[He says - without admitting that sometimes it doesn't feel anything like that, because he now so closely associates Oliver with his features rather than himself. He lifts his head up a little and looks at his hand after it's released, pushing up on his elbow and stretching to sit the rest of the way up soon after. Hand on the machine, other hand still being looked over before it's planted on Oliver's thigh, he smiles at him. Charmed that they are about to match.]
Adding another layer to the twin kink. I like that, too.
[But he lifts the machine up, spending a moment looking it over before he's taking Oliver's hand; mimicking his earlier motions to angle it just right to make a canvas out of it. He's not worried about the artistic part, simply doesn't want to fuck it up. So he takes a moment before he'll get to it.]
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[He says - without admitting that sometimes it doesn't feel anything like that, because he now so closely associates Oliver with his features rather than himself. He lifts his head up a little and looks at his hand after it's released, pushing up on his elbow and stretching to sit the rest of the way up soon after. Hand on the machine, other hand still being looked over before it's planted on Oliver's thigh, he smiles at him. Charmed that they are about to match.]
Adding another layer to the twin kink. I like that, too.
[But he lifts the machine up, spending a moment looking it over before he's taking Oliver's hand; mimicking his earlier motions to angle it just right to make a canvas out of it. He's not worried about the artistic part, simply doesn't want to fuck it up. So he takes a moment before he'll get to it.]