( fingers slide out of nicks hair entirely only to raise up and shove curls away from oliver's face with a soft laugh. he takes a moment to regain his bearings from--well. on top of nick's chest. it's a comfortable enough place, there's a good draft from this height to cool himself down. )
I'll give it a good eight. ( with a smarmy grin as he looks down to nick between his legs, eyes focusing to nick's mouth against his thigh and the red mark he's kissing. doesn't move quite yet. instead asks, )
Your turn, right? What do you want? ( his dick'll need a moment to recover anyway, and nick's still fully dressed under him. unfortunate. if he wasn't using nick as a seat, he'd be able to at least shove his hands under fabric. maybe in a minute. )
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I'll give it a good eight. ( with a smarmy grin as he looks down to nick between his legs, eyes focusing to nick's mouth against his thigh and the red mark he's kissing. doesn't move quite yet. instead asks, )
Your turn, right? What do you want? ( his dick'll need a moment to recover anyway, and nick's still fully dressed under him. unfortunate. if he wasn't using nick as a seat, he'd be able to at least shove his hands under fabric. maybe in a minute. )