Oliver grumbled contently in the back of his throat, putting the phone down and wrapping both arms around Edwin's waist to tug him closer. His teeth gently grazed against Edwin's nape, ending in a gentle bite, as if Edwin were a frisky kitten that might wiggle away.
"I think it evens out. Half the time we get naked on purpose it turns into shenanigans-what're you gigglin' about now?" he asked, his mouth moving against the skin, already preemptively laughing, as if it were contagious. "And I offered to get naked. You said no."