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They barely make it up the stairs, Liam's wrist clasped between Theo's fingers, before they're stumbling through the doorway of Liam's bedroom and somebody's kicking the door closed and Liam's mouth is on Theo's neck like his life depends on it.
Theo isn't complaining. He goaded Liam to this point, after all. He tips his head back, swallowing down a gasp, as Liam's lips press hotly against the most sensitive part of his skin between his jaw and his clavicle. Liam's lips part and his tongue laves at his pulse point there, all but making Theo writhe. The chimera walks them backward until Liam's skull collides with the door, and even then, he presses forward harder, grinding their groins together, until Liam is groaning into his skin at the unbearable drag of denim on denim over their clothed erections.
"C'mere," Liam mutters in his ear, a half-fanged and subvocal growl. Theo has no time to chase the shiver up his spine with a clever quip, before Liam is threading his fingers through Theo's belt loops and yanking so their jean-clad cocks grind harder against each other. Theo whines and pants open-mouthed into the air at the delicious friction. It's too much--not enough--it's everything and nothing all at once.
"Liam--" Theo tries to reason. But really, there's no point in him trying to take control of the situation, because once Liam pulled him forward to straddle his thigh downstairs and Theo popped a boner, it was all downhill from there.
"Shh," Liam whispers harshly in his ear. "Just--go with it." He's panting, too, barely controlling his movements, as he bucks his hips wildly against Theo's and uses his grip on Theo's jeans to keep him exactly where he wants him. Theo tips his head forward and rests his brow against Liam's shoulder, inhaling the scent of Liam's arousal, his affection, an intoxicating blend that he swears he could smell a thousand times and never tire of.
As they rut against each other, barely standing upright if not Liam's feet planted on the carpet and the solid weight of the door behind him, Theo runs the tip of his nose up and down the crevice of Liam's neck. Liam moans, low and obscene, and lets his head fall back against the door with a thunk as he exposes the column of his throat. His scent blooms with a dizzying intensity in Theo's nostrils. He sucks in breath after breath greedily, drinking it all in, bracing himself with his palms against the door on either side of Liam's head for leverage as he scent marks the beta over and over again.
"Theo--" it's Liam's turn to whisper brokenly.
"Yeah?" is Theo's smug reply. Liam doesn't seem to appreciate how coherent his boyfriend still is, apparently. His fingers tighten again on Theo's belt loops, curling possessively around his hip bones, and he pushes Theo up and off him momentarily as they stumble together toward the desk at the far end of the room, still nosing and necking at each other.
Theo gets the general picture of where Liam's going with this and takes the liberty of filling in the rest. All it takes is a strategic nudge of his hips, and Liam collapses backward into the office chair, while Theo swings one leg over him and straddles his lap. Going by the strangled sound that catches itself halfway through Liam's throat, Liam definitely approves of the new direction this is taking.
Theo takes charge of grinding back down against Liam in whatever limited, clumsy movements he can make. What he lacks in mobility, he makes up for by grabbing both sides of Liam's face and slotting their lips together in a heated kiss. Liam sucks in a breath as he does so, and the effect is instantly gratifying: they breathe back and forth into one another, tongues stroking, opening up to each other with wet, addicting heat and tilting their heads to deepen their kiss.
"You're so--" Liam pulls away with great effort to haul in deep breaths in between the smack of their lips. "So--fucking--insufferable."
Theo mashes their mouths together again as he hums in nonsensical agreement. He pulls back just a second to whisper, "Oh, am I?" with a hot breath ghosting over Liam's bottom lip, before his gaze dips down to the spit-slickened sheen of Liam's mouth, bitten and reddened and so fucking tantalizing, and he has to lean back down yet again to drink up that delicious taste.
"Yeah-huh," Liam grits out some interminable moments later, so much later, that Theo almost forgets what they were talking about in the first place. "Your scent--your fucking smile--"
"Oh, you mean like this?" Theo teases him, the picture of innocence. He leans back enough with his hands on Liam's shoulders for his boyfriend to glimpse the lazy smirk spreading across his face. He gives full rein to his chemosignals as well, lets them tangle in a mess of desire and heavy-lidded drunkenness from the taste of Liam, Liam, Liam.
Liam's fingers slip over and under the waistband of his jeans to clutch at Theo's hips with an almost bruising grip, just on the edge of claw-tipped, and he lunges forward intent on recapturing Theo's lips. Theo swerves out of the way with a mocking cluck of his tongue.
"Theo," Liam growls.
"I said I was gonna show you your second present," Theo murmurs. "Don't you remember agreeing to that?"
