[ Little noises, short breaths, Dom closes his eyes and frowns like he's in pain or disbelief, the thick swipe of Theo's tongue like warmth that exorcises the bitter cold. He bends his leg, friction against his hard cock, high on the affection and arousal; Theo's question has to break through them before Dom can look at him again, pupils dilated. ]
[Theo stumbles over his words with glee, pushing up on his knees again - looking down at Dom, tongue caught between his lips as he readies himself - without lube if needed, because surely the heat of the moment'll be enough to make it bearable? He helps position Dom, gyrating his hips slowly, working to position the head against his hole. Preferably before either of them think better and back out.]
[ And for a second he thinks that's where they're gonna have to stop, except Theo is coming down anyway, moving his hips until he can feel the ring of muscle brush against the head of his cock, a pathetic look of eager desperation flashing across his face, still wet with Theo's saliva. Dom grabs his hips, fingers shaking a little. He doesn't want to back out. ]
[Breathy reassurance while Theo's head is somewhere else, fighting through the haze of discomfort as he pushes himself down - feeling Dom's cock enter him with a bright sting of pain and a feeling of dizzying fullness. He's still recovering but his cock does twitch, weakly, as he bites his lip and works to push himself down farther and take Dom into him dry.
The friction is a lot, but Theo's no quitter - little gasps half pained and half pleasured, whimpered in a way that betrays just how much he's focusing, unable to bite it all back. His legs shake, quivering against Dom's sides, but he persists. Oh God, oh God, oh-]
[ 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. ]
[If Theo hadn't just come, he would've again - it feels like he could, but he's dry even after his legs shake and he rides Dom through every hard, sudden thrust with the ease of a practiced rider. Only he noticed the swelling - thinking he might just be imagining it at first, with the tightness and friction acting up. But it keeps going, making Theo squirm, hands on Dom's shoulders with his fingers curling and his head dropping forward. There's a lull, brief and barely there, before they're moving again and Theo cries out just a little with surprise.
He feels full. Not just with Dom's spent load but with his cock as well, squirming despite being told not to - looking down with parted lips and a flushed face. He lifts his hips just a little, but nothing gives, and he lets out a hot sigh. Is this-? His gaze looks up to Dom, eyes wide, surprise over fear prominent in his expression:]
[ He gasps, a little ah of almost-pain when Theo tries to move too far, then they settle back into a semi-comfortable position, the weight of the older man with his legs spread on Dom's sides, filled with his dick and his come, accompanied by a vision that makes his ears turn red. Dom is already supernaturally warm, but with coming off sex, the exertion and now embarrassment, every physical tell is stacked against him. He might as well be a furnace.
Dom looked pained with humiliation. The answer to Theo's question is a stiff nod. ]
It… it should go away in a few minutes. [ He really, really hopes. Teddie started keeping track of time back home. Their record neared thirty minutes, but they were closer to the moon phase that justified such a ridiculous amount. Dom lifts his hands, and… covers his own face. ] I'm really sorry. Fuck, this is so embarrassing.
I would've made you get on top. My legs feel numb.
[Which is kind of hot in a 'I'm so uncomfortable right now, this might end up turning me on' kind of way. He tries to minimize movement because he gives a shudder from the base of his skull right down his spine when he moves just enough to rub against his prostate, the girth of Dom inside him still really noticeable. He breathes in shakily, holding before exhaling. Whoo. Whoo. Whoooooooo.]
What - what do we do while we wait? Rock paper scissors?
[ He deflates with a sigh-laugh, brows knitted and lips never quite reaching a smile, because that also feels embarrassing to do in front of Theo, especially when he's the one stuck (uh) in the worst position. Dom catches Theo's full-body exercise in not moving when he drops his hands on the mattress, lifting himself slightly afterwards, propped up on his elbows. Concern is a good way to push the humiliation aside, and is louder than the question he was asked. ]
[Not comfortable - makes him kinda wanna squirm around, and keeps him seated in that anticipatory feeling of slow escalation toward relief - but it's not bad? He's still breathing in steady, slow inhales. Rock, paper, scissors would've been a fun distraction. Instead he's staring down at Dom, brows pinching and - glamors on the fritz, eyes a dark muddy blue, fading and fizzling out as he can't keep up the focus.]
Unless you want me to dirty talk, then uh - oooh, you're splitting me apart. Ahhh?
