[the wine bottle hangs loosely at his side. he's tempted to drop it to the floor and cause a little scene of attention so his hand would have the freedom to do what he wants, but decides against it. his hell-warmth floods into Oliver's skin at his touch and he leans into it.]
Yes, you do.
[half-lidded eyes mirror Oliver's gaze as he whispers, pressing their hips against each other. he doesn't know if kissing will make the ribbon untie, or if the rules are more intense. he holds them together like this for long, long seconds, just their breathing and his heartbeat thrumming in his ears. playing the who caves first game is usually right up his alley, but he's unfortunately a sucker for independence and he can't figure this new place out with him quite literally attached at the hip. when he does kiss him he starts slow, each one escalating after the other, long and drawn out, luring him in.]
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Yes, you do.
[half-lidded eyes mirror Oliver's gaze as he whispers, pressing their hips against each other. he doesn't know if kissing will make the ribbon untie, or if the rules are more intense. he holds them together like this for long, long seconds, just their breathing and his heartbeat thrumming in his ears. playing the who caves first game is usually right up his alley, but he's unfortunately a sucker for independence and he can't figure this new place out with him quite literally attached at the hip. when he does kiss him he starts slow, each one escalating after the other, long and drawn out, luring him in.]