Liam stares up at him, huffing in frustration, and he's the picture of horniness denied. His ridiculously overgrown hair is standing up on end, his cheeks flushed, an alluring rash of red spreading downward from his neck well into his chest. His eyes are bright and glazed over.
"Patience," Theo reminds him. He wriggles out of Liam's grasp and goes to stand on his (admittedly wobbly) knees.
"Theo," Liam whines, grabbing for him.
"Liam. Patience," Theo scolds him again. He takes another step away, toward Liam's ensuite bathroom, and nods at the bed pushed up against the other wall. "Wait on the bed and close your eyes."
"What, why? I don't wanna close my eyes. I wanna see you."
"Jesus Christ, you will see me, just close your eyes first."
Liam obeys him with hesitant movements. He makes it to the mattress and sinks down with his legs spread. It's obvious how painfully aroused he still is, and the realization has Theo smirking again.
"Insufferable," Liam reiterates.
"Close your eyes."
"All right, I'm fucking closing them."
Theo shakes his head to himself in disgusting fondness at his boyfriend. He slips into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him with a click. He makes quick work of undressing himself then, letting Liam hear the unmistakable sound of his pants unzipping and his sweater moving across his skin as he pulls it off his torso. He's pretty sure Liam also hears the way his briefs hit the tiles, if the beta's barely suppressed whine on the other side of the door is anything to go by.
Theo knows where the second bottle of lube is kept and digs behind the razors and piles of cotton balls in the bottom drawer for it. He lets the snick of the cap opening echo in the silence around him, too, and smiles to himself as Liam's heartbeat quickens just a bit at the sound of that. He coats his fingers liberally with the lube and reaches back to part the cheeks of his ass and rub around his hole to slicken himself up. This part is always more fun when he's holding a specific image of Liam in his mind--Liam pinning him down by his wrists to the mattress, or Liam fucking him into incoherence in the back of his truck--but he's never done this quite this way before, fingering himself with Liam just mere feet away from him on the other side of the door.
Theo feels his own breathing quicken in anticipation as he slips one finger inside his hole and wiggles it around. Liam must be straining to hear him, too, having figured out at least a bit of what Theo is up to. Liam's heartbeat begins to hammer in Theo's ears, filling his consciousness, syncing up with the timing of Theo's own heart rate, and he lets himself get lost in it, rocks himself back on his finger to the rhythm of it. He quickly slips in a second finger, imagining what it felt like before when Liam was spreading his knuckles wide inside Theo and opening him up relentlessly. His cock twitches almost painfully at the memory--at the feeling--and Theo has to bite down viciously on his bottom lip to keep any sounds from spilling out.
Theo pulls out to lube himself up more and shoves three fingers back in this time, hard and sloppy, almost choking from the unexpected force of it. He's so painfully hard, his cock bobbing between his legs as he bends forward to finger himself, that he physically can't wait much longer to get out there and let Liam fuck his brains out. There are steps to his plan, though. He opens himself up thoroughly, letting the wet sound of his fingers squelch a little; Liam's answering growl through the door is enough for him to indulge in a flicker of a grin before he pulls his fingers out and washes them cursorily in the sink. Then he reaches inside the pocket of his jeans for the ribbon Liam had used to tie around the gift blanket--Theo had snagged it for this express purpose--and he stands back in front of the vanity mirror to assess the best place on his naked body to place the ribbon.
He initially ties it around his neck, but then thinks, what the hell, and unties it and slips it around the base of his cock instead. The crimson satin feels oddly cool and ticklish against the skin of his dick. He tries not to shiver, but can't help it as he winds the ribbon twice to secure it and then knots it in a big bow.
He wants to laugh at himself in the mirror. He doubts Liam would have the same ridiculous reaction, though. With how much he's been winding up his boyfriend, he's confident Liam would jump him even if he were wearing a prison jumpsuit at the point.
Theo steels himself with a breath and unlocks the bathroom door. He steps out.
There Liam is, still in the same position on the bed, his fists balled up on his knees and his eyes screwed shut.
"Liam," Theo says softly. "Open."
Liam blinks his eyes open. His lashes flutter and his visage fills with first confusion, then a bolt of pure lust as he takes in the sight before him: Theo, naked and rock hard, smelling of lube and arousal, with a fucking Christmas bow tied around his dick.
"Merry Christmas," Theo says as he leans against the doorway. "Like what you see?"
Liam doesn't respond for a long moment, too busy raking his eyes up and down Theo's nude form. Theo shivers under his gaze, feeling like he's being undressed all over again in entirely different ways. He can read the dozen different scenarios racing through Liam's head. Can smell them, too, on the cresting scent of Liam's almost uncontainable desire.
