"I'll have you know that I'm a great kisser. It's not my fault that you're taller, harder and not as pliable. Also, this scruffy look might be sexy, but itches," he teased, because giving Oliver a hard time about just about anything was easy and friendly. It was much easier than kissing him again when he wasn't sure about what happened after.
He stared back, and shook his head. This was nuts. "Here goes nothing," he murmured, before leaning in. This time, he didn't rush. His fingers curled around the nape of Oliver's neck, and he closed his eyes as they got too close. Their lips pressed together, and Tommy sighed softly, before teasing with Oliver's lips.