[Those same words are on Oliver's own lips, but though he'd said them earlier he finds himself doubting whether he should say them again now. This is supposed to be something simple. Easy. They should talk more before returning to their relationship as it was, but he lacks Connor's talent for separating sex from feelings.
It isn't easy to refrain from using those forbidden words, and he can't resist showing him instead of telling. He kisses him tenderly. Too intimately for the situation, but he can't help himself. He's filled with love for the man beneath him, and if he can't express it through words then he has to in some small way. His hands roam Connor's body, lingering over the parts he knows he enjoys, though they don't fall to his erection pressed between them.
It is not without relief, however. As close as they are his stomach brushes his cock with every movement, and his thrusts are angled so as to bring Connor as much pleasure as he can.]
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It isn't easy to refrain from using those forbidden words, and he can't resist showing him instead of telling. He kisses him tenderly. Too intimately for the situation, but he can't help himself. He's filled with love for the man beneath him, and if he can't express it through words then he has to in some small way. His hands roam Connor's body, lingering over the parts he knows he enjoys, though they don't fall to his erection pressed between them.
It is not without relief, however. As close as they are his stomach brushes his cock with every movement, and his thrusts are angled so as to bring Connor as much pleasure as he can.]