[Oliver chuckles, following close behind. While Connor switches on the spray he stops to dispose of the condom before lingering behind the other man, kissing at his exposed back as he checks the temperature.
He steps into the confined space behind Connor, not even needing to move to make contact with him. It would be unavoidable even if that weren't what they desired.]
[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.]
[He presses himself close, wrapping his arms around his middle as he kisses him with careless enthusiasm. The heated water falls into his eyes, but he ignores it in favor of keeping this close proximity.]
[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.]
[Oliver returns the kiss every bit as eagerly. He feels revitalized, and indeed by the time Connor breaks from him to reach for the soap he is already notably interested despite his recent release.
His breathe hitches as Connor soaps him, and he wets his lips as he laughs softly. His touch is everything. If it were possible, he wishes ever shower were like this one.]
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He steps into the confined space behind Connor, not even needing to move to make contact with him. It would be unavoidable even if that weren't what they desired.]
Is there even room for fun in here?
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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.]
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[He presses himself close, wrapping his arms around his middle as he kisses him with careless enthusiasm. The heated water falls into his eyes, but he ignores it in favor of keeping this close proximity.]
I guess we'll just have to stick close.
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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.]
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His breathe hitches as Connor soaps him, and he wets his lips as he laughs softly. His touch is everything. If it were possible, he wishes ever shower were like this one.]
This is really, really pointless.