This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
Henry doesn't mind the way Oliver looks at him. In fact, he finds that he really likes that kind of burning desire when it's finally being directed at himself. Is it with who he thought it would be? Maybe not, Oliver is a completely, entirely unexpected surprise. A very pleasant surprise. Which makes this even more special. It's impromptu but it feels... right.
He wants to take his time with him, wants to appreciate him. Hungry hands run over bare skin, knot into curly hair, lips interlock in the meeting of their bodies. In spite of that intention, as they continue in their tender touching, the excited exploration of each other's mouths. Henry can feel his own excitement edging hard against the tent in his pants. He also can't help the flushed appearance all of this heat suddenly gives him, pulling in a heavy breath as he recovers from their kiss.
One of his hands moves down to gently rub along the edge of Oliver's crotch, to find that same desire, to feed and fan the flame. The movements will get more intent, more concentrated; will fight against the buckle of pants so that he can actually take Oliver in smooth, easy strokes.
He wants to take his time with him, wants to appreciate him. Hungry hands run over bare skin, knot into curly hair, lips interlock in the meeting of their bodies. In spite of that intention, as they continue in their tender touching, the excited exploration of each other's mouths. Henry can feel his own excitement edging hard against the tent in his pants. He also can't help the flushed appearance all of this heat suddenly gives him, pulling in a heavy breath as he recovers from their kiss.
One of his hands moves down to gently rub along the edge of Oliver's crotch, to find that same desire, to feed and fan the flame. The movements will get more intent, more concentrated; will fight against the buckle of pants so that he can actually take Oliver in smooth, easy strokes.
HENRY
