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Theo swears he has better things to be doing than getting roped in on one of Alec’s adventures again.
He also swears that no amount of begging and cajoling and blackmailing and straight up mocking from Alec can make him do anything outside his own volition, so here he is, entirely of his own volition, looking like the most sour beachgoer ever decked out too enthusiastically in the beach gear Alec had made him buy, while Alec himself frolics across the sand. For lack of a better term.
It’ll be good for you, Alec had said. Maybe you’ll stop sulking about your bf being away on your weekend off for once, he’d said. Also I have that picture of you with the frosting mustache that I’ve reserved in my camera roll and I WILL send it to Liam if you don’t take me to Carmel this weekend.
Theo had attempted and failed to convince Alec that he didn’t give a shit if Liam Dunbar saw a candid of him in a handlebar mustache made of green frosting. Honestly, he’s lost his touch at subtlety and manipulation around Alec.
(Mason would argue with a snicker that he never had a chance with Alec, who’s about as intimidated by Theo as one would be by a lumbering, fluffy Saint Bernard.)
Alec dashes up the sand toward Theo now with a blinding smile splitting his face wide open. He’s swaddled in a slightly faded golden yellow hoodie, given the nippy breeze on the beach at this time of year, and his jeans are rolled up and cuffed below the knees in a way that Theo knows will let down a waterfall of sand once they get back to the truck and start shaking themselves out. Honestly, Theo has no clue what would have Alec grinning like a buffoon right now (there are many, many things that make Alec grin like a buffoon on a daily basis, and no, Theo is not mother henning the kid, he’s observant). Until he spots the frond of…brownish green vegetation and shit flopping around in Alec’s hand.
“Don’t bite that,” Theo says sharply, sitting up with the dig of sand grains against his palms.
Alec’s grin just widens even further and he flings himself onto the towel next to Theo’s–or tries to, missing and landing on his butt in an unexpected hill of sand and acting as if he’d planned to sit down there all along.
“Oh, no,” Theo says. “Please don’t tell me you already bit that.”
“As if you haven’t bitten an actual bush while running a patrol as a wolf out in the Preserve,” Alec scoffs.
“Say that a little louder for the folks back there, I don’t think they quite heard you,” Theo snaps.
“You’re so pissy,” Alec observes. “Going to the beach is supposed to decrease your levels of pissy.”
“Pretty sure the gesture was counteracted by you being here,” is Theo’s unimpressed response.
Alec doesn’t even look fazed. He flops back with his hands cradled behind his head, the limp frond of…seaweed or whatever laid across his chest, and flings a self-contented sigh up to the skies. “How many hours is it again until Liam comes home?”
“Nineteen,” Theo says, like a knee-jerk reaction, before he fully realizes that Alec’s laughing at him because Theo’s split-second response just proved his point about him.
“One word,” Alec drawls, and mouths: “Whipped.”
Theo growls. He honestly doesn’t have a good enough comeback for that that wouldn’t sound like a tragic innuendo.
“I am not,” is what he insists instead. “I just can’t understand why lacrosse players have to play ‘away games’ and shit.”
“Would be kinda hard to play a game where both teams aren’t there on the same field,” Alec says conversationally.
To be fair, Alec had closed his eyes to bask in the sun and the cawing of the seagulls above them, so it’s entirely on him for not anticipating the mouthful of sand that Theo plasters over his cheeks and mouth.
Alec screams and splutters, earning a few glances of concern and amusement from families down the beach, no doubt, but Theo doesn’t give a fuck. He and Alec continue wrestling on the sand, Alec now rolled completely off the towel and Theo halfway straddling his knee, half-heartedly trying to murder him as Alec half-heartedly tries to get away.
“Stop! Stop!” he shrieks. “Ah–tickles–Theo!”
“You made your bed and you’re gonna fucking lie in it.”
“You can’t just bully me like this! I’m an orphan.”
“Been there, done that.”
“This is–this is orphan-on-orphan violence.”
That earns a growl from Theo as he wrangles Alec into an uncomfortable position onto his stomach with his hips twisted and pinned to the sand. Alec starts complaining vociferously then about the wellbeing of the seaweed, of all things, and Theo leans back on his haunches once he's grown bored of roughhousing with the little troublemaker.
"Seriously," Alec huffs, creaking upright and dusting off the sand from his hoodie. Not that it helps in the slightest. "What do people do at the beach, huh? They relax. So at least try to get your wolfy little panties out of a twist, look at the fucking ocean and calm down. Oh, and maybe take some pics of me for the Gram while you're at it."
Theo would like it to be stated for the record that no, his wolfy panties are not in a twist, and no, he definitely did not sign up to be Alec's personal beach photographer, despite what the careful framing and lighting of Alec's subsequent post on Instagram might suggest.
"The seaweed," Theo deadpans as Alec shoves the screen of his photo under the chimera's nose. "Out of the nine thousand decent photos I took of you, you chose to post the one where you're biting the seaweed."
"Hey, you're just jealous that any day now I could be invited to be a brand ambassador for healthy eating."
"Okay then, baby influencer."
"Not a baby."
"Go tell that to the babies you're influencing."
Alec absently slaps the floppy end of his sleeve against Theo's chest as he types out responses one-handed to the comments that are rolling in. He snorts at one and angles his phone for Theo to see.
It's Liam, complaining vehemently and immediately about the two of them choosing that particular weekend to hit the beach and have fun without him.
Theo can't help the bubble of laughter at the beta's antics. So Liam doesn't text him all afternoon, presumably due to hectic travel and game prep and being watched by an eagle-eyed Coach Finstock, but the instant Alec posts a beach fic he's all over social media?
"I didn't even say you were with me," Alec observes mildly.
"You don't have a car," is Theo's droll reply. "Or a license. Or a learner's permit. Or any sense of fucking direction or hand-eye coordination." He pushes himself up off the sand to wobble on his feet next to Alec. "C'mon, help me take some pics for my feed, too."
Alec's eyes snap up to him, nonplussed at first, no doubt, by Theo's sudden uptick in enthusiasm over their surroundings. But then he glances back down at his screen and the steadily growing comment thread, then up again at Theo, and a slow Cheshire-wide grin spreads across his face.
"Thirst traps?" he suggests innocently.
Theo is halfway through stripping out of his t-shirt when he pauses to look at Alec to let him know that he's not impressed in the slightest.
"Thirst traps it is!" Alec declares with glee, and bounds to his feet to join Theo.
—
Half an hour later finds them a few paces away from their original lounging spot, Alec wading into the water to hover behind Theo's shoulder as Theo swipes through the new additions to his camera roll.
