[the wine stained lips, the smells, the distant chatter of people and music acting as muffled background noise while August surrenders, losing himself in an act as simple as kissing. with him, it's never just as it is. he swaps spit with the same tongue that raises demons from hell, with a passion as wildly intoxicating as it is for him to draw them out. that's what he wants from Oliver, to raise every ounce of him to the surface. which is exactly what happens and his breath catches in his throat.
oh, shit.]
What-
[what is he doing, what are they doing, so many things he could ask knowing that he started this, that he kept going and couldn't pull away. nothing is done about the ribbon. the more contact they have, the more open August becomes. he plays between lingering, long kisses and greedy, wet ones.
fingers press into skin, acts as further encouragement for more of a near-desperate rhythm of friction. he's hard, finds it difficult not to be, that addictive heat aching below his belt. that moan brings him into a new level of awareness and suddenly everything about Oliver stands out. the dimples in his face, sweat below his brow, the shallow breaths. he lets out a low chuckle, looking down at their bodies flush against each other. he's kind of catching his breath and kind of admiring. he likes the way they look so much that he doesn't notice he's biting his own lip as he grinds their bodies together.]
no subject
oh, shit.]
What-
[what is he doing, what are they doing, so many things he could ask knowing that he started this, that he kept going and couldn't pull away. nothing is done about the ribbon. the more contact they have, the more open August becomes. he plays between lingering, long kisses and greedy, wet ones.
fingers press into skin, acts as further encouragement for more of a near-desperate rhythm of friction. he's hard, finds it difficult not to be, that addictive heat aching below his belt. that moan brings him into a new level of awareness and suddenly everything about Oliver stands out. the dimples in his face, sweat below his brow, the shallow breaths. he lets out a low chuckle, looking down at their bodies flush against each other. he's kind of catching his breath and kind of admiring. he likes the way they look so much that he doesn't notice he's biting his own lip as he grinds their bodies together.]