Oliver moved any which way Edwin wanted him to, but paused long enough to toss the shirt along with his discarded jeans. Instead of grabbing for markers, he took advantage of their new position and Edwin's half-naked state to press his nose into his boyfriend's warm shoulder and inhale him, grinning to himself. Yeah, this was much better.
"I love these damn freckles," he sighed in exactly the same way he'd done over Edwin's shoulders in general, already starting to leave little kisses on the more prominent dark spots before realizing he had a job to do. The color he chose was important, he decided. He wanted to play with those dots, but didn't want to cover them up. He hummed thoughtfully as he rifled through the markers, his arm slipping around Edwin's bare waist as if he might try to wiggle away, grabbing a sky blue.
"Don't tattoo here," he requested as he got to work, zeroing in on the exact freckle he'd always imagined starting with. "I mean, they're your shoulders, so...if you wanna... but it'd be a damn shame."