[it's hard not to remember that the only reason he's kissing Oliver is because of the ribbon forcing their hands. he does -- if only for a moment -- lose himself in the affection. all he can do is tighten his grip on his hand, muscles in his arm tensing to secure the connection, shoulder digging into shoulder.
the bite elicits an illicit sound purred through his throat. he returns the favor, doubling down in intensity, teeth bumping against teeth purely from excitement. slow, deliberate kisses turn into messy, wet ones. open mouthed and hungry, he's unconsciously leaning away, if not to force Oliver to pull him back. he breaks contact sloppily, still so close that a string of spit is left between their lips.]
Do you want to check the ribbon?
[once August is on, he's on. passion overrides guilt, swallows up every little ounce of it he has left to keep him in the moment. for now, he can forget about the mansion, the needling thoughts, the harsh magic - which works through him as he works Oliver, forehead pressing against his in a half-nuzzle, hot and heavy breathes against skin. a rise in temperature that he can't control.]
the way i uploaded so many icons for this tdm
the bite elicits an illicit sound purred through his throat. he returns the favor, doubling down in intensity, teeth bumping against teeth purely from excitement. slow, deliberate kisses turn into messy, wet ones. open mouthed and hungry, he's unconsciously leaning away, if not to force Oliver to pull him back. he breaks contact sloppily, still so close that a string of spit is left between their lips.]
Do you want to check the ribbon?
[once August is on, he's on. passion overrides guilt, swallows up every little ounce of it he has left to keep him in the moment. for now, he can forget about the mansion, the needling thoughts, the harsh magic - which works through him as he works Oliver, forehead pressing against his in a half-nuzzle, hot and heavy breathes against skin. a rise in temperature that he can't control.]