Objectively, Theo looks fucking ripped in all of them. And the dramatic shadow falling over the planes of his chest from the sinking afternoon sun is certainly doing him all sorts of favors. He blushes briefly at the memory of Lydia's coy comment on his last shirtless mirror selfie--The lighting in this is really nice--and hopes Alec isn't thinking of that legendary interaction on his feed, too.
Alec points at a pic of Theo leaning casually to one side while his illegally sculpted torso focuses on frame. "The lighting's good in this one," Alec pipes up, sounding like he knows exactly what he's doing by saying so.
Theo sighs, planting a hand in the middle of Alec's face to shove it backward, and lifts a look heavenward. Alec definitely knows exactly what he's doing.
"I don't need the lighting to be 'good,'" Theo complains. "I need it to be…"
"Mouthwatering?" Alec suggests.
Theo serves him a flat look.
"Thirst-inducing?" Alec amends.
"Will you--"
"Snack-worthy?"
"Alec, I fucking swear to G-d--"
"I'm running out of food metaphors, just hurry up and pick one already."
"I just need it to look decent for Instagram, okay?" Theo huffs. For Liam in particular goes unsaid.
Alec gives a sage nod. "You need to look... delectable. Got it." He snaps his fingers at Theo impatiently. "Turn around. C'mon, turn around."
"What the hell--"
"Your frontals make you look too desperate. You need an artistic back shot framed by--"
"Excuse me, my frontals?? What is this, a porn shoot?"
"Frankly," Alec says, unimpressed, "I'm surprised you know porn-related terminology. Considering, y'know. Sewers and all."
"I am not discussing porn terms with you, Jesus. You're like, five."
"Anyway, I was saying you need to stand over there"--somehow, he manhandles Theo in the water to turn so he's got three quarters of his back turned to the camera, and somehow, Theo lets him--"and now you need to artfully mess up your hair and look away and just. Go into sexy beast mode or whatever."
Theo rolls his eyes, but to his credit, he does know exactly how to comply with Alec's artistic vision. He spent the majority of his formative years learning to flirt with everything that lived and breathed to get what he wanted, after all. Which is not a wholly pleasant thought, so he reroutes his brain to settle instead on what he'd be like if Liam were the one holding the phone right now. If Liam were the one knee deep in the lapping waves, a stone's throw away from the shore, and staring up at him with those squinty eyes that sparkle brighter than sand grains in the sun. Raking his gaze down Theo's half-naked form and absorbing every detail of the droplets running from his nape between his shoulders in jagged rivulets.
G-d, the look on Liam's face when he glances over his shoulder with a teasing smirk at his boyfriend. Theo can just imagine it. He can feel it, too, a bolt of heat coiling in his gut and suddenly making the natural tan of his skin burn with a flush.
"Whatever it is you're thinking of, keep at it, you're doing great with these poses," Alec calls out with a dorky thumbs up.
They decide together on one out of a million similarly framed pics, this one of Theo hiding the majority of his face behind his forearm as he pushes his seawater-slick hair back from his forehead. His arms sure aren't as corded as Liam's (and G-d, does he know it) but Theo's modestly proud of the way the shadows hit the swell of his bicep just right.
Theo is uncharacteristically compliant as Alec gives him pointers on adjusting the filter and brightness and contrast before posting it to Theo's feed. Liam is online right now, Theo knows. Not just because of Liam's single keysmash text to him some minutes ago to demand why Theo decided on a secret boys' trip with the "demon child" to the beach, but also because of the little green dot next to Liam's Instagram username telling him that the beta is actively scrolling through the app right now.
Theo jabs the Post button with his thumb and all but throws his phone onto the towel as if it would burn him.
Alec starts munching contentedly on a bag of Doritos--which, when and where the hell did he get that--as Theo's phone starts exploding with notifications.
"You gonna get that?" Alec drawls around a mouthful of neon orange crumbs.
Theo groans and digs around in his backpack for his Sudoku book and lobs it at Alec's head. "No. Let him suffer for a while."
The shit-eating grin is back on Alec's face, despite being clipped squarely in the eyebrow with the Sudoku booklet. "Thirst trap war. I like it."
In answer, Theo simply pulls out his copy of Pride and Prejudice (don't judge him, the Doctors' library of scientific horrors left much to be desired in the way of finer literature) and steeples the paperback around his face to clearly tell Alec to stop bothering him.
Not that it helps, anyway. Not when Alec scoops up Theo's phone and unlocks it somehow and starts scrolling through Liam's outbursts and their friends' frenzied comment thread on the post, and crowing in Theo's ears the whole time about it.
---
Much to his surprise, Theo manages to enjoy himself for the rest of his and Alec's time at the beach that afternoon, despite the younger werewolf's ridiculous antics and his insistence on taking a photo of every single pink-tinged rock they come across on their walk because apparently no two rocks look the same and his few dozen followers or whatever are clearly going to know the difference.
Theo enjoys himself so much, in fact, that he somehow forgets all about the notifications sitting unread on his phone for a couple hours until he's dropped off Alec back at the McCall house and headed over to his own apartment in Derek's complex. Theo is sitting in his idling truck in the gathering gloom of the parking lot, his headlights making refracted tracks of pale rainbow streaks against the drawn windows of his first-floor unit, when he finally decides to pull his device out of his pocket and check what he's missed so far.
There's a bunch of new texts from Liam, which isn't unexpected, but what does stump Theo is the complete lack of mention of any of the comment thread that went down on Theo's page. Or any mention of Theo's Instagram thirst trap, for that matter. And not for a display of coldness: Liam has in fact bombarded him with a dozen or so grainy photos of the lacrosse team, sprawled in various states of chaos around a group table at an Asian fusion joint, evidently celebrating their victory.
(Not that Theo ever lacked faith in Beacon Hills' rather, er, supernaturally endowed star players. He just doesn't give a shit about sports. Except where its direct effect on Liam's cheery mood is involved. And no, he does not spend more than a perfectly reasonable amount of time zooming in on each of the photos and studying the lopsided grin plastered on Liam's face in each of them.)
L: so Nolan is claiming 75% credit for the success of our play tonight so obviously he's banned to the high chair
L: let him suffer for his lies
L: Corey did good tho!! And Jack did an amazing pass to Gwen that totally saved our asses out there in the third quarter
L: Corey has totally been glued to his phone since this dinner started tho
L: bet he gave Mase a second by second play by play
L: which btw I deserve to do with you
L: you suck
L: the clams here are crazy expensive?? Disgusting privileged lil motherfuckers??
L: Theo
L: Theooo
L: pay attention to me
A snort bursts out of Theo. Shaking his head in private fondness, he dismounts from his truck and jiggles his key in the knob of his front door as he thumbs over to Liam's contact on his phone screen to give him a call.
