Post party private party, August 14th, early, early

[gredisfred]

Fred had made himself a sandwich, made one for Oliver, and plopped himself down on the sofa to eat and watch his wall. It was still raining softly over his head, stopping just out of reach. He thought the colors were relaxing, and the bit of moment combined with the bit of buzz was terribly lovely. "Don't know why no one likes this.." he

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[reservekeeper]

"If you can't, I can figure out a way to keep you still, I'm sure," Oliver said, moving to straddle his hips. "I'm sure you have a cock ring or two lying around downstairs that I can retrieve if necessary." He started at Fred's shoulders, brushing his hair aside and slowly beginning to kneed the firm muscles.

[gredisfred]

"More than that," Fred said, kicking his feet up in an attempt to reach Oliver's back. He couldn't do it without moving his hips so he gave up. "Just keep touching me, and I'll do anything you want." Fred closed his eyes and gave himself over to Oliver's hands.

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"No worries, I don't plan on stopping any time soon." He smiled as he rubbed his neck, settling more firmly on top of him. Fred's skin was warm, smooth. Entirely gorgeous. And he couldn't resist leaning forward and licking the nape of his neck, luxuriating in the feel of his chest pressing against Fred's back. "Love you," he whispered, pressing his fingers into his shoulders again.

[gredisfred]

Fred hummed contentedly. The feel of Oliver's weight on him, of all the skin pressed close to him, of the strength in those hands turned to such gentleness made him feel... well, he didn't know the word but it was a warm melting feeling that combined all kinds of things. "Love you more," he whispered back, "so much more than I ever understood was possible."

[reservekeeper]

ohgod.

The sight of him like this was magnificent. Back arched, thighs spread wide, his arse exposed, that tight pink ring just begging to be kissed. Oliver moaned and pressed his face into his crack, wanting to go a bit slower but unable to, not with him looking like that.

He pressed his lips to the tight pucker, kissing it, tonguing it softly before pressing the tip of his tongue inside. His hands moved down to Fred's inner thighs, massaging the tight muscles there as he licked him.

[gredisfred]

"Oh......" Fred was back to inarticulate noises. He arched his back further. His hands balled into fists in the pillow under his face. The muscles in his thighs clenched under Oliver's fingers, and pushed himself up, up against Oliver's face, attempting to drive that tongue further into him. He'd gone from nearly soft to hard again in an instant and need swirled low in his gut.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver moaned, low in his chest, and pressed his face into his arse further, his tongue burrowing in deeper. God, he wanted to eat him alive.

He closed his lips around the soft twitching pucker and sucked, slurping lewdly, a bit of saliva dribbling down his crack, unable to help being messy. He wanted to crawl inside of him.

[gredisfred]

It burned a bit but that feeling was buried under the pure heat that flooded him. He whined, pushed his face into the pillow, held his breath, wanting to keep from begging as long as possible. Fred wanted it to continue. He had no problem with the begging itself.

Finally, when he could feel liquid sliding down to his legs, when his cock was aching under his belly, when the emptiness was too, too much he gave in. "Please, please, oh god, please, please.... Please fuck me, Oliver. Please fuck me, please."

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Fred closed his eyes again, kissing him deep and trying not to think about what was likely running into his hair again. He'd never felt so completely undone before. He nodded, hands pressing harder, arms winding around Oliver and holding him so tight that he wondered for a moment if his lover could breath. With a force of will he eased up after a few moments. "You too. No matter what." Even the whisper shook. "Always."

[reservekeeper]

Fred's arms were tight around him, his legs as well, and Oliver moved, slow careful movements, barely in and out, pressing kisses to the corners of his mouth, his eyelids his nose, his lips. "Always," he agreed, holding Fred against his chest as he pulled out just a bit further before sliding slowly back inside.

[gredisfred]

Fred let go by inches, relaxing his arms and his legs, giving Oliver room to move. When at last he managed he cupped his hands around Oliver's cheeks and slipped his legs down his lover's thighs. "Guess we know who the girl is in this relationship," he chuckled, saline still sliding down his skin but a smile lighting his whole face. "Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you..." He kept repeating endlessly until Oliver shut him up by covering his mouth with his lips.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver kissed him deeply, his voice ringing in his ears, sweet and soft and beautiful. "Love you," he finally whispered back, his hips working in a slow, smooth rhythm. "And no, you're not the girl in this relationship. You're the perfect man. So perfect, so beautiful. I don't deserve you, you know that?"