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“...Not that I’m complaining,” Theo pants breathlessly between Liam’s ruthless attacks on his mouth, “but--shouldn’t you--ah, fuck--take it easy?”
“Take it easy, my ass,” Liam all but growls. He’s gotten Theo pinned to an impressive variety of surfaces during the small trip from the truck to the doorstep of Theo’s apartment, ranging from the inside of Theo’s truck door, the outside of said truck door, the brick wall of the cove leading to the front door, and now, the front door itself. Theo’s hands are grappling fruitlessly behind him at the handle with the shaking end of his key. It’s kind of a challenge being coordinated, much less dignified, when your desperate and horny werewolf boyfriend is devouring your mouth with his tongue and rucking up your shirt to dig his fingers into your hips and leave fleeting bruises across your skin.
Liam makes an impatient grabby motion for the key ring and lunges for it when it inevitably slips from Theo’s grasp. The sudden movement shifts Liam’s nose downward to jam into the crook of Theo’s neck, which certainly doesn’t help things along. But at least all he has to focus on now is writhing under Liam’s touch while Liam jams the key into the doorknob and twists it open so they can fall through into the privacy of Theo’s apartment. Theo is just a touch humiliated to admit that if not for Liam’s left hand being curled securely around the belt loop of Theo’s jeans, Theo would have toppled over backward onto his ass from the inertia of the front door bursting open.
“’M not made of glass,” Liam reminds him, right before going back to peppering Theo’s jawline with kisses and alternating his lip smacks with little flicks of his tongue across the stubble. “C’mon, Theo. Just--touch me--”
A swift kick to the outside of Theo’s sneakered foot gets Theo very quickly with the program. He skates his fingers over Liam’s back through the rumpled material of his flannel shirt.
(Honestly, even though Liam looks cute in everything, this shirt of his is not one of Theo’s favorites. He thinks he wouldn’t mind if it got ripped a little in the process of them aggressively making out in the middle of his living room.)
Liam whines needily into Theo’s mouth and bites down particularly hard on Theo’s bottom lip. The chimera understands and wraps up his boyfriend in a tighter embrace. As they both kick off their shoes somewhere in the foyer, Theo runs his hands up and down Liam’s spine, forgetting this time about the spot where Liam had just gotten shot two nights prior, and in a matter of seconds he has the hem of Liam’s shirt hiked up and Li is helping him by shrugging it up and off his shoulders himself.
Theo stares unabashedly at the broad, tanned expanse of Liam’s chest in the afternoon glow slanting through the blinds. Gaze hooded, he rakes his eyes up and down the curly hair dusting the planes of Liam’s pecs, the way Liam’s nipples have hardened from the sudden exposure to the air. He slips his hands into the dip at Liam’s hips, just above the annoyingly present waistband of his jeans, and ducks his head down to start licking vengeful stripes of heat all across Liam’s clavicles and biceps and around his nipples.
His ministrations have Liam gasping and struggling in his hold. Theo clucks and renews his grip on Liam’s hips to keep him right where he wants him to be while he circles first Liam’s right nipple with just the tip of his tongue, then ghosts a breath over his sternum and crosses over to the left to tease that nipple and roll it between his teeth.
“Oh, fuck, Theo. Fuck,” Liam moans toward the ceiling, since his head has lolled back as he goes boneless in Theo’s hands.
“Tell me if I’m going too hard,” Theo asks him again, pulling away just briefly to pose the solicitous question.
Liam rolls his head back up to pin Theo with a lustful stare, pupils blown wide and black and his brow drawn in that threateningly dominant way that has Theo almost creaming his pants on the spot. “Nope. No. I don’t want any of your stupid knightly heroics today. I want to rip your shirt off and pin you against the nearest wall and I want to fuck your brains out until you’re screaming.”
“Oh, G-d,” Theo groans. He drops his forehead down against the expanse of Liam’s broad shoulder. “Oh. Fuck.”
Look, he may have been the most eloquent teenage manipulator to ever walk through Beacon Hills two years ago, but the way Liam talks dirty to him these days would severely reduce the vocabulary of anyone listening in.
Liam doesn’t wait for Theo to react or to give his permission. They’ve been together for ages--been through it all, from tender lovemaking to desperate blowjobs in the car to animalistic fucking in all sorts of places in the haze of their post-battle adrenaline--and Liam knows precisely what to do next to make Theo incoherent.
