( he loves how the words coming out of august's mouth imply one thing but how he moves implies something else entirely. it's exciting. his grip doesn't loosen on the bottle, not yet. instead, oliver leaves august with the freedom to shove his hand up and under his shirt, over his stomach as oliver gives a soft, shuddery sigh. )
I know. ( that it's oliver august's concern is for. that he's worried about potentially harming him, even as he presses for more. oliver opens his mouth, but before he can get the words out, august releases his lower lip and presses right back against him.
it's good. how nice august feels, pressed close and all passion. it's why oliver doesn't turn his attention to the ribbon holding their wrists together. knows august could just as easily try and pull at it if he wanted to, but it's low on his list of priorities. oliver's fine leaving it until getting out of his arms is the last thing on august's mind.
the hand holding onto the wine raises, arm wrapping around august's shoulders to hold him in close, presses up against him until august's knuckles press right up against his own abdomen and oliver's knee shoves right in between his legs.
grinds his hips in against august's with a breathy moan against his mouth that's at least half for show. )
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I know. ( that it's oliver august's concern is for. that he's worried about potentially harming him, even as he presses for more. oliver opens his mouth, but before he can get the words out, august releases his lower lip and presses right back against him.
it's good. how nice august feels, pressed close and all passion. it's why oliver doesn't turn his attention to the ribbon holding their wrists together. knows august could just as easily try and pull at it if he wanted to, but it's low on his list of priorities. oliver's fine leaving it until getting out of his arms is the last thing on august's mind.
the hand holding onto the wine raises, arm wrapping around august's shoulders to hold him in close, presses up against him until august's knuckles press right up against his own abdomen and oliver's knee shoves right in between his legs.
grinds his hips in against august's with a breathy moan against his mouth that's at least half for show. )