"Took you long enough," Liam says breathlessly halfway through the second ring. Knowing him, he probably dove across the mattress in his motel room to answer the phone, or was just wrestling with the guys in an overly invested debate about the merits of peanuts as vending machine snacks, or both.
"Like you weren't busy stuffing your face with that entire spread all night," Theo scoffs. He tosses his keys into the repurposed clay ashtray on his dining table, the clatter covering up his voice for a second, and makes it to his couch in two strides and collapses bodily into it. "Congratulations on the win, by the way."
Liam's pout is audible through the receiver. "Wait, you didn't even let me try to break the news to you. Start over."
Theo rolls his eyes at the ceiling in the dimness of his unlit living room. He's pretty sure Liam can feel the silent sarcasm from all the way over there in his motel room. "Fine," he says, making sure to sound particularly aggrieved. "How'd the game go tonight?"
"Awesome!" Liam gushes immediately. "Are you gonna let me run through the play-by-play now?"
"Nope," Theo says with that smug grin he knows gets Liam riled up so much. Every damn time.
"You are the worst," Liam says with a very unconvincing amount of conviction.
And, well, it's no surprise, considering that Theo is still a liar when it comes to the soft and inconsequential things like this, and he does actually let Liam rattle off his attention-deficit version of the evening's events. He hums, half listening, as Liam's excitable tenor soothes him into a contented lull there in the warmth of his couch.
He's jolted back to awareness by the shift in Liam's tone. "So. How was beach day with Alec?"
"Put up with a lot of things that he makes me put up with," Theo sums up concisely, dripping with fondness. "He ate some seaweed. We had some pineapple chicken sandwich thingy for lunch. Very experimental, very NorCal. He made me buy souvenirs and take pictures of rocks."
"Oh?" Liam says.
Theo hums in affirmation.
"...Pretty sure he took pictures of a lot of other things besides rocks," Liam says when Theo doesn't offer anything more.
Ah. There it is, then.
Theo is suddenly and glaringly awake. He sits up in the crease of his sofa and balances his phone on his thigh on speakerphone to adjust his position better.
"Pretty sure I didn't make that a secret," is Theo's nonchalant reply.
"No," Liam replies just as easily, if not a bit tightly. "Unlike the beach trip to begin with."
"You think I planned this."
"Personally, I'd call you more of a plotter than a planner, but po-tay-to, po-tah-to."
"Seriously, Liam? If I'd planned the beach trip as a photo-op, I sure as hell wouldn't have volunteered to spend my entire day as Alec's wet nurse chasing after him to stop him from sticking foreign objects in his mouth."
Liam's already crackling into the receiver with the warmth of his laughter before Theo's finished speaking. "You are a wet nurse now, oh my G-d. Knew you'd embrace your ti--"
"Not a fucking word from you about my pecs," Theo growls.
"Right," Liam drawls. "Why don't you tell me about them, then?"
Theo wheezes. He thinks he rather elegantly covers up the sound, but with Liam, he can never be so sure. "Don't need to tell you about them. You've already seen 'em."
"Uh, not today, no, I haven't. You posted a pic of your fucking back and your shorts and--pretty fucking rude, by the way--and I couldn't see any of your face or pecs."
Theo hums. Coyly this time. "Getting choosy now, are we? And here I was just about to send you some extra shots from earlier."
"Wait, wait--send them now."
Theo hums again. "Mm, I don't think so."
"Theo," Liam whines.
"I don't know, I think you haven't shown enough appreciation for my other pic to deserve seeing more."
The receiver fills with the imperfect sound of Liam releasing a subvocal growl. "Okay, fine. I...I liked looking at your back."
Theo stays silent, clearly communicating his contempt at that pathetic attempt at flirtation.
"Your back makes me fucking weak, dude," Liam tries again. "Reminds me of the first time I saw you full shift in front of me. G-d. Ah, fucking hell--it was like seeing a Greek god be born right in front of my eyes."
Liam punctuates the ridiculous compliment with a huff, somehow managing to sound miffed at the very same time that he's heaping praise on Theo's head. And Theo--is rather speechless for a long moment, grateful for once that Liam isn't there to tease him relentlessly for the flush that has invaded his entire body at the discomfort of Liam's casual and hyperbolic praise.
Theo licks his lips. "Any--anything else?"
"Your muscles," Liam groans. There's a soft mushing sound like he just dropped his head back against an over-fluffed pillow. "Bet you could bench press me."
"Maybe," Theo hedges. "I'd much rather you bench press me."
A strangled sound escapes Liam. Honestly, Theo's shocked himself at his own boldness.
"Maybe," Theo goes on, "I'll let you run your hands all up and down my back, next time when you get home. Let you carry me and flip me over and have your way with me."
Theo's not entirely sure where all the filth currently pouring out of his mouth is coming from, but judging from the quickening of Liam's breaths and and soft, voiceless little moans he's making, the werewolf isn't complaining. And neither is Theo, he decides, as he glances down at his crotch--conveniently adjacent to the perfect contact photo for Liam on his phone screen, the one that accentuates his jawline that could honestly cut glass. Oh, yeah. Theo is hard and horny and he's not complaining about this turn in the conversation.
"Well, don't stop now," Liam says impatiently. "Tell me more."
Theo licks his lips audibly. "I'd let you pin me down on the nearest surface you find and give it to me hard. Mark up my back like you love to do so much."
"G-d," Liam complains. There's the distinct wet slapping sound of him stroking himself under his shorts.
Theo presses the heel of his hand against his own erection, easing some of the pressure in his gut, but not nearly enough.
"You could mark me in different ways," Theo finds himself saying. "Your claws. Your tongue. Your come."
Liam gasps sharply.
And then a wicked thought enters Theo's mind, and he chirps saucily into the receiver, "But that's all I have for tonight, Li. Sleep tight! Don't let the bedbugs bite." And he promptly hangs up the phone.
He can practically taste Liam's colorful swearing from a hundred miles away.
He doesn't waste any more time, though, just staggers to the bathroom and yanks down his shorts and starts beating his dick to the ragingly vivid image he just painted of Liam fucking him and marking him up in every way possible, and he loses himself to an orgasm so sudden that his thighs tremble and he has to collapse against the bathroom wall for support.
He bets Liam is in a far, far worse position than him now, and he gives a slow smile of triumph.
Oh, yeah. He's going to have heaps of fun with this.
---
Theo is on the dot posting his second thirst trap early the next morning. He doesn't bother getting out of bed, just blinks awake at the gentle stream of sunlight through his blinds and remembers all at once this dangerous little game of teasing that he's started. And, well, he's never been one to half-ass anything, not even murder, so he can't be blamed for just following his instincts.
