( it's a name and a moan all wrapped into one; a soft, breathy sound, pressed right in against august's mouth. oliver's lips are twisted into a pleasant little smile, all too pleased with himself. he's won, after all; august is giving in, which is exactly the outcome oliver had been after. and it feels good, to win. feels even better to have august grinding against him while he looks down to their bodies.
oliver leans forward, pressing his lips against august's own. it's not quite a kiss, but the tease of what could have been one. because he's not pressing closer, not trying to remove august's lip from between his teeth, oliver is just - staying there, right in his space.
enjoying every second of it. )
You're not going to hurt me. Not in any way I don't want you to. So c'mon.
( tongue dragging across the corner of august's lips, as oliver drops the wine bottle behind them. it's no longer relevant, they don't need that nasty shit anymore. )
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( it's a name and a moan all wrapped into one; a soft, breathy sound, pressed right in against august's mouth. oliver's lips are twisted into a pleasant little smile, all too pleased with himself. he's won, after all; august is giving in, which is exactly the outcome oliver had been after. and it feels good, to win. feels even better to have august grinding against him while he looks down to their bodies.
oliver leans forward, pressing his lips against august's own. it's not quite a kiss, but the tease of what could have been one. because he's not pressing closer, not trying to remove august's lip from between his teeth, oliver is just - staying there, right in his space.
enjoying every second of it. )
You're not going to hurt me. Not in any way I don't want you to. So c'mon.
( tongue dragging across the corner of august's lips, as oliver drops the wine bottle behind them. it's no longer relevant, they don't need that nasty shit anymore. )
Fuck me, will you? I want it.