Tommy raised an eyebrow, not sure that Oliver could see in the dark. "Does the Batman routine work with women? Dark, brooking, demanding. I bet they love it," he said, standing up.
He had no problem following. He was a guy and he liked sex, but he also could talk and walk at the same time. "Is this ... what? Your way to scare me, or to prove a point?" He moved closer. He ran his hand down Oliver's back and then wrapped his arm around his friend before kissing his shoulder. "You know this shouldn't be different, because we're two guys. This should be different, because we actually care about each other, because I want you to feel good, not because I need to get laid, but because I ... I love you, Oliver. I want to spend my time licking those tattoos you have, mapping all those scars. I don't want to skip the foreplay. If anything, I want to enjoy every moment. I want to feel you relax under my touch. I don't need to have fucked a guy to know that part."