This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
Henry's completely content to further the intimacy and deepen the moment, making no pause as he smooths his hands over Oliver's thighs. His arms offer their support around his hips as the shirt is discarded and reveals the tattoos underneath, along with skin that glows orange in the warmth of the firelight.
His eyes graze over Oliver's torso, spotting the intricate outline of a compass tattoo on his wrist as he does. The hummingbird is a sweet addition to the outline of Oliver's ribs, appearing almost to move with his breaths.
"I like this one," he comments, voice a low rumble. Warm, calloused hands slowly, gently rub up to grip Oliver's waistline. "But I think this is my favorite," and, to show rather than tell what one he's talking about, he leans in to press his lips around the rose along Oliver's collarbone. A soft breath flows out of Henry's nostrils and over the skin of his neck.
His eyes graze over Oliver's torso, spotting the intricate outline of a compass tattoo on his wrist as he does. The hummingbird is a sweet addition to the outline of Oliver's ribs, appearing almost to move with his breaths.
"I like this one," he comments, voice a low rumble. Warm, calloused hands slowly, gently rub up to grip Oliver's waistline. "But I think this is my favorite," and, to show rather than tell what one he's talking about, he leans in to press his lips around the rose along Oliver's collarbone. A soft breath flows out of Henry's nostrils and over the skin of his neck.
HENRY