So Liam reaches forward to fumble with the button of Theo’s fly and shove the jeans down his hips to his knees. Theo helps him, moving as fast as he can to step out of his pants, until he’s standing only in his boxers. Liam then snakes his arms around Theo’s lower back and lifts him, and on instinct Theo jumps into his hold, sliding his thighs around Liam’s waist and crossing his wrists and ankles behind Liam’s back. Liam walks them backward at a dizzying speed, pressing them ever closer together until the pressure of their still-clothed cocks borders on painful. Theo loses sense of time and space until his back hits the wall by his bedroom door with a thud. It’s almost painful, the way the back of his skull thunks against the sheetrock, but he loves it. He fucking lives for this feeling.
Liam mashes their mouths together again and kisses and kisses him, slotting his tongue behind Theo’s teeth, running the tip over the roof of Theo’s mouth in that exact way that has the chimera moaning wantonly and rutting up with even more desperation against Liam’s crotch. Too many clothes. They’ve got too many clothes on.
Liam evidently shares that same sentiment. One knee pressed against the wall to support the entirety of Theo’s weight around his waist--and if that single fact doesn’t make Theo’s heart flip and his head spin--he frees his hands and unsheathes his claws to rip Theo’s shirt clean in two down the middle. The plastic buttons fly off and go skittering across the hardwood floors in a dim cacophony that Theo barely registers.
“You--you ripped--” Theo’s trying to gasp out a coherent thought as the cool puff of Liam’s breath across his exposed collarbones drives him mad. “Fuck. Liam. You actually ripped my shirt.”
There’s a pause, and then Theo lowers his gaze to meet Liam’s. The werewolf looks supremely unimpressed, one brow raised and his eyes still glowing amber above the fangs that peek out over his lip.
“I told you I’d be cashing in on that raincheck for romantic shirt ripping,” Liam reminds him.
Theo is still gaping at him in disbelief. “Jenna bought that for me. That was Armani.”
“I don’t care about your fucking shirt,” Liam snaps. He brings his forearm up to shove Theo back against the wall, pressure increasing ever steadily against the base of Theo’s neck. “Do you want to get fucked or not?”
Fuck.
Theo’s eyes glaze over at the subvocal growl coloring Liam’s words. When he doesn’t respond quickly enough, the pressure over his clavicle disappears, only to be replaced by the unmistakable shape of Liam’s human fingers wrapping around his neck. “I asked you a question,” Liam says, dangerous and low. “I asked you. Do you. Want. To get fucked. Or not?”
Theo gasps out a sound somewhere between a moan and a sob and writhes in the tight space between the wall and Liam’s fiery hot body. “Yes. Yes. Fuck me, Liam--do it--”
“What do you say?”
“Please,” Theo manages to grind out. “Please, Liam? Please fuck me.”
“You always forget your manners,” says Liam. He slides the pad of his thumb up from the side of Theo’s neck to the front of his Adam’s apple, coaxing Theo’s head back. The chimera complies, and the pale column of his throat arches out, exposed and vulnerable, for Liam’s hungry eyes to consume. Theo feels split open like this already, quivering with the need to submit and the craving to be taken care of, and Liam hasn’t even gotten his cock inside him yet.
“You still have too many clothes on,” says Liam. He flicks out the claws of his right hand--a nifty trick that Theo taught him ages ago and he hasn’t tired of using ever since--and without hesitation he shreds the rest of the cotton clinging to Theo’s shoulders until the shirt is in tatters on the floor at his feet.
“Liam,” Theo complains, still kind of hung up on the whole Jenna bought that for me as a gift aspect of things, even as Liam manhandles Theo’s feet onto the floor so he can shove Theo’s boxers down and off his legs completely.
“Shut up,” Liam snarls, just the way Theo likes it. Just the way he knows the sound of it will travel south to Theo’s dick. “Shut the fuck up, Theo, you’re such a brat.” He slams Theo back against the wall, hiking the chimera’s legs up over his waist again to pin him effectively, and one of his hands wanders up to press against Theo’s mouth.
Theo thinks he’ll go entirely lightheaded from the bolt of pure pleasure that sears through him at being gagged.
Liam is purposefully not touching Theo’s cock, he knows. It strains upward, and he’s so turned on, so needy for Liam to just wrap his hand around Theo’s length and give him some reprieve, but Liam has other plans. He uncovers Theo’s mouth for a moment to hold the fingers of his other hand up to his lips. “Suck,” Liam commands him. Theo complies and wraps his lips around Liam’s three fingers, laving them thoroughly with his tongue.