True to his word to Liam, Theo selects one of the front-facing shots where he's waist-deep in the seawater, his hands dangling with his fingertips trailing through the clear ripples. The angle of the afternoon light washes over his skin just right and the dip in his sternum and the carving of his abs into his torso just lend enough contrast to make him almost appear chiseled out of summer-tanned marble.
He goes with a simple "I forgot to post this yesterday oops" and hurls the new post into the online void.
The caption is probably a little cheesy--definitely low-effort--but Theo's never been about the poetry of flirting anyway. He did say he was going to share extras from the photoshoot with Liam, just didn't specify when or how many or where.
He almost expects his phone to start spasming with multiple keysmashes from Alec, except that he knows the day Alec wakes up any earlier than eleven on a summer morning is the day Beacon Hills turns normal. So he's safe from Alec's specific brand of torture--for now.
What he doesn't anticipate is his phone blowing up with notifications from, of all people, Corey freaking Bryant. Theo picks up his device again to squint and ascertain that he's read the contact name right. Sure enough, a modest torrent of text notifications from Corey comes dinging in.
C: whatever you did to Liam last night I'm convinced is connected to this now
C: hope you're prepared to meet your actual demise this weekend bc he was fucking raging in our room last night
C: just fyi :)
Attached right below that is a shaky candid of Liam, haloed rather ironically and hilariously by the glare of the 70s-era bedside lamp behind him as he lifts two middle fingers at the camera and contorts his face in that familiar scowl planted squarely between petrifying and adorable.
Then there's another candid, and another, all of Liam making various threatening gestures, from miming throttling Theo by the neck (not that Theo would be opposed to the idea under consensual circumstances) to using a lacrosse stick as a prop to feign...chopping with an axe or swinging with a sword or some similar medieval and asinine promise of violence.
T: What a charming little album you got there. The raging puppy observed in his natural habitat
C: I'm telling him you said that and I'm leaving you to face the damn consequences
T: You do know they always shoot the messenger right
C: the expression is DON'T shoot the messenger
T: Yeah well there's a reason that's the expression. Do you even read Shakespeare??
C: wasn't paying attention. You do????
C: hey I just woke him up and showed him your new post
T: What'd he say
C: nothing verbal that's for sure
T: He's always been a charmer at 8am
C: he just picked up his phone
C: looked at it
C: then threw it at the wall
C: check your Snapchat
Theo doesn't want to check Snapchat. He thumbs over to the app, thinking about how unbecoming of him it is to be accepting orders from Corey, of all people to use an app that's so petty and juvenile and pointless and--
Well, that thought gets aborted when he opens the shocking and severely unflattering snap of Liam peering around half of Corey's face in the frame, absolute bedhead on display, his lacrosse play notebook open to a couple of blank pages scrawled over with the words WISHING YOU A VERY GO FUCK YOURSELF.
Theo barks out a laugh and promptly screenshots the pic.
But that's not all. More snaps come in, one with the notebook opened to a fresh message in marker ink that reads I HOPE YOUR SOCKS SHRINK AND YOUR COFFEE IS PERPETUALLY 10° TOO COLD. That particular epithet is too long for a single shot and spans several pages that Corey captured enthusiastically on his camera roll.
And the cherry on top of it all, of course: the final snap which is more of an invasive view of Liam's upper face and nostrils as he fills the foreground with a blurry pair of middle fingers at Theo.
Still bursting into quiet cackles to himself, Theo switches over to his main text thread with Corey.
T: Thanks for the detailed live reporting.
C: my pleasure. I take payment via venmo and free rides to In N Out
T: Not a fucking chance.
T: Nice try tho
Theo's just about to slam his phone back down on his nightstand so he can grab another sweet hour or two of sleep--it is Sunday, after all--when it starts buzzing angrily against the wood with new notifications from none other than Liam himself.
L: hey fuck you
T: Don't make promises you can't keep, pup
L: you're not funny.
T: Wasn't trying to be
T: Good morning btw. You look radiant today
L: good for who exactly
L: and fuck off
T: Aww I thought you wanted to see extras of my photoshoot
L: fucking hell that's not what i fucking meant
T: That's a lot of fucks for 8am
T: You know what they say about subliminal messages
L: there's a special place in hell for people like you
T: Baby I know :)
There's a rapid burst of Liam's typing bubble that goes on for ages, as if Liam just realized his first foot-in-mouth experience of the morning, but honestly Theo is much less offended than he is amused.
T: Relax it's all good
L: not on my end it's not
L: do you have any fucking clue what it was like getting hung up on last night
L: i had a boner for THIRTY MINUTES
T: Aww shucks, thank you
L: fuck you
L: you're an asshole
L: who deserves to be punished
T: Promise? :)
Theo gives a long, hoarse groan at the decidedly kinky turn that this conversation is taking. He already woke up half aroused due to thoughts of teasing Liam from afar and driving him wild with his beach pics, but now, reading the utter filth that blinks up at him from his phone screen, Theo can't deny now that he has a raging boner of his own.
He quickly reaches down to palm himself through his briefs and he fixes his mind on the image of Liam's hand there, imagines that it's the weight and heat of Liam's hand pressing steadily down against his erection, and his dick jumps at the visual.
Liam is still typing spasmodically--the text equivalent of his characteristic spluttering--when Theo decides to take things a step further.
If he's going to engage in this whole Snapchat thing, he may as well maximize its full potential.
He opens up his camera on the app, angles it down at his crotch, and shifts around on his mattress so the sheets pool around his hips and the jut of his bulging erection can just be seen outlined under the straining cotton of his underwear. He tests different angles for a bit, reaches down a hand to cup himself casually, then decides on a particular position and snaps the photo.
He captions it with a simple "thinking of you" and fires it off to Liam.
His boyfriend opens the snap within seconds. Theo doesn't get the notification that the photo was screenshotted, so he can only gleefully assume that the beta must have gaped too long to catch the pic before it disappeared, or thrown the phone at the window, or both.
He snickers to himself imagining how Liam must be scrambling to come up with an excuse to kick Corey out of their motel room now so he can rub one out. Somehow, he doubts that Liam would have the actual levels of shamelessness necessary to do that, and the realization makes Theo smile even more.
He doesn't have to strain to visualize now just how sexually frustrated his boyfriend will be upon his return home from the road trip. Theo knows just how hot and bothered he'll be, fantasizes, in fact, about Liam's fangs and claws popping out as he loses control, and then all other neural function in Theo's brain aborts and he loses himself to another intense round of masturbation on his bed and comes to the thought of Liam cornering him and punishing him.
—
Liam may not be the smoothest at most things, but it turns out he's more than capable of revenge. Theo finds this out the hard way when he's flicking through Netflix about two hours later, and his phone buzzes with a notification from Instagram that Liam has posted.
He opens the app and promptly chokes on his spit.
