[ The deepest sigh turns into a moan, eyes rolling back before they shut, resistance, friction and pressure enveloping his cock as Theo gradually welcomes him in, legs bending, hands trembling. It's the new moon, his libido is usually at its lowest and he had every reason to think that getting Theo off was enough, but — but that's Theo, and every opportunity to be with his boyfriend's mirror is like taking a brand new breath of fresh air when he otherwise has to hold it in his chest. Theo claims he isn't good at magic, yet here he is, turning Dom into someone he doesn't recognize, between holding his hips firmly and the thrusts that graduate from rolling motions into quick and hard snaps, pressing his nape into the pillow with moans, with Teddie's name, with pleads not to stop. Dom loses track of time, loses himself completely, waiting for the climb to pool louder and louder with every wave of pleasure. ]
I'm, I'm almost…
[ Almost there, but not quite, and he doesn't realize the other unusual thing about how eager his body is until it starts to change inside of Theo. Stretching what was already tight, growing a little deeper, feeling more painful the closer Teddie feels to the base of Dom's swelled dick. The younger man doesn't realize how carried away he's getting until it's too late and the both of them are trapped; the look of alarm he shoots at their middles, then up at Theo, doesn't quite undo the fog of arousal that shows he's too close to the edge, and he can only mutter an I'm sorry before they frantically move together again, another minute or two needed for the first spill to erupt, then another, like he's struggling to hold it back and ultimately making it worse. The wolf without energy can't stop, not until Theo is full. Only then does Dom fall back, utterly spent, knot still wide keeping every drop of come inside his boy— his friend. ]
Fuck… fuck, I'm sorry, I-I didn't think that would happen. D-don't try to get off.
[ He's almost too exhausted to be properly mortified. Almost. ]
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I'm, I'm almost…
[ Almost there, but not quite, and he doesn't realize the other unusual thing about how eager his body is until it starts to change inside of Theo. Stretching what was already tight, growing a little deeper, feeling more painful the closer Teddie feels to the base of Dom's swelled dick. The younger man doesn't realize how carried away he's getting until it's too late and the both of them are trapped; the look of alarm he shoots at their middles, then up at Theo, doesn't quite undo the fog of arousal that shows he's too close to the edge, and he can only mutter an I'm sorry before they frantically move together again, another minute or two needed for the first spill to erupt, then another, like he's struggling to hold it back and ultimately making it worse. The wolf without energy can't stop, not until Theo is full. Only then does Dom fall back, utterly spent, knot still wide keeping every drop of come inside his boy— his friend. ]
Fuck… fuck, I'm sorry, I-I didn't think that would happen. D-don't try to get off.
[ He's almost too exhausted to be properly mortified. Almost. ]
Does it hurt?