Oliver lifted a hand to brush his fingers against the newly healed skin over Liam’s cheekbone, biting his lip when Liam tilted his face into the touch. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Liam. Oliver trusted Liam just fine with his life, with his physical safety. But on a personal level? He didn’t really know Liam.
Not anymore.
But a part of him wanted to.
Liam turned his head enough so he could press a kiss against Oliver’s palm before going back to mapping out Oliver’s skin with his tongue. Oliver tipped his head back and enjoyed the feel of Liam’s mouth on him. He couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped his throat when Liam licked a hot stripe up his cock to suck at the tip again. His hips jerked upward uncontrollably, and Liam easily pinned him back onto the bed with one hand against his stomach.
Oliver spread his legs wider and gave up any shred of dignity as Liam tilted his hips up to lick at his hole. The first warm, wet touch to the sensitive skin there had Oliver groaning, pushing into Liam’s face. Liam didn’t seem to mind, judging by the way he happily pushed his tongue inside Oliver with a muffled, pleased noise in the back of his throat.
The teasing way Liam licked inside him made Oliver squirm, and he gripped the pillow above his head with tight fingers. He blinked up at the ceiling before shifting his gaze to where Liam lay between his legs, eating him out. The sight of Liam clearly enjoying himself made Oliver whimper, hips jerking against the mouth making him wet.
A finger tugged at the rim of his hole before slipping partially in alongside the tongue already there. Oliver reached down to grab a handful of Liam’s hair, nails scraping over his scalp. “Get the lube.”
Liam chuckled, the sound muffled between his legs, and licked inside him a couple more times before pulling away. Liam smirked at him before reaching up to gently dislodge Oliver’s hand from his hair.
“I was enjoying myself,” Liam replied, licking his lips.
Oliver arched an eyebrow. “I can see that, but I want you to fuck me.”
Liam flicked his tongue over the tip of Oliver’s cock, licking up the precum there and making him hiss. “Nothing wrong with a little foreplay.”
“I’m not here for that.”
“I am.”
Oliver opened his mouth to argue, and Liam shut him up with a kiss he should’ve turned away from, but he’d never much minded where his partners had their mouths in bed. Liam licked into his mouth the same way he’d teased Oliver’s hole, and he dug his fingers into Liam’s shoulder.
“I said I’d make you feel good. I’m not here for a quick fuck and run,” Liam muttered against his mouth before moving off him.
Oliver watched as Liam dug through the nightstand, coming up with a half-empty bottle of lube and a condom. He held up the latter with a raised eyebrow, and Oliver hesitated before remembering what Liam had said about not needing it and shaking his head.
If tonight was a mistake, he didn’t mind letting it be messy.
Liam dropped the condom back in the drawer and returned to his spot between Oliver’s legs. Their cocks rubbed together, and Oliver couldn’t help but roll his hips into the touch. Liam slicked up his fingers before wrapping his hand around both their cocks and squeezing lightly. The teasing tightness and friction as he started to jack them both off had Oliver thrusting into the touch. A faint whine escaped his mouth when Liam dragged his thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing precum over the slit.
“Get on with it,” Oliver panted.
Liam arched an eyebrow and continued to methodically stroke their cocks, never breaking eye contact. “This isn’t a race to see who gets off first.”
“It’s not whatever you think it is.”
Liam slipped the fingers of his other hand lower, pushing one gently into Oliver’s hole. “And what’s that?”
Oliver didn’t answer, not trusting the thoughts flitting through his mind. He’d brought Liam into his bed to get the other man out of his system. That was all this was.
That was all he would let it be.
Liam accepted his silence, but that didn’t stop the other man from being a tease. Liam fingered Oliver open with an attentiveness that had him clawing at the pillow and duvet, pushing into the maddening touch. When Liam leaned over to kiss him, Oliver let him.
“Bossy, but needy,” Liam murmured against his mouth. “You need a good fuck, is that it?”
He asked the question while rubbing two fingers against Oliver’s prostate. Oliver gasped against Liam’s mouth, hips stuttering between the fingers wrapped around his cock and the ones buried inside him.
“What are you going to do about it?” Oliver asked right before he bit down on Liam’s bottom lip.
Liam let go of their cocks and chased after Oliver’s mouth. He was pressed against the bed, bracketed in by the strong body pinning him down as Liam pulled free of Oliver’s teeth and stole all the air from his lungs. The kiss left Oliver’s lungs tight in his chest, the pressure there almost distracting him from Liam sliding his fingers free so he could push his cock inside.
