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“C’mon darling,” Theo murmured against Ash’s trembling throat. “Be good for me, be so fucking good for me and open those pretty legs.”

Ash choked on a moan, their whole body shaking. “Theo,” they begged. “Theo.”

The musician only hummed, lightly dragging his mouth over Ash’s smooth, freckled skin, sipping the salt of their sweat off of the surface like he had all the time in the world, his hands relentlessly hitting every spot on Ash’s body that made them cry, that made them sing.

“You know how hard this has been for me,” Theo said, almost conversational if it weren’t for the sudden bite to Ash’s collarbone. “Being away from you all this time, stuck on this tour bus, unable to find time to do anything but write, practice, perform. Waking up in the night, hungry for your body under mine like this.”

He rolled his hips, giving them both one perfect moment of blissful pressure. “Just like this, huh?” And then he moved away.

Ash sobbed in frustration, tugging at the restraints around their wrists in vain. “Theo, please, please, please-“

Lightly, Theo laughed. “Darling, I’m nowhere near tormenting you just yet. Be good for me and keep making those pretty sounds. Gonna wring every last one from you, til you’re screaming my name louder than if you were a fan in the crowd.”

He dropped a kiss on Ash’s mouth, smirking against their skin. “Can you do that? Can you sit still and let me have my fun with you, make you beg for me to let you cum?”

Ash nodded furiously, body shaking with need. “Yes, yes, I can be good, Theo, please, I’ll be so good-“