There Liam is--or there is Liam's torso--his face obscured by the tangle of his sweaty shirt, arms out as he gets the cotton over his head, black sports shorts still on and the muscles of his abs crinkling in delicious lines as he slouches on the balcony railing of--somewhere against a blurry and vaguely urban background in some place.
Details, details. Inconsequential. What has Theo's mouth dry is the hyper-crystalline outline of the dip and curve of Liam's biceps in the frame, the shadowed valley between the muscles of his forearm visible in the foreground.
G-d, those arms. Theo has had endless fantasies about them. About getting his mouth and tongue on the round of Liam's bicep, licking down, scraping his teeth over the meat of it with the slightest hint of fang, as he rides Liam and Liam moans and writhes underneath him. Fantasies, too, about those corded veins bulging in Liam's forearms as he grips Theo by the hips and drives up into him, making him straddle Liam and making him feel so utterly full. Growling and muttering at him to take it. Filling every part of him, hot and tight, bouncing Theo up and down on his cock and not letting Theo pause a moment to adjust. And those sinful hands--wrapped around the base of his neck, right over where the delicate hollow shadows the skin between his collarbones--applying just the right amount of pressure to make Theo giddy and his vision spin.
The image is so potent, the imagined sensations so vivid, that Theo can almost taste the scent of Liam on his tongue and his hand wanders down to--
Abruptly his phone vibrates in his hand with a text notification. It's Liam. Theo swipes down to read: Don't even think about touching yourself.
Theo makes a noise of confusion in the back of his throat. Then he swipes up again to check the time that the picture was posted. Barely a minute ago. Clearly, Liam was heading off Theo's inevitable reaction to seeing his new photo.
Another text comes in: I'll know if you do.
Theo groans and drops his head back against the couch, frustration spilling from his pores. His hand is still resting over the tent in his shorts, cupping the bulge there ever so slightly. He gives it a tentative, rebellious squeeze. Sure, Liam will be able to smell it in the apartment if Theo comes from this, but how can he possibly know if Theo just touches himself for a little bit?
Theo dips his hand below the waistband of his shorts to thumb over the head of his cock, considering.
Come to think of it, what's the worst thing that can happen if he does come from this and Liam comes home to the smell of it?
Almost immediately, he imagines the fire simmering in Liam's eyes as he sniffs the air and then turns on Theo. He imagines how Liam might stalk forward and pin Theo over the arm of the couch, rip his shorts down and slap his ass with a resounding crack and hold him there, growling, while Theo's dick is trapped between his stomach and the couch and he can't move because Liam is punishing him for disobeying his order.
Theo gets so suddenly and painfully hard from that image that a whine breaks free from him and he has to bite down on his bottom lip till he draws blood to get any semblance of a grip on his arousal. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he's so turned on right now he just wants to beat his dick and blow a load on his stomach right then and there with the photo of Liam still open in his one hand.
He never did claim to have any impulse control where Liam is involved.
He pushes his shorts down to his knees, sinking back further into the couch cushions, and he fixes his brain on the visual of Liam's arms bulging as they hold him up and Liam fucks him into the wall. Liam's muscles flexing as he pins Theo to the kitchen table, like that one time--no, those two times when Theo had returned from a pack-related road trip. Liam's forearm a weight of steel across Theo's hips to staple him to the bed as Liam goes down on him and engages his supernatural strength to keep the chimera from bucking up into the wet heat of his boyfriend's mouth.
G-d, that sinful mouth. A loud whine presses out of Theo's lungs this time. He's got his hand wrapped around his dick, warm and wet from his spit and his precome, and the sloppy sound of it is so filthy, so like Theo's memory of the sound of Liam's cheeks hollowing around him and his lips sliding up and down Theo's shaft, that Theo lets out another involuntary cry and arches back against the couch with trembling, panting breaths.
Within moments he feels his body tense up and his toes curl and then his vision whites out with the intensity of his orgasm. He struggles for breath around a litany of fuck, fuck, fuck and watches through hooded lids as his cock twitches with the last few spurts of his release. It spills and drips, hot and messy, over the dips in his abdomen and he could drown in the scent of it all.
As he comes down from his high, a distant part of him nags at him that he did the one thing Liam commanded him not to do.
But then he dips a finger lazily into the come cooling on his skin, and he basks in the memory of all the searing hot fantasies that had driven him over the edge, and he can't find it in himself right now to care.
—
He does care, though. He ends up caring very much, three hours later, when Liam bangs his way into the apartment and stomps down the hallway to confront Theo in the bedroom.
Theo's in the middle of pulling down a new shirt over his torso when Liam flings his lacrosse bag into the nearest corner, crosses the room and all but rips the shirt back up over Theo's head.
Theo gapes at him, equal parts stunned and expectant and downright teasing.
Liam's there, jaw clenched and his mouth twitching between a smile and a scowl. Hair mussed up to high hell and his nostrils flaring at the heady scent of Theo's come all over the apartment. A scent that Theo didn't even attempt to cover up in the slightest.
"How many times?" are Liam's first words to him since arriving home.
"Hi, Liam. Nice to see you, Liam. How was your day without me, Liam?" Theo singsongs.
"You know how my day was without you because you're the bastard who kept me up with your fucking teasing," Liam growls. He stalks forward, crowding Theo back against the small bedside armchair, and he presses his palm in warning against the upper portion of Theo's chest. Theo has no doubt that at any moment now Liam's claws could pop out, and the realization is both concerning and arousing.
"How. Many. Times?" Liam demands again, low and gravelly.
Theo's throat is dry. It spasms with his swallow. "Three," he admits.
"I told you not to touch yourself until I came back," Liam reminds him. His hands drop to encircle Theo's wrists where they're resting casually on the arm of the chair, and he pins them there.
"Yeah," says Theo.
"Yet you touched yourself and you came all over yourself. I can smell it everywhere," the beta murmurs as he nuzzles almost affectionately at Theo's cheek. The pinprick of his claws slowly unsheathing against Theo's wrists has the chimera's pants tenting in seconds.
"Yeah," Theo says again, nonsensically this time. Gone high-pitched and breathy. "What're you gonna do about it?"
In answer, Liam presses his hips forward and grinds down hard, pinning Theo to the armchair and dragging the too-rough material of his jeans against his bare cock in a tortuous game of friction.
Liam darts his head forward to plant a kiss on Theo's open mouth. He swallows up Theo's already ragged breaths, licks inside and strokes against Theo's tongue with his own. He tastes like those Andes mints he carries around with him all the time when he's away and having dinner with the team. He tastes like sweat and unbridled arousal, too, and it's clouding Theo's senses, turning his brain to mush when he hasn't even been fucked yet. Liam kisses him, hot and filthy, and grinds down harder with their erections between them, before he pulls back and he pants: "I'm gonna fuck you, is what I'm gonna do. I'm going to fuck you as long and as hard as you need it to remember that you don't touch yourself if I told you not to touch yourself. And you're gonna remember not to be a little shit again--teasing me with your pictures and your voice and your fucking texts--"
"G-d," Theo moans brokenly, bucking his hips up under Liam.
