elif

“Theo, please,” Liam breathes. The words are a soft whisper against Theo’s lips. A desperate plea for something Theo can’t make out.

“What do you want?” Theo asks. He follows the path of a few stray drops of water, kissing down Liam’s throat and sucking at his skin. Liam’s breath hitches. “Tell me.”

“I don’t know.” Liam’s hands slide up his arms, making Theo shiver. They hook around Theo’s neck and fingers find their way into the back of his hair, tugging him closer on a ragged moan when Theo lets his teeth graze Liam’s Adam’s apple. He steps into Liam’s space until he has him pressed against the wall, gripping his hips to slot their bodies together more perfectly.

The next grind is something closer to filthy. Liam has no where to go, no choice but to take the way Theo’s hips move up into his own. His hands tighten in Theo’s hair, sending that delicious slice of pain through his body. Theo shivers, sucking in a shaking breath against Liam’s neck.

“Kiss me,” Liam begs.

theo: and you punched me

liam: will you do the same if I kiss you?

theo: let’s see

*aggressively making out and punching each other*

“multiple contusions detected” “yeah, i detected that too” vs.

“alert: senses are overloaded” “yeah, I’m sensing that”