Damien groaned, moaning loudly against Oliver's lips as their bodies now pressed together. Hands wandering over each other, kissing each other warmly. Damien bow had his shirt off, just in shorts as he grinded his hips again, and the other boy would feel just how hard Damien was every time he grinded against him.
He continued kissing, his hands then sliding under Oliver's shirt. Damien then started to kiss and suck hard along his neck. By now he had Oliver against a wall, with Damien himself pressed fully against him, and the friction making both even more aroused. He continued to lick and suck along his neck. "So," he asked huskily between kisses, "just how skilled are on your knees, Ollie?"