[ Truth of it is, is that Connor never set out to break Oliver's heart. He really didn't. That was just an unfortunate side effect of his dickish (literally) behavior. He just thought that... Well, he's not really entirely sure what he thought, but it doesn't make one fuck of a difference right now. And he has no fucking clue what to do to make this right or make it better or stop the unshakable need to get his mouth on Oliver's.
That... is a problem. Considering he was just told no.
There's a moment here where Connor can make a choice and do the respectable thing and back off. He's lost the battle and the war and he should just admit defeat before he suffers another miserable and humiliating loss. Maybe it's because he isn't all that partial to losing and has a competitive streak buried just beneath the surface, but he wants to claim a victory. Oliver's still not pulling away from him even though he just said no. That's got to be a sign.
Doesn't it?
He decides to take one last chance. What's it really matter? ]
You said no sex. That's not what I'm asking for. [ His hand slides around so they're palm to palm and Connor slips his fingers between Oliver's; the other hand, his thumb never stops the gentle sweeping over his skin. ] Just a kiss. [ One corner of his mouth twitches into a facsimile of a smile that's got its own hint of sadness. ] One.
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That... is a problem. Considering he was just told no.
There's a moment here where Connor can make a choice and do the respectable thing and back off. He's lost the battle and the war and he should just admit defeat before he suffers another miserable and humiliating loss. Maybe it's because he isn't all that partial to losing and has a competitive streak buried just beneath the surface, but he wants to claim a victory. Oliver's still not pulling away from him even though he just said no. That's got to be a sign.
Doesn't it?
He decides to take one last chance. What's it really matter? ]
You said no sex. That's not what I'm asking for. [ His hand slides around so they're palm to palm and Connor slips his fingers between Oliver's; the other hand, his thumb never stops the gentle sweeping over his skin. ] Just a kiss. [ One corner of his mouth twitches into a facsimile of a smile that's got its own hint of sadness. ] One.
[ For closure. ]