[ Part of him doesn't want to wait, part of him can't get enough of how Theo's hand slides along the length, firm and leaking, shining where the precome was spread. The sounds, too, from the hurrying motions to the breaths Theo holds and the noises he releases, have Dom biting his lip, flexing his fingers, swallowing saliva at the thought that he could push himself up and envelop his boyfriend— this person's erection in his mouth and feel him come on his tongue instead.
He doesn't do that. Dom waits another moment instead, taking in this image, so impossibly real and perfect, and closes his eyes. ]
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He doesn't do that. Dom waits another moment instead, taking in this image, so impossibly real and perfect, and closes his eyes. ]
Teddie. Teddie, please, I need it. All of it.