the sun barely filters through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. the soft hum of the world waking up outside contrasts with the warmth of the bed, the slow rise and fall of theo’s chest against your back.
he stirs before you do, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you closer. his breath is hot against your neck, lazy and deep, still half-asleep as he presses himself against you.
you feel it immediately—hard and heavy against the curve of your ass, the unmistakable proof of his morning arousal.
a smirk tugs at your lips. “already?” your voice is thick with sleep, teasing, but you don’t move away.
theo groans, nuzzling into your shoulder, his voice rough and gravelly. “can’t help it.” his hand slides under your shirt, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against your skin. “you’re warm. soft. always feel so fucking good.”
his hips roll forward, just enough to make you shiver.
you press back against him, just to tease, but the way his grip tightens, the way his breath hitches, it flips something inside of you.
“gonna take care of me?” his lips brush against your ear, voice barely above a whisper, thick with sleep and want.
your stomach flutters, heat pooling low in your belly as you reach back, guiding him between your thighs. he groans at the wetness waiting for him, hips rutting against you with more urgency.
he doesn’t even bother pulling your underwear off, just pushes them aside, the head of his cock sliding through your slick folds, teasing.
you whimper, pressing back against him, and that’s all it takes, he sinks in slow, stretching you open inch by inch, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he buries himself to the hilt.
“shit,” theo exhales, his forehead pressing against your shoulder, his fingers gripping your hip so tight you know you’ll feel it later.
he doesn’t rush. doesn’t need to.
his thrusts are slow, deep, lazy, like he’s savoring the way you feel around him.
your fingers clutch the sheets, your breath hitching with every roll of his hips. “theo—”
he hushes you, lips pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck, his free hand sneaking under your shirt to palm at your chest.
“feels so good like this,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep and pleasure.
you can only nod, your body melting into his, the slow drag of him inside you sending sparks down your spine.
he groans, his pace faltering for a moment as your walls flutter around him, his hips pressing flush against yours.
“love waking up like this,” he mutters, biting down on your shoulder, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. “gonna let me make you come, baby?”
you can only whimper, nodding frantically, and theo chuckles, his hips snapping just a little harder, his fingers working you just right.
pleasure crashes over you, white-hot and dizzying, your whole body tensing as you come undone around him.
theo groans, burying himself deep, his own release following right after, his body trembling as he spills inside you, warm and thick.
the two of you lay there, tangled up in each other, his arm still wrapped around you, his breathing slowing as he presses a sleepy kiss to your jaw.
“mm,” he hums, smirking against your skin. “best way to wake up.”
you huff out a laugh, still trying to catch your breath.
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