[When he feels Oliver's hands on him again, his heart rises like a buoy that must bob back to the surface when it's tugged underneath. Compelled by his touch, Connor flattens to the mattress once more, holding onto the other man's shoulders, anchoring himself. A sigh swells in his throat and his head falls back to welcome Oliver's lips to do what they will.]
Damn right you do...
[He reaches then for the waistband of Oliver's underwear, dragging his nails down the skin over his hip, hooking into the fabric and yanking sharply. He pulls it down only far enough that he can run his hand down the length of Oliver's cock, his touch teasing and fleeting like the lick of flames from afar, until he takes him into his hand and strokes. His skilled fingers work to coax Oliver into staying, into forgetting what came before and what could come later.]
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Damn right you do...
[He reaches then for the waistband of Oliver's underwear, dragging his nails down the skin over his hip, hooking into the fabric and yanking sharply. He pulls it down only far enough that he can run his hand down the length of Oliver's cock, his touch teasing and fleeting like the lick of flames from afar, until he takes him into his hand and strokes. His skilled fingers work to coax Oliver into staying, into forgetting what came before and what could come later.]