[Oliver watches him as if in a trance, captivated by the performance of the man before him. He wants to kiss him, touch him. He wants to fill him up so that he's the one causing him such obvious pleasure.
He opens the condom wrapper without looking, rolling it over his hardness as he waits for Connor to stretch himself. His tongue darts out to wet his lips at his words, shuffling forward almost unconsciously.]
Like this. I like seeing you.
[Maybe it would be better to make this more impersonal, but Oliver doesn't want that. Not tonight. Not when it's their first time together in so long.]
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He opens the condom wrapper without looking, rolling it over his hardness as he waits for Connor to stretch himself. His tongue darts out to wet his lips at his words, shuffling forward almost unconsciously.]
Like this. I like seeing you.
[Maybe it would be better to make this more impersonal, but Oliver doesn't want that. Not tonight. Not when it's their first time together in so long.]