[ An instant change in his expression, Dom puts his hand over Theo's mouth. Very counterproductive when embarrassment is what he's trying to avoid, sir. ]
[Theo does dart his tongue out against Dom's palm because he's going to be horny while basking in afterglow and a post-fuck knotting. He's smiling, too, because flirting and trying to embarrass Dom just the right amount is kind of fun? It's like he's stepping into a relationship that already exists (because he is) but finding he doesn't struggle to be here. It's natural - is that because of his inherent ability to slide up to people or because of something more?]
What about them?
[Blinking a few times, brow furrowed.]
Is - ah, sometimes when I'm stressed, I can keep it up.
[Snorts at the double entendre.]
Would not be the first time good dick's done this to me.
[ With the smallest frown at the wet tip on his palm, followed by the lack of protest from someone who's used to it, Dom gets a sharp reminder of what he wondered earlier — if fucking, let alone liking Theo, means he's cheating on Teddie — and sucks in his lips uncomfortably, brushing it aside. His fingers rub the saliva off his palm, curled into a fist. ]
This was good—?
[ Flattering? Still embarrassing? Theo could just be saying that because… Theo says the right things to make people like him in any universe. (dom isn't insecure you are—)
Dom shifts a little when there's a different kind of wet oozing onto his thighs and navel, after the knot starts to relax. It's going to be a small mess. ]
You let me cum on your face and then ride your dick. Yeah, it was good.
[He lets out a soft grunt, shifting - but still thinking it's a little early to try it. He just repositions himself, looking down, eager but trying to show patience. He can feel it leaking out of him and it heats his face a little, messy-filthy vibes keeping a certain heat in his chest. Would only be made better if Dom called him something slutty here, but he doesn't seem the type so Theo just keeps his eyes downcast.]
I'll uh, clean up. And... stay here a little longer?
[ Avoiding Theo's gaze, holding back a smile, Dom moves one more time, testing, before he sits up and holds the other man's hips, tilting his body back as he nudges him upward. He's still swollen enough for it to drag, but the amount of come makes the slide easier. His cock, a little too large, half-hard, comes free, followed by one last layer of ejaculate, like it waited until they were actually done to dribble freely. ]
You can stay. [ Of course he can stay. Dom is looking around, wishing he'd kept some tissues close by. ] Are you gonna be okay? It got kinda...
[Theo makes a slightly slutty gasp as he lifts himself up - and up, a little more up than he thought - and feels every inch of Dom slide out of him. There's a bit of a burn but not a lot of friction on account of the cum, so he just bites his lip and shares a sheepish smile as he feels some of it slip down his thighs. He puts one hand on Dom's shoulder, then tries to be quick in getting up and off his lap. He laughs when his leg almost buckles when he stands, bending like a straw and briefly leaning against the bed - getting blood flowing before waving his hand in the air.]
I'm durable, babe. Ah, be- be back in a sec.
[BRB FLEEING TO HIDE THE UNSEXY CLEANUP. He will return so smoothly minutes later, with a cloth to clean Dom up with.]
[ But Theo walks off as soon as his legs let him, and Dom sneaks in a good look at him through the concern. He should get up too, but he's suddenly overtaken by this… glow, in him, and not just from the aftermath of sex where his body responded as if he was one night away from the full moon, fully fucking his mate to exhaustion.
Flat on his back, Dom slings his forearm over his forehead, hand sliding down to touch himself with a smile, wrapping fingers around the shrinking, softening girth, barely wider at the base anymore, and obscenely coated in come. If this is what happened tonight, he can't imagine when the cycle reaches the other extreme…
Dom snatches his hand away from his dick when Theo's scent reenters the room, a little dizzy. He holds his hand out for the cloth, sitting back up. ]
[He laughs - seating himself (gingerly, just a little) on the bed before crawling back into the space next to Dom; his healing will kick in bit by bit, but in honestly - he kind of likes the residual burn and discomfort. Just like a hickey, he likes to wear it for as long as he can, especially when it makes him feel like he's wearing his partner on him too.]
I feel boneless, like in a good way? Boned to bonelessness.
[He slumps to lay flat; stretching out on Dom's bed like it's his own.]
[ And he made sure it was warm. Dom looks at Theo lying down and smiles, brows drawn together, before cleaning himself up. Careful, because he's still oversensitive, still incredibly hot in his touch.
