A shiver ran up his spine - half nerves, half thrill of anticipation - as Lestrange’s mouth moved lower and lower until he was there, his eyebrow raised in a question.
He... he didn’t have to. This was just supposed to be some casual distraction while he was here (here, for some reason) avoiding people on his birthday; Theo hadn’t really considered what might happen after, besides presuming he might have to - take care of this himself, once Cash had gone, before he could hazard going home. Now that he was considering it, though... he’d opened his mouth to echo if you want to in some attempt to be flippant, but he knew it would just come out breathless and knew his cheeks were too flushed for the tone to land. So, oh well: maybe he was already a little too far gone to pretend to be casual or like he didn’t definitely want this, because he was already fumbling his trousers open for him, had jerked his chin in a brief nod, please.
And - “Ohhh,” Theo breathed at the new sensation of it, the tug of feeling at the base of his gut strong enough to dispel the rest of his nerves. He didn’t know what exactly to do with his hands, but maybe he needed something to anchor him somehow, because the next thing he knew his fingers were threading absently into Lestrange’s hair, which was still faintly damp at the back. Beyond that, he could barely think: it was taking effort enough to suppress the moan rising in his throat, and he might even be failing at that.
“Cash,” he said eventually, a little urgently this time, and gripped the other man’s shoulder to warn him faster than he could get out the words. I can’t hold on much longer.
He... he didn’t have to. This was just supposed to be some casual distraction while he was here (here, for some reason) avoiding people on his birthday; Theo hadn’t really considered what might happen after, besides presuming he might have to - take care of this himself, once Cash had gone, before he could hazard going home. Now that he was considering it, though... he’d opened his mouth to echo if you want to in some attempt to be flippant, but he knew it would just come out breathless and knew his cheeks were too flushed for the tone to land. So, oh well: maybe he was already a little too far gone to pretend to be casual or like he didn’t definitely want this, because he was already fumbling his trousers open for him, had jerked his chin in a brief nod, please.
And - “Ohhh,” Theo breathed at the new sensation of it, the tug of feeling at the base of his gut strong enough to dispel the rest of his nerves. He didn’t know what exactly to do with his hands, but maybe he needed something to anchor him somehow, because the next thing he knew his fingers were threading absently into Lestrange’s hair, which was still faintly damp at the back. Beyond that, he could barely think: it was taking effort enough to suppress the moan rising in his throat, and he might even be failing at that.
“Cash,” he said eventually, a little urgently this time, and gripped the other man’s shoulder to warn him faster than he could get out the words. I can’t hold on much longer.
