Greg was welcoming arms, supportive and embracing as Theo came with him, sliding into the soapy water again. Greg moved them, both of them, to the steps that lead into the tub, and he sat, so that they both were up to their shoulders in the warm fragrant water.
His arms were about Theo, and he had him on his lap, and Greg moved closer still to kiss Theo's mouth, warm and probing. He gave a happier sighing sound, and pulled back, "I'm sorry about that cold tile. You should be warm in here, with me. This is better I think," and he held one arm about Theo, kissing him again even as one hand went to between Theo's legs, petting and stroking his cock again. His own was more swollen now, pressing against where Theo sat on his lap, growing firmer by the minute.
"This is much better," he said again, feeling Theo's chill and kicking himself for that idea of laying him out. He wasn't puzzling at all about Theo saying 'no'; most of the time, Theo wasn't in his right mind, and for all Greg knew, he was saying 'no' to something else, something coming to get them or some rot like that. This was the best position yet, Theo pressing on him, his hand cupped and sliding up and down Theo, with their lips pressed together, exploring.