Theo says it's in a good way, but— ]
… this doesn't happen every time. I swear I didn't think it'd grow, Teddie. I would've told you if I did, especially without any, like — fucking lube.
[Theo rolls onto his side, facing Dom - propping his head up on his elbow and looking mighty interested in falling asleep here. His eyes half-shut with a mirthful little look, he could tease him. Say 'suuure you didn't' but he doesn't. Because he'd much rather believe he gives hole so good it drives werewolves wild.]
Happy little accident. You get that reference, right? Bob Ross was like a thousand years ago.
[He squirms a little closer, their noses nearly touching. He pulls up the bedsheets, but then snakes his hand up Dom's arm - toying with touch, keeping a circuit of it going. It's kind of neat, thinking about a genuine first time like this. Of all the things he's done in his lifetimes...]
[ He clears his throat suddenly at the fat knot, unexpected and amusing. Dom almost looks down to check just how different it is, if at all, but ultimately keeps his attention on the man whose hand is on his arm, still teasing him with words. Probably not the time to be earnest, but… ]
... It was Teddie. For me.
[ He made a very conscious effort to say his boyfriend's name instead of saying you. ]
[Can he say that when it's referencing another version of himself? Because he does. It's still something of a daydream to think about - some other life where he gets to date a cute werewolf boy and worry about homework instead of multi-universal chase downs. He grins at Dom, very much unbothered but the topic. He feels his other self would be fine too? Probably?]
[ Look at him, pretending like he isn't suddenly afraid Theo will think twice and conclude he should back off, for the other Teddie's sake. He might even be right, but it turns out Dom is more selfish than that. ]
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In… in.
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[Theo stumbles over his words with glee, pushing up on his knees again - looking down at Dom, tongue caught between his lips as he readies himself - without lube if needed, because surely the heat of the moment'll be enough to make it bearable? He helps position Dom, gyrating his hips slowly, working to position the head against his hole. Preferably before either of them think better and back out.]
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[ And for a second he thinks that's where they're gonna have to stop, except Theo is coming down anyway, moving his hips until he can feel the ring of muscle brush against the head of his cock, a pathetic look of eager desperation flashing across his face, still wet with Theo's saliva. Dom grabs his hips, fingers shaking a little. He doesn't want to back out. ]
Please, I need—
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[Breathy reassurance while Theo's head is somewhere else, fighting through the haze of discomfort as he pushes himself down - feeling Dom's cock enter him with a bright sting of pain and a feeling of dizzying fullness. He's still recovering but his cock does twitch, weakly, as he bites his lip and works to push himself down farther and take Dom into him dry.
The friction is a lot, but Theo's no quitter - little gasps half pained and half pleasured, whimpered in a way that betrays just how much he's focusing, unable to bite it all back. His legs shake, quivering against Dom's sides, but he persists. Oh God, oh God, oh-]
F-Fuck, you're so - you're big, baby. Shit.
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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?
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He feels full. Not just with Dom's spent load but with his cock as well, squirming despite being told not to - looking down with parted lips and a flushed face. He lifts his hips just a little, but nothing gives, and he lets out a hot sigh. Is this-? His gaze looks up to Dom, eyes wide, surprise over fear prominent in his expression:]
A-Are you- we're stuck?
[Sry, that makes him laugh just a little.]
Goddamn.
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Dom looked pained with humiliation. The answer to Theo's question is a stiff nod. ]
It… it should go away in a few minutes. [ He really, really hopes. Teddie started keeping track of time back home. Their record neared thirty minutes, but they were closer to the moon phase that justified such a ridiculous amount. Dom lifts his hands, and… covers his own face. ] I'm really sorry. Fuck, this is so embarrassing.
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[Not for any reason other than:]
I would've made you get on top. My legs feel numb.
[Which is kind of hot in a 'I'm so uncomfortable right now, this might end up turning me on' kind of way. He tries to minimize movement because he gives a shudder from the base of his skull right down his spine when he moves just enough to rub against his prostate, the girth of Dom inside him still really noticeable. He breathes in shakily, holding before exhaling. Whoo. Whoo. Whoooooooo.]
What - what do we do while we wait? Rock paper scissors?
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How bad does it hurt?
