let your threads come undone. i like you better bare
Rance didn't quite know what to think of Oliver's wording. Attuned 'status'? He got the point, however, and might have had a few things to say about the 'attractiveness' of feeling right in one's own skin, but those would be delayed by Oliver's invitations for further conversation and... activities.
Whatever confusion the proposal of modeling for Oliver had brought on, it was easily brushed aside by the knowledge of what he was really asking. He was paying more attention to the body language by that point than words. To parted lips and the tilt of Oliver's head. To the way the distance between them was closing. Rance let the description of what he would do as a 'model' wash over him. Let the compliments stroke his pride. Through it all, he traced Oliver's jaw, dragged fingertips down his neck. As the word 'intimate' passed Oliver's lips, the fingers curled around the back of his neck, teasing the ends of short, blond hair.
"Or, you know... we could save all that 'sketching' for later and I can show you other uses for my body." And without waiting for a reply, Rance leaned down and captured Oliver's lips, silencing any further compliments or proposals with a wordless and enthusiastic agreement.
Whatever confusion the proposal of modeling for Oliver had brought on, it was easily brushed aside by the knowledge of what he was really asking. He was paying more attention to the body language by that point than words. To parted lips and the tilt of Oliver's head. To the way the distance between them was closing. Rance let the description of what he would do as a 'model' wash over him. Let the compliments stroke his pride. Through it all, he traced Oliver's jaw, dragged fingertips down his neck. As the word 'intimate' passed Oliver's lips, the fingers curled around the back of his neck, teasing the ends of short, blond hair.
"Or, you know... we could save all that 'sketching' for later and I can show you other uses for my body." And without waiting for a reply, Rance leaned down and captured Oliver's lips, silencing any further compliments or proposals with a wordless and enthusiastic agreement.
RANCE
