It’s on a Wednesday that Theo asks for it.
Sheldon tries not to think about the fact that it’s also Valentine’s Day.
Theo, sweet Theo. Left a single rose and a heart-shaped imperial cookie on Sheldon’s desk, but avoided his glitter and construction-paper laden classroom all day, and then promptly asked Sheldon to top him after a candle-lit dinner of pasta, crusty bread, and red wine.
Sheldon responded by straddling Theo’s lap, his hands framing Theo’s face, and kissing him senseless.
***
It’s on a Wednesday that Theo asks for it.
And it really is a coincidence that it is also Valentine’s Day.
Theo leaves a single rose and a heart-shaped imperial cookie on Sheldon’s desk, but he steers clear of the chaos of Valentine’s Day in a primary classroom. God knows he’s going to have a hell of a time cleaning up all the glitter and glue. He does, however, cook Sheldon a dinner of pasta and fresh-baked crusty bread, serve it up with a bottle of red wine, and after their plates are empty, Theo musters up the courage to ask Sheldon to top him for the first time.
Unsurprisingly, Sheldon is in Theo’s lap in a flash, his soft hands framing Theo’s face as he pitches forward, kissing Sheldon senseless.
***
No one has ever. Sheldon didn’t need to ask.
Sheldon parts Theo’s cheeks, and lets his thumb trace down between, lightly brushing over the furled, rosy entrance to Theo’s body,
***
Theo is going to die.
Cause of death? A hot tongue lapping at his hole.
No one had ever. And until fairly recently, Theo couldn’t even imagine that someone would. Then again, he never could have imagined Sheldon - any part of him, not just the part of him currenting eating Theo out like his life depends on it.
Theo can’t even care to be embarrassed by the noises he’s making. Or the sharp inhale that makes him choke a little when Sheldon finally slides a lubed finger alongside his tongue.
***
Sheldon is going to die.
Cause of death? Suffocation. The soundtrack to his arrival at the pearly gates - the most delicious sounds he’s ever pulled from another human being.
***
Sheldon. Diminutive Sheldon. Pocket boyfriend. Fits snuggly in Theo’s lap with room to spare.
And yet.
Theo feels like he’s being split open by his dick.
He’d felt ready - thoroughly fingered open, edged, well-lubed and relaxed. And Sheldon was easing in slowly. In an inch, back out, In an inch and a bit, back out. Incrementally, letting Theo get used to being penetrated, until finally, Sheldon’s pelvis was flush against Theo’s body.
It’s a lot.
Theo feels full. But also, complete? He’s not sure that that makes sense, but he’s not going to look too closely at it in this moment.
The slick slide of Sheldon’s co*ck in and out of his body feels incredible, and there’s not much more he can focus on.
***
“God,” Sheldon murmurs, pulling all the way out to admire the way Theo’s body mourns the loss, “your hole is just so hungry, isn’t it?”
He adds a bit of lube and thrusts back in smoothly.
“So tight, Theo,” he groans, grinding his pelvis against Theo’s ass cheeks.
Sheldon’s left hand grips Theo’s hip, and he snakes his right hand around Theo’s waist to wrap around his co*ck. “So hard, too,” grunts out, “f*ck, Theo.”
***
Theo knows it’s pretty much game-over the moment Sheldon’s soft hand finds his co*ck.
He can’t help but f*ck forward into Sheldon’s grip, and f*ck backwards onto his co*ck, chasing the two sensations simultaneously and just giving himself over to the pleasure.
His org*sm builds builds builds from somewhere deep, and he nearly chokes on his own saliva when he comes, his back arching, then bowing, as wave after wave of pleasure crests over his body.
The world seems muted when he hears Sheldon’s breath quicken, and his praise of Theo stutters, as he comes too, emptying himself into the condom. Theo lets himself slump forward onto his stomach after Sheldon pulls out.
***
Sheldon curls up on Theo’s chest. His arm reaches across Theo’s body so his fingers can tangle in the hairs at the name of Theo’s neck.
“So?” he asks timidly.
Theo, his man of few words, just sighs happily and tightens his embrace around Sheldon.
“Good then,” Sheldon whispers softly, pressing a tender kiss to Theo’s pec. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweet Theo.”
