[There's a certain sense of smug satisfaction that he feels any time he gets someone to come for him, most notably when he gets to feel them arch and stretch, gasp and clench down. It's electric, it's hot, and even if he just got absolutely read by Oliver - he's happy as fuck about it, nuzzling up against Oliver's neck and slowing his hand to a stop after he's milked the last drops of his come out of him in steady pumps.]
You're the fucking amazing one. How you look right now? How you sound?
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You're the fucking amazing one. How you look right now? How you sound?
[He exhales hard, pressing his nose to his neck.]
I love it.