( what he wants to do is wrap his fingers around someone's neck, to push shit way too far, to throw out all the aggression and anger he's holding onto in a way that won't cause too much damage. unfortunately, he can't think of a good way to do that: oliver isn't great with throwing punches, his form of fighting is a lot more--deadly.
and he doesn't want to kill or seriously maim chris so. he presses his lips together, leans back from chris enough that he can get to his knees in front of him and moves to pull at the front of his pants. )
[There's something in that press of lips that has Chris wanting to press, but he hesitates.
Certainly long enough Oliver's already on his knees and that's enticing enough, he puts a hand in his hair.]
Can I make a counter offer? Cause, you mentioned being in a bad mood and, were it me, I'd want some feeling of control back. I know we talked some about this, so let me offer some to you?
( rude of chris to turn conversations they had for chris back around on oliver, but it's whatever. he stops with fingers wrapped around the zip, head tipping back to look up to him. )
What are you thinking? ( getting someone off and controlling when they come is pretty close to that control he's looking for, but oliver isn't going to turn down brainstorming. )
[He pets through that lovely hair, head tilting as Chris considers him.]
I'm quite the fan of having my mouth fucked, I can hold my breath a long time, and I've not practiced out my gag-reflex for nothing, so you could be rough. Any harm you might accidentally cause can be healed. I don't just fly, you know.
[His fingers turn a little tighter in Oliver's hair and he slips down to one knee to lean in close, the fingers of his other hand coming up under the other man's chin.]
But you get to go hard, decide how you want to use me, whether I swallow or you come on my face, when I'm allowed to breath..?
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and he doesn't want to kill or seriously maim chris so. he presses his lips together, leans back from chris enough that he can get to his knees in front of him and moves to pull at the front of his pants. )
Let me blow you.
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Certainly long enough Oliver's already on his knees and that's enticing enough, he puts a hand in his hair.]
Can I make a counter offer? Cause, you mentioned being in a bad mood and, were it me, I'd want some feeling of control back. I know we talked some about this, so let me offer some to you?
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What are you thinking? ( getting someone off and controlling when they come is pretty close to that control he's looking for, but oliver isn't going to turn down brainstorming. )
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I'm quite the fan of having my mouth fucked, I can hold my breath a long time, and I've not practiced out my gag-reflex for nothing, so you could be rough. Any harm you might accidentally cause can be healed. I don't just fly, you know.
[His fingers turn a little tighter in Oliver's hair and he slips down to one knee to lean in close, the fingers of his other hand coming up under the other man's chin.]
But you get to go hard, decide how you want to use me, whether I swallow or you come on my face, when I'm allowed to breath..?