[Although they had scarcely rested, already he is eager to lean back against Oliver, letting his back melt into the other man's chest as the water cascades over them, letting his rear brush against his softened cock. It is in part his usual flirtatious daring, but more simply than that it is his want for what is familiar. Oliver's presence is like a reassuring hand at his back.]
We may just have to get creative.
[He cranes his neck to reach for a kiss over his shoulder, his lips split by a grin and sloppy against Oliver's. He hadn't smiled half as much in the long bleak weeks preceding this night - he hadn't had any reason to smile. In spite of everything, Oliver gives him a reason.]
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We may just have to get creative.
[He cranes his neck to reach for a kiss over his shoulder, his lips split by a grin and sloppy against Oliver's. He hadn't smiled half as much in the long bleak weeks preceding this night - he hadn't had any reason to smile. In spite of everything, Oliver gives him a reason.]