Theo — First ༉‧+ ̊.

Theo was so turned on, so unbelievably hard and desperate for more, yet he didn't even know where to put his hands, how could he even think about anything when their lips were against his? Their body pressed flush against his own as they sat pretty on his lap, so confident and sure of what they wanted, all while he couldn't even put his hands on them without crumbling.

"Wait—" He breaths out, pushing them back gently, breaking the kiss as he catches his breath, chest heaving up and down while he shakily reaches out to rest his hands on their hips. "Sorry— I just... I'm kinda nervous." He sighs, looking down at his own lap, cock agonizingly hard from the clothed contact, the feeling of their crotch up against his as they ground down in his lap. It was so subtle that he wasn't even sure if they were aware of what they were doing, but the small smirk on their face told him otherwise.

"This is... This is my first time..." He finally admitted, voice quiet and shaky as his cheeks flushed a bright pink. He felt so hot, body on fire as their hands rested on his chest, slowly, teasingly, moving down, lower and lower until they reached the waistband of his pants, tugging on them. "I've never really gone past a makeout sesh…" He laughed nervously, not bothering to stop them as he saw how self-assured they were, so confident and in charge that he couldn't stop them, couldn't even stop himself from lifting his hips up, helping them pull his pants down.

"Take it slowly..." He chuckles, heart skipping a beat as their eyes locked with his, such an intense stare that he felt a shiver run down his spine. "...please?" He all but begs, eyes wide as he hopes for their mercy. He felt so completely and utterly at their mercy, and he didn't mind it one bit, not when he felt so good in the palm of their hand, like he was the center of their world; something to be admired and lusted after.