"Visual," Liam manages to get out at last. "Yeah--definitely a more visual guy."
Theo snorts. "Well, feel free to do anything you want with me tonight."
Liam's tongue darts out to wet his lips. "Anything?"
Theo meets his burning gaze. "Anything," he confirms with a nod, even as his heartbeat stumbles in nervous excitement.
Liam licks his lips again and lowers his voice so that Theo has to strain to hear him. Still, a jolt of heat zips up his spine at the commanding tone in Liam's voice as he says, "I want you to come over here and sit on my dick."
Theo swallows. His mind is already filling with the visual of Liam splitting him open on his cock, thumb pressing against his hole where they're joined, bouncing him up and down in his lap with the strength of his bulging biceps as he's done before.
He crosses the room in a few steps as Liam chucks off his sweater and pants and slicks himself up with a wet palm, and Theo straddles Liam and takes his cock in one hand to guide him backward to his hole. In one smooth movement, Theo seats himself on Liam's dick and exhales a low groan in time with Liam's own.
Inexplicably, Liam doesn't move or encourage Theo to start riding him. Instead, he feels around on the bedspread for something from the pocket of his jeans--his phone, apparently--and starts tapping at the screen.
Theo squirms, seating himself lower on Liam's dick in the process, and attempts to squint sideways at whatever it is Liam's typing left-handed on his phone. "What are you doing."
"Making sure they get Alec out of the house," Liam explains shortly.
Ah. Right. Alec, the youngest pack member and poor fifth wheeler of their gatherings, who...would definitely be scarred for life if his werewolf hearing picked up on any further details of Liam fucking Theo senseless.
"Good call," Theo comments, a little breathless, as he focuses on adjusting to Liam's width and warmth inside him. Liam shifts unconsciously as he goes to type with both hands, his arms encircling Theo's back, and the subtle movement jostles Theo so he has to swallow down another rasping groan at how Liam just fills him up.
"Stop clenching," Liam scolds him.
"Hurry up and start fucking me, then," Theo grits back.
That earns him a sudden pinch of claws at the smooth skin of his back. Theo yelps, more from surprise than from the pain, and he stills in Liam's warning grip.
"You said I could do anything I want with you tonight," Liam breathes in his ear, hooking his chin over Theo's shoulder and still typing away. "I say you can't make any demands tonight. You're the one who had me wait and listen while you fingered yourself like a slut. So this time, you're going to be patient and you're going to sit there till I'm ready to fuck you."
Theo whines, high and desperate in his throat, as he tries to rock his hips back and forth. Liam's clawed hand moves down to his hip and grips him there, digging just below the surface of his skin. Powerful enough to break through if he really wanted to.
"Please," Theo whispers, because at this point he's not above begging. Liam's scent is fucking doing things to him.
"No," Liam snarls softly. "What did I just tell you?"
"Please fuck me now. I'll be quiet--"
"No."
Theo shifts from side to side, seeking friction at least to ease the ache of his throbbing cock. He manages to brush it against the dusting of hair across Liam's bare abs, but the contact isn't nearly enough, just drives him crazy with want and understimulation. He barely even registers Liam's huff of amusement at something he must be reading on his screen, or the sound of Mason and Corey's voices rising and falling over the Christmas playlist, or the back door opening and slamming shut. He only realizes what's going on several moments later, when his sluggish, addled brain finally catches up with the fact that they're the only two heartbeats left in the vicinity.
"They gone?" he asks, surprised.
"On a walk," Liam confirms. His hand slips lower to squeeze Theo's ass. "A long walk."
"Then if you're gonna fuck me, better get started," Theo urges him.
"Nah. I don't think so," Liam replies with a wicked grin. He dips his free hand between them to brush a knuckle up the length of Theo's dick. "I think I'm going to play with you a little more first." He tugs at the ribbon there, earning more low and needy whines from Theo as the satin slips tortuously up and down his cock, and Liam takes his time pulling the bow out of its knot and slipping the ribbon off him.
"Please," Theo mutters again. "Please, please, please, please--"
"Please what?"
"Please touch me."
Liam responds by shifting further backward on the mattress, jostling Theo again with his hole still wrapped around Liam's cock. Liam hisses once and then regains control. He balls up the ribbon in his hand and lets the end dangle free, running it tantalizingly over the length of Theo's dick. Theo pants and writhes, straining for more friction, simultaneously overwhelmed by the tickle on his cock, and Liam laughs softly at him.
"You really would let me do anything to you, huh?"
Theo's response at that point is closer to nonverbal than anything coherent.
