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Bonus

A) Theo's reaction to getting saved by Mr. "You deserved to be in hell"

B) Liam's face after Theo takes away Gabe's pain

"what?" theo tilts his head, letting his words drag. "thought i was weak? thought i needed protection? surely, I wont be strong enough to fuck you the way you're desperate for?"

liam laughs, a short, nervous thing. "you know that was just a joke. stop being a dick."

stepping forward, theo let's his fingers dance along liam's jaw. he catches the way liam twitches forward, reaching for him while barely moving an inch. he hums.

"theo," liam whines, those bright blue eyes going teary. he shivers when theo pushes his hand into his hair, fisting the strands in a way that's probably just a little too rough. liam's mouth parts, a louder whine falling from his lips as his eyes slip closed.

"I'm not gonna touch you," theo says, then. he takes a step back from liam, watching his eyes fly back open, overtaken by panic.

and liam looks good like this, his clothes slightly disheveled and his hair a mess. theo loves the way his bottom lip has gone red and plump where he's been biting it. he loves the way his cock strains against the confines of his jeans.

"theo, please," liam breathes.

theo almost gives him what he wants. almost.

instead, he stretches his arms above his head with a sigh, before leisurely making his way to liam's bed and sitting himself down on the soft mattress. "on your knees," he tells liam.

liam steps forward. theo tuts. "no. right there." liam hesitates for only a second before sinking to his knees in the middle of the room. "that's it. good boy."

liam's throat bobs on a swallow, eyes going impossibly darker. "i want you, theo, please."

"you should be grateful I'm giving you anything at all," theo snaps. "I could've left you all alone, desperate and pleading for something I know I'd never give you, but I'm too good for that. aren't I?"

liam stares up at him, lips parted and hands balled on top of his thighs. he blinks.

"aren't I?" theo repeats, a little more stern, this time.

"yes," liam breathes. he shuffles forward on his knees, just slightly. theo won't blame him for how eager he is. it's kind of endearing, if anything. "yes, you're so good. you're so good to me, theo, please touch me. fuck me."

"no."

theo can't help the sadistic little grin that appears at the dejected look on liam's face. "why—"

"stop talking," theo says, licking his lips. "put your hands behind your back."

carefully, liam does as he asks.

"that's perfect. now, here's how this will go. you will not touch yourself. you will not move. all you'll get is my voice, is that clear?" theo asks.

god, liam is a sight, sitting on his knees like that and clinging onto theo's words like they're gospel. "can I—" liam starts, swallowing past the roughness in his voice. "can I look at you?"

theo sighs, though the question warms his heart. "fine. you may look, but nothing more. understood?"

"yes."

"perfect," theo purrs, letting his eyes go a bit lidded. he can see the way the word washes over liam, the way the hairs on his arm stand on end at the praise. "I doubt I'll even need to touch you. you're a good boy, you can come just from this. can't you, sweetheart?"

they've barely started, but liam is shaking. theo sees the strain in his arms, the way his chest puffs forward. his hips twitch up into empty air, like he isn't even aware he's doing it at all. his mouth is open on a constant pant.

"I asked you a question."

"I— I don't—"

theo scoffs. "look at you. you're aching for it. I bet if you tried hard enough, you'd be able to feel the way my hands drag up your thighs... settling inches away from where you want the touch most..." he lets his eyes trail the path he describes with his words, knowing it lands at the sharp intake of liam's breath.

"theo, please—" liam gasps.

"you call me weak, but here you are. writhing on the floor without me laying a single finger on you." theo watches a shudder run through liam's body. "is that how desperate you are for me? all you need is a little guidance and you're moaning like a good little whore?"

"theo—" liam's voice breaks, tears streaming down the sides of his face. "theo, I can't, please, I can't, I—"

"yes, you can." theo stands from the bed, taking one step forward. "you can, because I'm telling you to. do you understand?"

liam nods furiously, gasping as his hips shove up into nothingness yet again. his lips are wet with spit and his brow is dotted with sweat. he looks so perfect, aching at theo's feet.

"come for me, sweetheart," theo whispers, and liam's back arches as he lets out a choked sound, straining against invisible hands as cum soaks the front of his pants. his hips continue working up, finding the slightest form of friction against the rough denim of his jeans until he's collapsing on his side, face pressed against the cold floorboards.

and then theo would take him into his arms, pull him into his lap and press soft kisses against his hairline. he'd whisper praises liam's too drunk too hear, telling him how good he'd been, how beautiful.

after, he'll run liam a bath and wash his hair while liam dozes on his shoulder. because liam might have managed to piss theo off, but in the end, it's theo who had the last laugh.