Re: Oliver/Tommy
Oliver muttered a few explicatives against Tommy's lips. It was fantastic, and rather pathetic he wasn't going to last, but giving over to Tommy made it all right. And when he did, his body seized like a bow and he spilled over Tommy's fist.
Panting heavily, swallowing against the dryness of his throat, he slumped back onto the bed. "Well..." he managed to say. He may be able to grab his gun in an instant but he couldn't guarantee steady aim. "...that's one way to turn off my brain."