Liam lets go of the ribbon to bring his bare hand up to his mouth and lick his palm. He wraps it around Theo's dick and squeezes, almost painfully, seeming to enjoy how it makes Theo jerk in his grasp and clench his asshole around Liam.
"G-d, G-d," Theo pants.
Liam himself isn't unaffected. His head falls back as he's finally overwhelmed by the sensation of Theo's velvety heat wrapped around him. He gets both hands in a vise grip around Theo's hips and finally, finally lifts him, growling from the slow drag of Theo's ass around him, and drops him back down to impale him on his cock.
Theo cries out, no longer bothering to muffle himself in the empty house. He tips forward and barely catches himself by his palms on the bedspread. At this proximity, with Liam flat on his back and Theo hovering over him, their breaths intermingle and Theo could easily dip his head down to kiss him. So he does--slotting their lips together hotly, messily--while Liam's hands tighten further around his hips, no doubt leaving finger-shaped bruises the way Theo likes it, and he bounces Theo up and down on his cock and makes him stupid for it.
"Liam, Liam," Theo cries out against Liam's mouth. Liam swallows up all his pants and cries and shoves his tongue into Theo's mouth, licking, exploring. Theo's going dizzy from the way Liam is filling him up in every way possible.
"Up," Liam suddenly commands him.
Theo pulls back and stares at him, uncomprehending. Liam engages some of his werewolf strength to roll them up into an upright position on the bed, then tips Theo backward onto the pillows, slipping out of him in the process. Theo is lost for a moment to the swirl of gravity and the sensation of the bedspread beneath him as Liam takes full control and shoves him onto his back.
"Hands above your head, sweetheart," Liam murmurs, nipping at Theo's jawline.
Theo is quick to comply this time. It brings a smile to Liam's face, and he rewards Theo with another deep, open-mouthed kiss as he gathers Theo's wrists together above his head and pins them down against the pillow.
Theo must make an embarrassing sound high in the back of his throat as the sudden display of strength goes straight south to his cock.
"You doing good, baby," Liam pulls back to assure him. He releases Theo's wrists, but Theo knows better than to budge. He keeps them crossed there above his head and waits, watches, as Liam gropes around for the ribbon he dropped earlier and unwinds it. His intentions become clear when he pauses to send Theo a questioning look, gets a nod in return, and then slips the ribbon around Theo's wrists and winds it a couple of times before double-knotting it in a bow on top.
Theo's throat is dry with anticipation. Not that the ribbon could actually hold its own against Theo's chimera strength if he had to break out of it--but the smooth weight of it, the tightness digging just a little into the soft skin of his wrists, is enough to remind him that Liam is the one taking charge tonight, and that alone sends another thrill through his body.
"Are you--are you gonna fuck me now?" he asks.
Liam leans back on his haunches with mirth twinkling in his eyes. "Depends. Are you gonna tell me what to do?"
Theo lowers his gaze. "No."
"Good boy."
And then Liam drops down on his elbows and knees, bracketing Theo's hips, and his head lowers to hover over Theo's erection. He only gives one hot puff of breath as a warning before he opens up his mouth and slowly swallows Theo down.
Theo jerks and cries out from the sensation of Liam's lips wrapped around him. Liam is slow and methodical about it, working his mouth up and down, mindful of his teeth, while Theo bucks and strains at the stimulation.
Liam pulls off momentarily to tell him, "Keep your hands above your head," and the sight of the string of spit from the head of Theo's cock to Liam's lips is enough to make him momentarily forget who and where he is. Still, he settles back down, and with a satisfied sound Liam resumes licking and swallowing him down. Theo moans and trembles at the tight, wet heat around him, at the feeling of him nudging up against the back of Liam's throat right before Liam opens up for him completely.
Theo wants nothing more than to get his hands on the back of Liam's head and shove him down, make Liam deepthroat him.
Liam bobs and swallows around him several more times, tongue swirling whenever he comes up for air. He pulls off completely after a few minutes and pauses to catch his breath.
"G-d. Fuck," Theo groans to the ceiling.
Liam grins at him. The little shit. "Keep still, baby," he says, all deliciously raspy, and that's all he says before his fingers find Theo's hole and pull back to open him up wide.
Theo jolts at the touch. "Liam--fuck. Shit."
"Hold still," Liam murmurs. He's got two fingers of each hand pulling at Theo's hole, gaping him open, stretching him further.
"Liam," Theo chokes out.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you? All sopping wet for me. Bet you love being opened up on my cock," Liam says.
"Love it, love you so much. Love your fucking cock. G-d," Theo agrees insanely. "Put it in me, please."
