theo nott & sam monroe
☁︎ theo would watch you from the opposite side of the room, staring without shame or discomfort. he would always be looking at you first whenever you looked up, your eyes meeting.
☁︎ sam would pretend you didn't exist, walking by you at school or in public. but you'd catch him outside your house, sitting and facing your window, smoking and listening to music. he wouldn't watch you, but you'd both know you were the only thing he was paying attention to.
☁︎ theo doesn't tell his friends not to flirt with you. he sits back and listens, watching your reaction, smirking secretly because he's the only one who knows your secrets, the things about you his friends wish they knew. he'd let them flirt, knowing they couldn't do to you what he knew.
☁︎ sam lets his friends assume he's single, doesn't care what they speculate or what conclusions they come to. he thinks about you during the day, all the things you've let him do to you. he replays them in his head. when he walks by you, he's thinking about you on your back, on your knees.
☁︎ theo holds the back of your head when he kisses you, his fingers on the side of your neck or stroking your jaw. when he's kissing your neck, he rests his forehead on your collar bone, drags his nose across your skin and breathes you in.
☁︎ sam's hand wraps around your throat when he kisses you, pushing down on the sides with his thumb and middle and ring fingers, pushing you back until you reach a wall or somewhere he can lay you down. he holds onto your neck as he kisses down your body, bottom lip grazing your skin as he exhales over you.
