[His impatience suits Connor, who beneath his touch cannot stay still, whose whole body is alive with electricity. Beneath his skin feels like a storm cloud gathering, crackling with veins of lightning. Oliver's lips carve a path down the curve of his neck, and he shudders in anticipation.
That he has gone so long without Oliver's touch makes him all the more susceptible to it. He has squeezed pleasure from hundreds of men, but only one can do this to him. The rest have been like rain storms, while Oliver is the flood that could bring about the end of the world.]
I'm not going anywhere...
[His hands seek Oliver, his fingers fastening in his hair but finding too little to grip and dragging over his shoulders instead. It becomes easier to forget the bleak landscape his life has settled into, and to believe instead that the man atop him is the whole of his world.]
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That he has gone so long without Oliver's touch makes him all the more susceptible to it. He has squeezed pleasure from hundreds of men, but only one can do this to him. The rest have been like rain storms, while Oliver is the flood that could bring about the end of the world.]
I'm not going anywhere...
[His hands seek Oliver, his fingers fastening in his hair but finding too little to grip and dragging over his shoulders instead. It becomes easier to forget the bleak landscape his life has settled into, and to believe instead that the man atop him is the whole of his world.]