By this point, the fox ears have shifted away, returning back to his normal set. It would be a tad too distracting and Oliver wants Henry’s focus on some far more important things.
Lips move towards his neck and Oliver let’s put a soft moan, nails lightly scratching at Henry’s and grip loosening to almost nothing.
His inability to remove the shirt is noticed and Oliver is ready to pout before he is locked into another kiss. Without much guidance, Oliver tilts his own head, kissing with much more intensity now. Before he can do much more the two separate and Oliver is able to get a good look at the other man’s chest. Biting on his lip, Oliver’s eyes rake over the body, taking everything in. ”Fuck.” Was all he could really say. It wasn’t poetic, far from it. But from his tone alone, he was more than a little turned on.
Once more he is pulled in and the two fall into the pillows. Smiling every so slightly, Oliver leans in for another kiss and his hands begin to readjust. With one hand holding onto his shoulder the other gently moves along Henry’s chest, getting a good feel of it. Meanwhile, he tilts his head to the side and gently runs his tongue along the other man’s lips, pushing for what he originally intended on doing before his shirt fumbles got in the way.
Lips move towards his neck and Oliver let’s put a soft moan, nails lightly scratching at Henry’s and grip loosening to almost nothing.
His inability to remove the shirt is noticed and Oliver is ready to pout before he is locked into another kiss. Without much guidance, Oliver tilts his own head, kissing with much more intensity now. Before he can do much more the two separate and Oliver is able to get a good look at the other man’s chest. Biting on his lip, Oliver’s eyes rake over the body, taking everything in. ”Fuck.” Was all he could really say. It wasn’t poetic, far from it. But from his tone alone, he was more than a little turned on.
Once more he is pulled in and the two fall into the pillows. Smiling every so slightly, Oliver leans in for another kiss and his hands begin to readjust. With one hand holding onto his shoulder the other gently moves along Henry’s chest, getting a good feel of it. Meanwhile, he tilts his head to the side and gently runs his tongue along the other man’s lips, pushing for what he originally intended on doing before his shirt fumbles got in the way.
let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair
Oliver
