This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
None of the fun will be wasted, Oliver. It's a heavy, passionate meshing of their bodies that takes place from this moment on. Clothes scatter around the makeshift bed, wet lips caress warm skin, hands search and find their marks. It's a genuinely releasing experience for Henry, who hasn't had this kind of intimacy with someone in a long time. That in mind, he has his own embarrassed moments that bring a shy smile to his face, but he does everything he can to best please the beautiful man he gives himself to.
When it's over, when they collapse into a pile of flushed bodies and winded breath, Henry takes Oliver into his arms again. This time it's simply to hold him, to glide his fingers through soft hair and murmur silly nonsense into Oliver's skin until they fall asleep among a comfy heap of pillows and blankets.
FIN
When it's over, when they collapse into a pile of flushed bodies and winded breath, Henry takes Oliver into his arms again. This time it's simply to hold him, to glide his fingers through soft hair and murmur silly nonsense into Oliver's skin until they fall asleep among a comfy heap of pillows and blankets.
FIN
HENRY