In a matter of moments, through the sheer force of his will and mouthwatering werewolf strength, Liam is holding Theo’s weight up against the wall with one hand while with the other he prods at Theo’s hole to open him up and prepare him. Theo writhes and groans, craving more contact, more heat across his skin. His weeping cock still lies against his stomach, neglected. Liam twists and scissors his fingers a little harshly, growling shut up, which only serves to make Theo bite his lip and moan even harder.
“I said,” Liam warns him, “shut up. You don’t fucking listen, do you?” And he moves his free hand up to cover Theo’s mouth again with his palm, hot and heavy and filling Theo’s nostrils with the heady and intoxicating scent of Liam.
Theo tries to say fuck me now, please, I’m ready, but the syllables are muffled under Liam’s hand. Liam knows it, if the sheer smugness of his smile is anything to go by. “What’s that, honey?” he says, tone dripping with faux sweetness.
Theo attempts to mumble out his request again.
Liam curves up a brow, assessing his boyfriend’s desperation. “You want to get fucked? Is that what you said?”
Theo is possibly near tears. He struggles but manages to nod under Liam’s tight hold, the solidness of the wall scraping at the back of his head as he does so.
“Thought you’d never ask,” Liam teases him.
He pulls his fingers out of Theo’s hole to unbutton the fly of his own jeans and push them down to his knees to free his cock. Theo can’t help the guttural moan he lets out at the sight of Liam’s dick. He’s throbbing with anticipation, knowing it’ll hurt just a little bit but in the best way possible, and that if Liam lets go of his mouth at some point he will be screaming Liam’s name by the end of this.
Slickening himself up with a wet palm and spreading the pearl of precome from his head down his shaft, Liam guides himself to Theo’s entrance and pushes in. Steady and unrelenting, knowing Theo’s limits and knowing where to push them as well. Theo almost cries at the sudden and overwhelming feeling of fullness. Even after all this time, there’s something about the way Liam wraps him up, devours him, consumes him that has Theo always thirsting for more. So he crosses his ankles behind Liam’s back and squeezes, drawing Liam in even closer, which makes the werewolf huff out a smug but half-unsteady laugh at the stimulation. Even Liam’s hunger for him is just as insatiable.
Theo risks slipping one of his hands down between their bodies to get his fingers around his own cock, but Liam catches him before he can go much farther.
“Theo,” he snarls. “Did I say that you could touch yourself?”
Eyes wet, Theo shakes his head. He withdraws his hand.
Satisfied, Liam licks a stripe up the stubble of Theo’s jawline. His breath fans out hotly over Theo’s cheek as he whispers in his ear: “Remember who’s in charge here.”
And, fuck, if that doesn’t make Theo even harder.
He squirms on Liam’s cock, clenching, and he’s rewarded with a groan from Liam himself to show that even the werewolf isn’t unaffected.
Liam pulls back and snaps his hips up again, making Theo yelp behind the hand gagging him and sink lower onto Liam’s dick. Liam sets to fucking him at a steady pace, using gravity to help Theo bounce up and down and impale himself on his cock. Liam goes on licking up and down Theo’s neck, nipping at the sensitive spots below his earlobe and at the dip of his jaw. He presses searing kisses to Theo’s Adam’s apple, then lower and lower, to the hollow of his throat, even lower still, until Theo is actually crying and trying to get away from how terribly good he’s getting it. Liam doesn’t let him move an inch. He latches onto the side of Theo’s neck, holding the flesh there with surprising gentleness between his human teeth, the points of his canines just sharp enough to remind Theo how easily his fangs could drop and pierce the skin and muscle there.
Theo thinks it probably says something embarrassing about him that it’s this thought, of all things, that makes him come so fast, at the same time that Liam thrusts upward into him again. One moment he’s imagining Liam’s wolfish maw closing around his vulnerable throat, claiming his submission, and then the next Liam is driving into him and splitting him open and Theo's vision is exploding into white.
Liam chooses that exact moment to withdraw his hand from Theo’s mouth, and all the filthy cries that have been muffled there come spilling out. “Fuck, fuck, yes, please. Keep going,” Theo babbles as he comes apart. “Please--you fill me up so good--” The rest of his words are swallowed up as Liam licks into his mouth, hot and wet and dirty. The sting of Liam’s fangs at his bottom lip and the prick of his claws as he sweeps Theo’s wrists above his head have Theo whimpering. He squeezes around Liam, and he fucks into Theo with renewed fervor, fucks him right into the damn wall, punishing him and chasing his own high as he trails open-mouthed licks and kisses up and down the chimera’s neck until Theo is close to wailing.
