[Feels better like this - with Oliver straddling him, sitting on him like a cat that he can almost watch the tail of sweep side to side like it's still neither pleased nor displeased. (Maybe a little displeased, well earned.) He just - feels better gazing up at him, eyes briefly closing with a soft grunt when he feels the way Oliver grinds against him, and gently grinds back. His eyes are open again, the dark brown he always now shares with Oliver, and they remain on him while he speaks.
He did remember. That's - nice, in a way Theo's not used to. Doesn't know how to respond to genuinely. His eyes flick over Oliver's features for a moment, devoid of smarmy smiles and stupid little giddiness and then he wets his lips, taking in another deep breath. This is one of those moments that you're supposed to cherish and just knowing that sort of sets alarms off in his head, but they're muted and tolerable. He's more alarmed by the lack of a desire to run.]
I'll let you get away with being lazy just this once.
[And he'll think of something he actually wants, too.]
What am I getting? You're the artist. Share the vision.
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He did remember. That's - nice, in a way Theo's not used to. Doesn't know how to respond to genuinely. His eyes flick over Oliver's features for a moment, devoid of smarmy smiles and stupid little giddiness and then he wets his lips, taking in another deep breath. This is one of those moments that you're supposed to cherish and just knowing that sort of sets alarms off in his head, but they're muted and tolerable. He's more alarmed by the lack of a desire to run.]
I'll let you get away with being lazy just this once.
[And he'll think of something he actually wants, too.]
What am I getting? You're the artist. Share the vision.