"And since you like to come so much, I'm gonna make you come three more times just from me fucking you," Liam finishes. "Understood?"
Three more times? Theo honestly can't think past the subvocal growl in Liam's tone, but a part of him distantly realizes he should be somewhat concerned. Liam's hands squeeze tighter around his wrists, and Theo blurts out, "Yes! Yeah, yes. Jesus. I understand."
Abruptly Liam releases his hold on Theo's wrists and steps back. "Take everything off."
Theo's a little slow to comply. He shuffles upright, but Liam, hissing impatiently, spins him around by the hips and steps into his space from behind to unbutton Theo's jeans and shove them down from his waist. Theo almost chokes at the rough friction against his dick, heightened by the wall of heat radiating from Liam's body pressing up against him from behind. He lets out a soft, surprised sound at the rough treatment and then again at Liam's almost blank tone of wonder: "You're not wearing any underwear?"
"Didn't need you shredding another pair of mine. Was starting t' have to replace 'em in multipacks," Theo slurs around the fangs he didn't realize had pushed up through his gums. Head hanging low on his boneless neck, arms bracing him in a trembling grip, he can only watch as Liam's hands jerk the pants the rest of the way off Theo's legs to let his cock bob freely. The air of the room is suddenly cold around his hypersensitive dick. Even more so as Liam grips Theo by the underside of first one thigh and then the other to step him out of the jeans, jostling Theo's aching cock with the movement.
Liam takes a wicked little pause to run the back of his knuckles lightly along the vein from the base to the tip of Theo's dick. Theo's whining and writhing within seconds, but Liam withdraws his touch with wordless sounds of shushing.
Liam places one broad hand across the flat of Theo's back to push him forward, face down into the cushion of the armchair, bent at the hips over the armrest, and from there it's practically a mind-melting blur of anticipation as Liam gets ready to open him up and uses his other hand at his hipbone to keep Theo from rutting into the chair to soothe his arousal.
There's noises of shuffling, searching--something flicking open--then the almost stinging cold of the first drops of lube on Theo's bare ass. He yelps. Liam instinctively breaks out of the moment with an "oh, shit, you all right?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Theo urges him in breathless, pressed-out vowels. "Just--put your fingers in me already."
That earns him a slap on the ass cheek, and then another, and then another. He can't say he wasn't expecting it, but the delicious sting has him arching back under Liam's hold and keening for more.
"I decide when to put my fingers in and how many," Liam says bossily. Theo would laugh at his words under any other circumstances--he can imagine the exact expression of determination and mock indignation on the beta's face--but he's bent over a chair without nearly any stimulation for his weeping cock, and Liam is right there with his blazing heat and his rippling muscles and his promise to fuck Theo's brains out and beyond, so yeah. Theo's a little impatient for the program to get a move on already.
More cold lube drizzles from their tube onto Theo's exposed hole. He shudders both from the sensation and the anticipation that Liam's going to finger him wide and sloppy. Whenever he uses this much, it means Liam intends to go hard and wet, and fuck, that has Theo feeling even harder than ever.
Sure enough, Liam presses two fingers in right off the bat and spreads the slick around inside him with brutal efficiency. Another squirt of lube, another finger, and Liam's other hand returns to grip Theo's hip with almost bruising force when he fingerfucks him because Theo is practically humping the chair at this point.
Theo gets lost in the squelching sound his hole makes as Liam fucks into him. The pad of his finger brushes across Theo's prostate, making him jolt from the electric bolt of the sensation. Liam clicks his tongue and jabs around, opening him up, never brushing against the same place again, just spreads his fingers till Theo burns and aches around the knuckles buried inside him. Then Liam withdraws with a wet pop.
More telling sounds of Liam opening up the bottle to slick his own dick. Theo can't help but glance over his shoulder and crane his neck to catch a glimpse. Liam's hard. The flush of his dick has Theo's throat dry from how pretty it looks. He imagines briefly what it would be like to taste it--take it slowly into his mouth and give it gentle suckles from tip to base, planting kisses and licks all across the shaft--but that thought gets aborted by the reminder that Liam is going to fuck him rough and hard today. And that Theo totally anticipated this. Goaded Liam, even, into taking him right then and there.
Liam's lube-streaked hands return to grip Theo's ass and part his cheeks so he can push into him. Liam sinks inside, hard and fast, impossibly hot and thick. Theo can't count the times anymore that Liam has taken him, but each time he's reminded of just how much his boyfriend fills him up, can crowd out every last semblance of coherence on the first inward stroke alone.
Theo instinctively clenches around Liam. Liam doesn't stop, just keeps going anyway, even as he knows this part burns, because he knows well by now how much the stretch turns Theo on. Still, one of his hands slides up from Theo's ass and up his back to settle on the dip between his shoulder blades and rub soothing circles there. Theo appreciates it--the gentleness and conscientiousness amidst their rough play--more than Liam will ever know.
"Good?" It sounds like Liam is speaking through gritted teeth. Which, considering how hard Theo's hole is gripping him right now, fair enough.
"Good, I'm so good, just--fucking fuck me already," Theo babbles.
Liam's still making that objectively ugly laughing sound under his breath as he pulls back. He withdraws almost all the way--pauses--and then that's the only warning he gives before he snaps his hips forward and buries his cock back inside Theo's ass.
Liam renews his two-handed grip on Theo's ass as he fucks him, kneading and squeezing the cheeks apart, to watch himself open up and ruin Theo's hole, no doubt. Theo imagines what he must look like impaled on Liam's cock and just taking it bonelessly, begging for more. Needy little moans and a senseless string of "uh, uh, fuck, yeah. Liam, fuck" are punched out of his lungs as Liam drives into him.
Theo swears he's getting close when Liam abruptly stills. "Up, up," Liam says, tapping at the side of his ribs with two fingers. He hauls Theo upright, still partially inside him. Liam pulls out momentarily to turn Theo around and walk him toward the full-length mirror propped against the other side of the room. Theo stands there, uncomprehending, until Liam steps behind him and grinds his cock against the crack of Theo's ass and--
Oh.
"Put your hands on the mirror. Over your head," Liam murmurs in his ear.
