[ He can almost hear the noises Connor's talking about, the breathy moans and deep groans that are drawn out just long enough to ramp up the heat in Oliver's blood. It's a rush to know he's the one causing them. He'll kiss Connor just to see if they taste as sweet as they sound.
(And he won't stop saying love, mostly because he doesn't even realize he's doing it or that it would be a problem.)
He never has the upper hand for long, it seems (unless Connor lets him). His eyes are closed again and he's lying back on his bed, against the pillows, though he doesn't remember how he got there. Beside him is his abandoned laptop.
He imagines Connor hovering over him and tries to picture what would happen next. ]
Your mouth. I'd want you to [ he's not used to putting it into so many words; it's usually just a look and a nod or a suggestive touch, ] suck me off. Or until I told you to stop.
[ Just the thought has his cock stirring in very real interest. It's not the first time thinking about Connor has affected him, but at least he's not sitting in a board room or at his work desk this time. ]
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Date: 2014-12-08 08:19 pm (UTC)(And he won't stop saying love, mostly because he doesn't even realize he's doing it or that it would be a problem.)
He never has the upper hand for long, it seems (unless Connor lets him). His eyes are closed again and he's lying back on his bed, against the pillows, though he doesn't remember how he got there. Beside him is his abandoned laptop.
He imagines Connor hovering over him and tries to picture what would happen next. ]
Your mouth. I'd want you to [ he's not used to putting it into so many words; it's usually just a look and a nod or a suggestive touch, ] suck me off. Or until I told you to stop.
[ Just the thought has his cock stirring in very real interest. It's not the first time thinking about Connor has affected him, but at least he's not sitting in a board room or at his work desk this time. ]