[ It makes him shudder, makes his cock jerk in Theo's hand, a line of precome shining down to the crown and a finger, muscles tense enough to threaten to turn sore. Dom spreads his legs on the next roll of his hips, tightens the pressure around Theo's length, relentless and hungry. One memory after the other, one loss of control followed by the next, fueling the climb that's threatening to spill over at any moment. Panting, thoughts melting into sensations, ]

You're gonna— you're gonna come inside me, hard. After I come on you, you're gonna lick me clean and make me do it again. Got it?

[ It wouldn't take him long to climax twice in such a short amount of time. He's been trying not to for the past minutes already. ]