Theo raises his left hand first to obey. Liam scoops up his right to press it into the glass. Theo shudders involuntarily at the contrast of Liam's warm palm against the back of his hand and the chilly glass of the mirror beneath his fingers. He both feels and sees now as Liam nudges his legs apart, guides himself back inside Theo's hole, slides home aided by all the slick from earlier and fucks up into him. Theo cries out at being filled again so suddenly. He's so incredibly aroused, painfully so, and it shows in the rash of red across his chest and neck, the angry jut of his untouched dick. The shining look in his eyes and the slack of his mouth when he jostles back and forth from Liam fucking him.
Liam ghosts his left hand across Theo's abs, just on the edge of tickling him. Then slides his hand up to intertwine their fingers against the glass just like he did on the right, and plasters himself across Theo's back, getting that much closer and deeper, and Theo feels like he might almost cry from the simultaneous arousal and lack of stimulation.
Liam breaks his rhythm to coax Theo's legs open just a little wider. "Just like that, stay open like that for me," he whispers. His stubble leaves burning trails across the back of Theo's shoulder as he nips and licks his way across the skin there. Theo jerks and shudders.
"Liam, ah," he gasps out.
Liam's grip on his hands tightens against the glass and his hips rock back and forth, back and forth to fill Theo to the brim.
"Please, please, Liam, ah. I'm so close. Please touch me."
"No," Liam snarls. His soft licks turn into the harsh sting of his fangs biting into Theo's shoulder. Theo whimpers, straining, but Liam doesn't let go, just holds the meat of his shoulder there between his jaws as the pace of his fucking quickens brutally.
The change in angle has the head of his dick gliding over Theo's prostate with every other thrust. He keens again and struggles against Liam's hold as more precome oozes out of his neglected cock.
"Please, please, please," he begs.
"You don't get to make requests," Liam hisses, retracting his fangs. "Not when you teased me--and fucked with me--and touched yourself like a slut when I said no." He punctuates each word of emphasis with another thrust upward, rough and merciless, until Theo feels moisture gathering in the corners of his eyes and his jaw going slack from how fucking good he's getting it.
"So now, you're gonna come when I tell you to, when I want you to," Liam finishes in a nasty whisper.
"Please," Theo tries one last time, and Liam rips his hands away to wrap around his hips, haul him up onto his tiptoes and rabbitfuck into him.
"You're such--a needy--slut," Liam snarls.
"Ah--ah--Liam--shit--"
"You like getting fucked?" Liam goes on in his ear. "Huh? You like watching yourself get fucked? Bouncing on my dick like you need it?"
Theo doesn't know anymore what kind of response he gives. All he knows is the blur of movement he sees in the mirror and the mounting pressure in his gut that screams for release.
"This is what happens to cockteases when they get spoiled," Liam mutters. Bites down on the flesh of Theo's earlobe. "They get punished."
Liam pinches at his hip then. "Go on. Come from my cock inside you."
It takes Theo a minute. And then suddenly he comes, the sensation blasting through him on Liam's upstroke, and he has no coherence left to be embarrassed by the way his cock jerks and spurts a jet of come right at the mirror.
"Fuuuck, that's hot," Liam groans. He buries his face in the crook of Theo's shoulder, long hair tickling at the skin there, as the pace of his hips slows to an uneven movement and he obviously attempts to control his own orgasm. He gives shallow little thrusts inside Theo, each one fucking out another stream of come, some of it hitting the glass with an audible splash and the rest dribbling down his shaft and dripping onto the carpet below.
"That's so hot, what the fuck," Liam complains around a mouthful of fangs, as if this was all Theo's fault.
Which, fair enough--considering his actions over the past several hours, maybe it is.
Theo's heavy breathing fills the air between them as he comes down from his high. His thighs are trembling from the effort of holding himself up against the mirror. Liam takes the initiative of hauling him backward. Then, catching the brunt of Theo's weight, he lets the chimera fall to his elbows and knees on the carpet while Liam kneels behind him.
"That's it, yeah, that's it," Liam encourages him. He's still buried partially inside Theo's ass. After a second, he snakes his arm around Theo's torso to hold him up better, and he begins to move again.
Theo jerks, trying to get away from the overstimulation but having nowhere to go. "Mmph–I can’t–”
“Yeah, you can,” Liam whispers meanly in his ear. Rough and hot and tender, too, somehow, sending another thrill of heat chasing up Theo’s spine. Liam’s forearm shifts so his hand travels up his clavicle and rests over the curve of Theo’s neck, Adam’s apple bobbing and spasming against the warmth of Liam’s hand, and then Liam brings up his other hand, too, to loop around Theo’s throat, shifting his angle inside Theo to drive another whining sound from him at the impossible arousal. Theo’s back arches and he scrabbles at the carpet with his hands to hold himself up as Liam pounds into his gaping hole, uses his grip on Theo’s neck as leverage to ruthlessly fuck another orgasm right out of him.
Theo’s brain swims. He’s fairly sure he only exists in a pocket dimension now where he’s like this, covered in a sheen of sweat with Liam’s hands wrapped around his neck and the smell of Liam surrounding him and the sound of Liam’s skin slapping against his, and it’s filthy and debasing and it’s perfect. Liam slows his pace a moment to lean forward and nose at Theo’s cheek, mouth at his jawline, filling Theo’s nose again with the scent of his arousal and Theo’s come mingled together.
“Look at us,” Liam murmurs. “Look at you.”
He gives Theo’s throat the softest hint of a squeeze to make him look up. So Theo does. At the shaky reflection of himself on all fours, just barely held up by his knees and hands, supported now by Liam fucking him loose from behind and holding his throat with both hands. An image painted with the blurry splash of Theo’s come still dripping down the glass, half-dried. It’s obscene and Theo whines and twists, raging hard again, because he loves it.
He's able to focus now on the sound of their coupling, wet and loud and sloppy where he's loose around Liam's cock. He has no idea how Liam hasn't come yet. Part of him hopes Liam is close. The other part remembers Liam's promise to wring at least three orgasms out of him, and his dick twitches at the mere notion of him being used and spent until Liam's done with him.
Liam squeezing the base of his throat again has Theo slamming back into the present. Unconsciously he clenches around Liam. The werewolf groans, low and rough. "Oh--fuck, you like that," he pants, like it's a revelation. The bastard. He's known for approximately the same amount of time that they've been dating that choking is possibly the number one thing that drives Theo crazy.
He does it again and again: squeezes and releases, increases and decreases the pressure on Theo's throat until the edges of his vision go blurry and he's clenching around Liam madly. He thinks he's going to come again, embarrassingly enough.
"You gonna come from this? Come for me, huh?"