And Theo’s a naughty motherfucker when he wants to be, too. He knows exactly how to wind up Liam. Still pinned to the wall, seeing stars from the stimulation, he pants out, “Liam, I--make me yours.”
Liam bites down on the round of his shoulder and shudders with his release without warning. Theo goes limp against him, speechless from the comfort of Liam filling him with a flood of warmth. Liam goes on fucking him in short, jerky thrusts through his orgasm, making the slapping sounds of their skin morph into squelching as the spurts of hot come glide around Theo's inner walls. Then Liam sags against Theo’s torso, breathless and panting, muscles trembling, while the last of his climax is wrung out of him.
“Fuck,” Liam whispers into his skin as he detaches his teeth from Theo’s shoulder.
“...Yeah,” Theo agrees belatedly. More a hum than a coherent response.
Liam’s still catching his breath as he huffs out a laugh into Theo’s collarbone. Slowly he unwraps his fingers from Theo's wrists, and he purrs with unbridled pleasure at finding the reddening pattern of bruises ringing Theo's skin there. The same angry rashes have bloomed all the way from Theo's jaw to his pecs and shoulders, hickeys littering him left and right, evidence of every little spot where Liam's teeth scraped and teased him and bit down on the skin to stake his claim.
Liam's gaze goes hooded. Drunk with the ultimate high of seeing how he's made Theo utterly and irrevocably his. The possessiveness in his irises makes something uncoil in Theo's belly, too, kind of like he might come again just from thinking about being Liam's if somebody were to so much as breathe over the head of his dick.
Liam knows this part, too. How Theo whines and complains that he's too sensitive, but he'll bury his nose in Liam's shoulder with a snuffle and submit himself to the werewolf wrapping his sticky hand around his cock and pumping him to pull another orgasm from him. It's so good, just so mind-numbingly and unfathomably good, how Liam can make Theo feel so ruined and fucked out and send the tears streaming from the corners of his eyes from the sensation of it, but still have Theo begging for more, begging for him to finish him off one more time.
"What's that?" Liam murmurs. An amused rumble in his chest.
"Please, please, please," Theo mutters into his shoulder. "Please, I can't take it. I'm gonna come I'm gonna come I'm gonna--"
And he does, jaw seizing like the rest of his body, when Liam squeezes and twists his fist viciously around Theo's cock and there's nothing holding Theo's weight up on the floor except his useless feet and the solid weight of Liam's body supporting him. Theo just about screams Liam's name and buries his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck to drown himself in the scent of desire and satisfaction and possession and love found there.
Finally spent, skin flushed and lungs heaving, they pull their sweaty bodies away from one another to make their way over to the couch. They collapse in a tangle of limbs--Theo thanking the stars not for the first time that he bought the extra wide cushions for the express purpose of anticipating frequent post-sex cuddles in his living room--and despite how sticky and hot they are, they flop closer to one another and Liam slings an arm over Theo's middle.
"That was amazing," Theo admits in a daze to the ceiling.
The shape of Liam's grin imprints on Theo's bicep where the werewolf has his nose and mouth nudging him. "Really?" The strange mix of shyness and sexy confidence that is so Liam has overtaken him again. "Amazing enough that you'll...fetch us a washcloth?"
"Liam," Theo groans. "I'm exhausted."
"I just got shot," Liam reminds him with a pout.
Theo rolls his eyes. "Yeah, well, I just got fucked. I don't think you left a solid bone in my body."
Liam is snickering before Theo's complaint is even over. "Pretty sure that's why they call it 'boning'."
"Really, Liam? Really?"
"Hey. I'm not the one who was all like 'oh, G-d, Liam, right there, please fuck me oh please fuck me--'"
"I did not say that," Theo pretends to snap at him. "In fact, you made pretty damn sure I couldn't speak at all."
"Hm," Liam hums. "Yeah, I do love it when I get you to shut up with my hand on your mouth or around your neck."
"Li," Theo grumbles. "Stop talking. You're gonna make me hard again."
Liam leans over and drops a shameless kiss on Theo's nose, then another one on his cheek, and then another squarely on the mouth, all wet and sweet. "Don't see a problem with that. But first, let me take care of you. You did so good today, honey." And with that, he stands up and slips his arms around Theo to hoist him up, and Theo koalas himself out of instinct around his boyfriend's torso and lets Liam carry him all the way down the hallway to the bathroom where the promise of a hot shower together awaits.
Okay, so maybe getting his Armani shirt ripped to pieces was kind of worth it.