OLIVER
In all honesty, Oliver would lead them into the deeper parts of the manor, heading towards the room that he calls his. The only problem with that was that he seemed to be quite preoccupied, far more interested in the man before him than breaking away and ruining the moment. Besides, nobody else seemed to be around them in the manor, so what was the harm in doing this? A small part of him even wanted to partially shift his ears to listen out for anyone who may interrupt them, but Oliver went against it, afraid that it'd turn off Rance.
Letting out a soft moan at the brush of tongue on his lips, Oliver happily obliged, spreading his lips and pushing his tongue forward to rub against the other mans'. Fingers curled along his neck, playing with the ends of his hair and scratching ever so slightly, not enough to leave a mark but it was absolutely felt. His other hand was slow and meticulous, moving from his stomach down further slowly edging around his waist and slightly lower, just giving Rance a taste of what could come in the future.
Letting out a soft moan at the brush of tongue on his lips, Oliver happily obliged, spreading his lips and pushing his tongue forward to rub against the other mans'. Fingers curled along his neck, playing with the ends of his hair and scratching ever so slightly, not enough to leave a mark but it was absolutely felt. His other hand was slow and meticulous, moving from his stomach down further slowly edging around his waist and slightly lower, just giving Rance a taste of what could come in the future.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