Theo tries to nod, can't around Liam's grip on his neck but moans his acquiescence anyway. Liam shifts one hand up to tangle in Theo's hair and jerk at his head while the other hand squeezes yet again at Theo's neck, and that does it. Before he can give any warning, Theo's second orgasm rips out of him. His entire body spasms and another hot dribble of come oozes out of his slit. His bobbing dick sends the come dripping steadily onto the carpet with the rocking of Liam's thrusts. He spurts several more times, almost weeping from the relief at the same time that he's wholly overwhelmed.
Liam only slows down enough to release his death grip on Theo's hair and scoop him up to seat him backwards in Liam's lap. Theo's knees are sore and his thighs are quivering. His hands flop uselessly at his sides. He's not even sure he can stay on this earthly plane, to be honest.
"You're doing good, you're doing so, so good," Liam murmurs. He grabs Theo's hands and works them gently up into the air and then crosses them at the wrists over the chimera's chest. The new position has Theo fully leaning back into the beta's torso, not needing to hold himself up anymore, just wrapped up in Liam's embrace while Liam moves inside him and does the rest of the work.
Except--except Liam is a little shit who never runs out of ways to torment Theo, apparently.
He shifts around some until he's got a better angle for leverage, then uses his knees to nudge Theo's thighs apart. Theo bites back a cry at the sudden stretch on his sore muscles. Liam nudges him again, and Theo's legs fall open even wider, leaving him that much more vulnerable and giving Liam access to sink deeper into his hole from this vantage point.
"Please," Theo whispers. He thinks he's going cock-stupid. "Please. So much--ah."
"Shh, shh," Liam soothes him. "You can take it, yeah? Wanna be a good boy and prove you're sorry?"
Theo whimpers. There's definitely hot tracks of moisture running down his face now.
"I asked you a question," Liam murmurs. "You gonna take the last of your punishment like a good boy?"
"Yes--mmph--yeah, yes. Yes," Theo grits out.
Liam stills. A sign he's checking that Theo is still with him and able to communicate properly. "You need to stop?" he asks in his normal voice.
Despite it all, Theo shakes his head. He doesn't think he's been fucked this hard and wanted it so much before. "No, no, don't you dare stop," he groans.
"Okay, jeez," Liam snickers.
Just like that, he lapses back into the flow. Moving again with lazy circling movements of his hips as he darts out his tongue and licks up the salty tears from Theo's face and jawline.
"You smell...so...fucking good," Liam confides. "Smell like mine."
And fuck, if Liam doesn't know just how to get Theo going again, because all of a sudden he's very much awake and very much ready to come again.
"You--you close?" he checks in with Liam as he feels his boyfriend's thrusts start to speed up.
"Uh huh," Liam hums back.
His grip tightens then on Theo's wrists, still crossed over his chest, and he starts bouncing Theo in his lap in earnest. Theo gives a sharp gasp once--then twice as their tangle of movement drives his thighs open even wider--and then Liam is hammering his battered prostate over and over and Theo can't think or give any warning.
He comes for a third time with a wail. Doesn't think there's much left to release, really, but there's still a bit of come that shoots out and Theo's positive he's being wrung from inside out.
Liam reaches down to wrap a hand around his dick and it's too much all at once. Theo keens and flops back against his boyfriend's shoulder, powerless as Liam squeezes and milks him. His hips give helpless little jerks and he's crying all over again.
"Such a good boy," Liam praises him. "You did so good."
He leaves his hand there, circled loosely around Theo's cock, and finally, finally ratchets up the pace of his thrusts to chase his own release. It doesn't take long at all. He fucks brutally into Theo's hole with that obscene squelching sound, and then he's shooting inside Theo, jerking and quivering, painting his insides with a hot stream of come.
Liam squeezes the last bit of semen out of Theo onto his own hand and brings it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. Theo's eyes widen as he watches the movement in their reflection in the mirror.
"Open," Liam commands him softly a second later. With a now clean finger he tips Theo's chin back, exposing the long column of his throat, and with a palm wrapped gently across Theo's neck he brings his head down to press a kiss to Theo's parted lips. Theo moans in surprise at the slight bitterness of his come on Liam's tongue. Liam licks into his mouth, coating the inside of it with the taste of Theo's release.
It's filthy and humiliating and possibly the hottest thing that's happened to Theo so far today.
They both pull back and swallow, Theo licking his lips to chase the rest of the taste of them both on his mouth. Liam leans back in for another kiss, slower and gentler this time, and Theo melts into his touch and latches onto Liam's wrist at this throat with his hand.
"Love you," Liam murmurs between soft breaths and little nips at Theo's bottom lip.
Theo cranes his head back further against the edge of Liam's shoulder to meet Liam's mouth and murmurs back, "Love you, yeah, love you too."
"Did so good," Liam says with a soft beam. He's practically purring.
"Kinda had to be bad first before I could get there," is Theo's hoarse and casual reply.
Liam gives an involuntary shudder, whether at Theo's joking little innuendo or at the rasp of his voice, the chimera doesn't know.
"Mm. Story of your life," Liam agrees fondly. He shifts them around with ginger movements, hands slipping down to Theo's hips and thighs now, to rub soothing figure eights into his skin and muscles and ease the growing cramps there. As Liam slowly pulls his softening dick out of Theo's ass, he asks, "Does it hurt?"
Theo gives a noncommittal shake of his head to communicate that it kind of does, but not in an unpleasant way. Still, concern creases across Liam's forehead, and he's taking Theo's wrist between his fingers to drain his pain when Theo quickly says, "No. Don't. Leave it." He blushes and amends, "I mean...I'd like to feel it for a little bit longer."
Liam's look of consternation smoothens into a slow smile. He retracts his hand, pausing briefly only to run his knuckles up and down the goose-pimpled flesh of Theo's bicep, and then detangles his legs from Theo's and hops to his feet with a chirpy, "Be right back!"
Liam returns a few seconds later with bottles of water and a warm, damp washcloth for them both. As he hands one of the bottles to Theo, he sets about wiping his boyfriend down, cleaning his abs and dick of the sticky come and tapping him on the hip to roll him over on his side and wipe away the rest of the come around his ass.
Theo is content to curl back up against the side of the bed after that, watching Liam through hooded eyes and nursing his bottle of water with an utterly sated feeling. Liam is standing before the mirror, appraising it with a critical tilt of his head.
"That's hot," he finally admits for the third time that day with a sigh. Clearly indicating the splashes of Theo's come all over the glass. With an exaggeratedly woebegone look, he sets to wiping the mess down, and he shoots a petulant scowl at Theo's cackling reflection in the mirror.
"Hey," Theo says, grinning, meeting Liam's eyes in the mirror.
"Hey, what?"
"Hey, you. Welcome home."
Liam turns and drops the washcloth and wraps Theo up bodily in his arms on his lap, dropping a line of chaste kisses down his cheek, and he sighs and nuzzles his nose against Theo's jaw and murmurs: "It's good to be home."
