing along the digits, when Zephir moves in again to fuck him. He's easily breached, whimpering through his teeth at the overstimulation, but not protesting it. (Not the first, not the last-) He reaches one hand up for Zephir's neck, leaning back and letting his fingers curl against the sill with his other hand. Neither grip too sturdy, but the black tinge to the tips of his fingers will blossom if needed.]
It's - It's a long story.
[His voice is - hoarse, words let out between each received thrust, head lolling to the side and then back. It's a story he doesn't know if he wants to share or not - because thinking of Willem right now makes it feel all that more like he's here, hauling up Theo's leg and fucking him until he's had his fill, leaving Theo to lay used in his wake. Why am I such a sucker for this type of man?]
Witchy bullshit.