[He ruffles Oliver's hair, as if aiming to make it match the mess that has become of his own hair. His body is sore from their romp together, but this is what contentment feels like: the weight of Oliver's head on his chest, rising and falling as one, and the warmth of their bare skin laid against each other.]
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[He ruffles Oliver's hair, as if aiming to make it match the mess that has become of his own hair. His body is sore from their romp together, but this is what contentment feels like: the weight of Oliver's head on his chest, rising and falling as one, and the warmth of their bare skin laid against each other.]