[He laughs against Oliver's lips, twisting around to face him, slippery against him where their skin bumps and kisses.]
That shouldn't be a problem.
[Again he kisses him, savoring his lips as if they have gone days rather than seconds without indulging in one another. Then he reaches for the bar of soap that come standard with these little boxes of rooms each recruit is allotted and begins to rub it over Oliver's chest and stomach, leaving behind trails of suds.]
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That shouldn't be a problem.
[Again he kisses him, savoring his lips as if they have gone days rather than seconds without indulging in one another. Then he reaches for the bar of soap that come standard with these little boxes of rooms each recruit is allotted and begins to rub it over Oliver's chest and stomach, leaving behind trails of suds.]