[Theo likes the idea of working together - feels like a safe plan, a safe feeling to plan for. He looks Oliver over after he's put the locket around his neck and he... can see a thousand versions of himself all at once, all thanks to the face they share(d). He reaches to touch the chain, fingers skimming over where it rests against Oliver's skin before he's caressing up his neck soon after, and down his jaw. He chases one kiss with another, lingering lip to lip.]
( it's cute, how soft theo is. how oliver wearing a chain around his neck gets this much affection out of him---because theo likes seeing oliver wear his things. it's the same reason why oliver doesn't mind wearing collars: the sometimes possessive look his dominants get in their eyes when they see it on him, how much they like it. not because oliver likes being owned.
but because he likes people going weak for him. he likes that theo, too, wears pieces oliver has made for him. the ink in his skin, the piercing in his navel. the marks oliver likes to leave on him. ones he'll leave more of now, as he dips his head down to start nipping at theo's jaw, just because he likes to see the red left behind. )
[Theo relaxes into that, hand combing through Oliver's curls and he purrs a little - not unlike one of their stupid cats. He feels happy now, truly happy, and it's one of those rare but fleeting feelings so he wants to enjoy it while it lasts. He's started to really fear good things (see: Oliver) being ripped away from him much like people are ripped away from others here, just as soon as they get close. He lets him do what he wants to his neck and jaw, and laughs lightly:]
I call big spoon tonight, after the inevitable fucking.
( he'd tell theo how much of a little spoon he is, especially given how mushy he is for compliments, but oliver figures that there's no need to ruin the moment. oliver presses a hand to theo's shoulder, and leans back. looks him in the eye.
well. not ruin the moment for that moment, but this is clearly a whole new one that obviously deserves being ruined. soft squishy bullshit is only good in small quantities, and they've had enough of it for today. )
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[Theo likes the idea of working together - feels like a safe plan, a safe feeling to plan for. He looks Oliver over after he's put the locket around his neck and he... can see a thousand versions of himself all at once, all thanks to the face they share(d). He reaches to touch the chain, fingers skimming over where it rests against Oliver's skin before he's caressing up his neck soon after, and down his jaw. He chases one kiss with another, lingering lip to lip.]
I would be a lesser person without you around.
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but because he likes people going weak for him. he likes that theo, too, wears pieces oliver has made for him. the ink in his skin, the piercing in his navel. the marks oliver likes to leave on him. ones he'll leave more of now, as he dips his head down to start nipping at theo's jaw, just because he likes to see the red left behind. )
I know. I'm your favorite.
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I call big spoon tonight, after the inevitable fucking.
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well. not ruin the moment for that moment, but this is clearly a whole new one that obviously deserves being ruined. soft squishy bullshit is only good in small quantities, and they've had enough of it for today. )
Who said we were going to fuck tonight?
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[He's laughing again, though. Reaching up to gently nudge Oliver on the cheek.]
Why wouldn't we fuck. Honestly.
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( with a grin, before he's pulling himself up to his feet. )
Want to go play in Ragnor's room?
🎀
[Ragnor, be prepared.]