[ He looks nothing like the creature capable of biting hard enough to pierce skin, when Theo nudges him so they can face each other, looking up with a mix of uncertainty, anticipation and lust; fingers relax slightly as they kiss, tilting up to meet him, moving his leg to press and rub Theo's erection, moving his hips in small circular motions for relief. There's not a drop of resistance left when Theo shifts, head dropping to give him full access. The bite gets a gasp, a frown that isn't from the pain, and there's that dip in his gut when he's struck by the reminder that this isn't home. Thankfully, Theo speaks. ]
no subject
I want you to… to come on me.
[ Mark me. ]