[Oliver accepts his invitation, and he feels something slide into place. Beyond the cozy bubble of the present, his life remains a chaotic mess, a jumble of rubble through which he slogs, and their relationship is run through with fractures and chips that cannot be mended in only one night. But this feels like the beginning of that process.
He lets Oliver steer him inside. The sturdy thud of the door falling shut, leaving them to their own little haven, is music to his ears, and so is the fluttering of Oliver's breath, the give and take of his lips. Before the other man can begin guiding him further, however, Connor pushes him up against the door. His lips dip away, but only to take to Oliver's jaw, teasing his earlobe, and his voice is hazy like a summer afternoon.]
I've wanted this for so long...
[He does not pin him too firmly, encouraging him to push back, leaving room for the thought that he might guide Connor toward the bed that awaits across the small room.]
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He lets Oliver steer him inside. The sturdy thud of the door falling shut, leaving them to their own little haven, is music to his ears, and so is the fluttering of Oliver's breath, the give and take of his lips. Before the other man can begin guiding him further, however, Connor pushes him up against the door. His lips dip away, but only to take to Oliver's jaw, teasing his earlobe, and his voice is hazy like a summer afternoon.]
I've wanted this for so long...
[He does not pin him too firmly, encouraging him to push back, leaving room for the thought that he might guide Connor toward the bed that awaits across the small room.]