( not like he can mess with anyone else like this. oliver isn't well-versed in glamours even if he did want to try it. theo wraps around him and oliver shifts his weight so he's turning into theo. wraps an arm around his neck while theo makes his way down his neck, head tipping back to give him more room to work with as oliver moans soft.

mostly for show. theo's hand drops down to his thigh, and oliver drags one down his chest, his abdomen, until he's got his palm grinding right up against his cock. their date has barely started, but that doesn't mean oliver can't escalate it. an little pre-dinner fucking won't spoil their evening. )

I let him come on my face, you know. Wore it around town. Maybe I should let you do the same, after I fuck you into the seat.