( oliver had spent a significant amount of time mooching off of nick. not just because his apartment was conveniently located and he, technically, didn't have anywhere else to go aside from home (which wasn't an option) but also because he enjoyed how fucking easy it was to keep close to nick. the easy make out on the floor while waiting for their pizza to finish baking in the oven, sprawling all over each other on the couch while they were so high they could barely put together two sentences. fingers threading through his hair, the ease with which nick just fit in his space.
it kind of feels just like this. there's something innately wrong with august, and oliver can feel it. the dark magic at play, and just the general vibes he gives off. but it's addictive, in its way. it feels like playing with something forbidden, and hell if that's not exciting.
and it feels really, really good when august gives in. when he takes initiative. when teeth clash against his own and it's not a pleasant feeling but it wreaks of desperation. oliver moans against august's lips, leaning into him when he pulls back, because he just can't get enough of it.
when august breaks the kiss, oliver takes the time he uses to speak to lean forward, dragging his tongue across august's lower lip to break that string of spit. )
I don't think you want to. ( his hand drops from august's neck, trailing down his chest and stopping at his waistline. waiting there. ) Maybe it wants us to consummate the marriage.
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it kind of feels just like this. there's something innately wrong with august, and oliver can feel it. the dark magic at play, and just the general vibes he gives off. but it's addictive, in its way. it feels like playing with something forbidden, and hell if that's not exciting.
and it feels really, really good when august gives in. when he takes initiative. when teeth clash against his own and it's not a pleasant feeling but it wreaks of desperation. oliver moans against august's lips, leaning into him when he pulls back, because he just can't get enough of it.
when august breaks the kiss, oliver takes the time he uses to speak to lean forward, dragging his tongue across august's lower lip to break that string of spit. )
I don't think you want to. ( his hand drops from august's neck, trailing down his chest and stopping at his waistline. waiting there. ) Maybe it wants us to consummate the marriage.