[The comfort is - familiar. It's caring and sweet in a way that all comfort should be, in the wake of a hard fuck. But there's something to it, a thread pulling underneath all that doting, accompanied by fingers still playing him open that make the scenario icy underneath. It's the same kind of care that Willem would give him, in the years after they wound together through their own fated universe of death and rebirth. It's something that is unsettling and yet still too familiar to Theo, who doesn't protest and simply lets out a soft whimper through a bitten lower lip.
Every reason to make a snarky comment, to assert himself. Yet he just sighs, looking at Zephir. His approval shouldn't mean this much. Is it still an effect of what he was fed or is this truly just how desperate Theo is for attention at his core?]
I came to spit in your sink but I think I'll have to use your shower now, too.
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Every reason to make a snarky comment, to assert himself. Yet he just sighs, looking at Zephir. His approval shouldn't mean this much. Is it still an effect of what he was fed or is this truly just how desperate Theo is for attention at his core?]
I came to spit in your sink but I think I'll have to use your shower now, too.