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[Not comfortable - makes him kinda wanna squirm around, and keeps him seated in that anticipatory feeling of slow escalation toward relief - but it's not bad? He's still breathing in steady, slow inhales. Rock, paper, scissors would've been a fun distraction. Instead he's staring down at Dom, brows pinching and - glamors on the fritz, eyes a dark muddy blue, fading and fizzling out as he can't keep up the focus.]
Unless you want me to dirty talk, then uh - oooh, you're splitting me apart. Ahhh?
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No need.
[ He releases him again. ]
… your eyes.
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What about them?
[Blinking a few times, brow furrowed.]
Is - ah, sometimes when I'm stressed, I can keep it up.
[Snorts at the double entendre.]
Would not be the first time good dick's done this to me.
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This was good—?
[ Flattering? Still embarrassing? Theo could just be saying that because… Theo says the right things to make people like him in any universe. (dom isn't insecure you are—)
Dom shifts a little when there's a different kind of wet oozing onto his thighs and navel, after the knot starts to relax. It's going to be a small mess. ]
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[He lets out a soft grunt, shifting - but still thinking it's a little early to try it. He just repositions himself, looking down, eager but trying to show patience. He can feel it leaking out of him and it heats his face a little, messy-filthy vibes keeping a certain heat in his chest. Would only be made better if Dom called him something slutty here, but he doesn't seem the type so Theo just keeps his eyes downcast.]
I'll uh, clean up. And... stay here a little longer?
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You can stay. [ Of course he can stay. Dom is looking around, wishing he'd kept some tissues close by. ] Are you gonna be okay? It got kinda...
[ Big. ]
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I'm durable, babe. Ah, be- be back in a sec.
[BRB FLEEING TO HIDE THE UNSEXY CLEANUP. He will return so smoothly minutes later, with a cloth to clean Dom up with.]
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[ But Theo walks off as soon as his legs let him, and Dom sneaks in a good look at him through the concern. He should get up too, but he's suddenly overtaken by this… glow, in him, and not just from the aftermath of sex where his body responded as if he was one night away from the full moon, fully fucking his mate to exhaustion.
Flat on his back, Dom slings his forearm over his forehead, hand sliding down to touch himself with a smile, wrapping fingers around the shrinking, softening girth, barely wider at the base anymore, and obscenely coated in come. If this is what happened tonight, he can't imagine when the cycle reaches the other extreme…
Dom snatches his hand away from his dick when Theo's scent reenters the room, a little dizzy. He holds his hand out for the cloth, sitting back up. ]
Ah, thanks.
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[He laughs - seating himself (gingerly, just a little) on the bed before crawling back into the space next to Dom; his healing will kick in bit by bit, but in honestly - he kind of likes the residual burn and discomfort. Just like a hickey, he likes to wear it for as long as he can, especially when it makes him feel like he's wearing his partner on him too.]
I feel boneless, like in a good way? Boned to bonelessness.
[He slumps to lay flat; stretching out on Dom's bed like it's his own.]
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incredibly hot in his touch.
Theo says it's in a good way, but— ]
… this doesn't happen every time. I swear I didn't think it'd grow, Teddie. I would've told you if I did, especially without any, like — fucking lube.
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Happy little accident. You get that reference, right? Bob Ross was like a thousand years ago.
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Once he's covered enough, he drops the cloth on the floor— apologies to the staff. ]
Yeah. [ A pause. He slides down, lies on his side to face Theo. He's getting flushed again. Nnh. ]
… Was it your first time?
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[He squirms a little closer, their noses nearly touching. He pulls up the bedsheets, but then snakes his hand up Dom's arm - toying with touch, keeping a circuit of it going. It's kind of neat, thinking about a genuine first time like this. Of all the things he's done in his lifetimes...]
You popped my cherrrry.
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... It was Teddie. For me.
[ He made a very conscious effort to say his boyfriend's name instead of saying you. ]
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[Can he say that when it's referencing another version of himself? Because he does. It's still something of a daydream to think about - some other life where he gets to date a cute werewolf boy and worry about homework instead of multi-universal chase downs. He grins at Dom, very much unbothered but the topic. He feels his other self would be fine too? Probably?]
... It's still okay, right? Us.
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[ Look at him, pretending like he isn't suddenly afraid Theo will think twice and conclude he should back off, for the other Teddie's sake. He might even be right, but it turns out Dom is more selfish than that. ]
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