ooc: i loooove this
Theo put his arms around Greg's neck, smiling as he kissed Greg back. He squeaked a little when Greg started pushing at his pants, but he went along with it because in that time, at that moment, he knew Greg and he knew this was normal. He didn't know when or where he was though.
"So impatient." he teased, but he could see Greg's need, even though it worried him a little. He squirmed out of his pants and then pet Greg's chest, trying to soothe the urgency that was worrying him away. "It's okay." he said, trying to comfort. "Shh, it's okay. I'm right here." he got up a little over Greg's hips, reached down to hold that thick, familiar cock up and, in that one sudden motion that always hurt him so nicely, he pushed down.
He wasn't eased open from that afternoon at all, he wasn't lubed up the way he'd usually been. He hadn't had anything inside him for five years and the pain tore into him as though he'd been a virgin. He drew in a hard, deep, sudden breath, the shock of Greg's cock in him almost choking him. He was shaking hard, more than trembling, looked down in almost shock at the body beneath him, fuck, inside him. He went white, his mouth moving like he was trying to speak but no words came; he didn't know Greg anymore. Tears slipped down his thin face, silver and cold on either side and he didn't, couldn't move.
"No." he said eventually. "No, no, no, no..." over and over, more broken than a stuck record.