"Yeah?"
"Give it to me. Fuck me, Liam."
Liam walks forward on his knees and scoops up Theo's lower half to press their hips together, Theo now tipped back with his ass resting in Liam's lap. Liam guides the head of his cock back into Theo's tight, wet hole, and Theo's breath leaves him in a gasp as Liam sheathes himself inside.
"Want me to give it to you, yeah? Use your fucking hole?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Theo says as Liam pulls back his hips and snaps them forward once, twice, three times. The movement slides Theo back and forth over the bedspread, his bound wrists bouncing above his head.
Liam leans over to drape himself over Theo's torso, the full weight of him blanketing Theo, anchoring him down to reality as he picks up the pace and fucks him. Liam's hands find Theo's wrists again and pin them down. Their breaths tangle together in little explosions of uh, uh, yeah, like that, uh, yes, and take it, like that, take it.
"You look so pretty. Wrapped up in a bow," Liam mutters in his ear. Catches the soft lobe and works it between his teeth.
Theo responds with another incoherent huff of arousal. At this angle, Liam's stomach is providing inconsistent friction for his untouched cock, and he aches to be jerked off, is burning for release, to just get a hand or skin or some sort of heat around him as Liam fucks him into the mattress.
"No coming yet," says Liam. "Hold on, baby, hold on."
"Liam, please--"
"Not yet," Liam repeats. He slips his free hand over Theo's chin, up over his mouth, and presses his palm there to swallow up the rest of Theo's protests.
Liam pauses in his rhythm to slow down, pulling out almost completely before driving back in with long, deep strokes.
"So good," Liam slurs, because his fangs have popped out at some point in the middle of it all. "G-d--Theo--you feel so fucking good, ah."
Theo whimpers as a particularly deep thrust strikes right against his prostate. Liam releases his grip on Theo's mouth to hear the soft cries spill out of him as Liam rolls his hips back and hits his prostate again just right, over and over.
"Right there," Theo babbles, "there, right there--please…"
Liam's pace ramps up again and he finds a relentless rhythm that has the bed rocking shamelessly back and forth from the force of their fucking. Liam covers his mouth again with a deep and filthy kiss, licks up the sounds of desperation there as Theo finally comes with blinding intensity from the stimulation. Liam follows not long after, hips jerking, cock twitching, and Theo clenches down reflexively, feels the heat of Liam's release coating him inside.
They're both lost in a daze, catching their breaths as their eyes meet glassily from the high of their arousal.
Liam is the first to speak. "Um," he says, rather eloquently, as he eases up on his hold on Theo's wrists. "Hiya."
"Hi," Theo replies with a roll of his eyes.
"Nice--nice present you got there," Liam says around a lame grin.
Theo smirks up at him, tired and sweaty and fucked out but riding a cloud of bliss. "Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah, it was a...surprisingly nice package," says Liam.
Theo is full-on grinning at him. He flexes his wrists once before slipping first one, then the other out of the ribbon.
Liam's mouth falls open. "I tied that pretty tightly. What the heck," he grouses.
"Baby, I've gotten out of zip ties while being electrocuted half to death. Have a little more faith in me," Theo quips.
Liam's mouth turns down in a pout as he slaps Theo's chest with the back of his hand. "Don't joke about shit like that." He pauses. "Unless, of course...you're thinking of bringing zip ties into the mix…"
"G-d, no, get your mind out of the gutter, Dunbar."
"Excuse me, you're the one who walked out here wearing nothing but a fucking ribbon around your dick."
"You're the one who thought of other ways to use the ribbon."
"Yeah, and those were new and exciting ways, thank you very much."
Theo barks out a laugh at Liam's exaggerated look of offense. "Yeah, and a shower before the others get back would also sound new and exciting, so either pull out of my ass or carry me there."
"Fine," Liam gripes, pulling out and rolling over onto the bed next to him. Despite Theo's complaints, neither of them seem to be in a particular hurry to get cleaned up just yet.
"Thank you," Liam says after a minute of them breathing heavily and gazing up at the ceiling.
"For letting you fuck me?" Theo clarifies, obviously amused.
"Yes, you asshole."
"Well, thank you. For fucking me."
Liam snorts. Theo follows, and soon they're honking in laughter, Liam falling sideways into Theo's arms and their heads knocking against each other, all smiles and ridiculousness and mingled scents of desire and contentment and elation. Above all, in the still house with only the sound of their voices and their syncing heartbeats, the boy he loves in his arms, Theo smells nothing but the purity of their devotion.
And honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way.
(Even if they will have to face the wrath of Mason and Corey and Alec later.)