A New Start | Theo/Ryder
Theo nodded lightly even if the question wasn’t really meant to respond to. Parts of their relationship stayed the same since the mountain, they all spoke about what they were comfortable with and what they liked more openly with one another. And Ryder and Theo still enjoyed the possessive nature they both could possess, and express during sex. It just made everything hotter. Theo sighed out lightly, not sure if it was from relief that he was told he gave him the right answer, or if it was from those soft lips pressed against his slowly warming skin. His hands moved out and began running his hands through Ryder’s hair while he was bent over him and close to his chest.
There was an audible whine that was cut short and replaced with a groan when those fingers wrapped around his member. “Seriously–you know it’s hard for me to keep my hands off you.” But it was even harder to keep his hands off of himself. Theo hissed quietly when he thumbed over the sensitive head. But nonetheless Theo pulled his arms back behind his head and rested his head on his hands. Now how long they stayed there- well. Only time could tell. He was already itching to touch Ryder, wanting more contact on top of the attention his cock was already getting. Lifting his hips lightly, pushing his cock to into Ryder’s hand. “Mark away. But I doubt you can mark every inch.” He smirked, as if challenging the other. His hands already becoming antsy behind his head. He curled his fingers over to try to subdue the feeling.
It was nice that there relationship had kept a few of the elements it was built on, if only because now Theo and Stiles could leave the house whenever they wanted too. The important things stayed the same, the connection, the passion, the sex drive, Ryder’s need for control sometimes. Or lack of it when he handed over the reigns to Theo for a few nights. It was still them just in a totally new setting. There’s an utterly wicked grin as the other whined at the order he was given. “I think that”s rather why I’m making you do it.” Ryder pointed out with a little bite of his lower lip. Besides, from his angle it was a job to watch those muscles clench and move as he placed his arms above his head. Theo had a body that was out of this word. Hell, it was better than Sam’s and Ryders. It was…breathtaking. He can’t be hated for wanting a chance to explore it for the one billionth time.
His hand smoothed down the others thick cock to curl around the base to simply hold it tightly as he arched his body up. “Is that a challenge? You might regret that, you know” Ryder pointed out as his lips grazed down the others sharp jawline before finding the the side of his neck. There’s a few light, loving kisses, almost as if he’s saying sorry for what he’s about to do before suddenly his teeth bite into the others skin, his lips sucking around it. Clearly determined to leave a big, dark hickey that might be a little hard to explain if they do end up at that Met Ball.
"You're making me do it because you're cruel and you want to see me struggle." He said jokingly, but the smile plastered on Ryder's face didn't go unnoticed. Theo already knew he wouldn't last long in keeping his hands behind his head, especially with no restraints. He had no self control. A breathy moan escapes him at the tight hold that's suddenly holding his member. "Regret it? Please. I love wearing your marks." Theo wiggled his eyebrows as if challenging him just once more. His hips innately rose again into Ryder's hold as those soft lips pressed loving kisses to his neck.
When those teeth dug into the flesh a groan escaped him, and he tilted his head only slightly to give Ryder more exposed skin for him to mark. The hands behind his head were already twitching with need to reach out and run his hands over Ryder, or hell touch himself. "If I go to this party with you they're all gonna see these marks." Theo breathed out, arching up once more with a light whine since Ryder still was just holding his length in his hand while he worked at his neck. Nipping and sucking at the flesh. Without even processing it a hand slipped out from under his head and moved to rest at the back of Ryder's neck, pressing dull nails into the flesh at the back of his neck. Quiet pleasurable groans escaped at another bite.
