Re: Oliver/Tommy
Oliver chuckled around Tommy, knowing what he was doing and making sure Tommy knew it, too. Oliver wasn't some gentle woman, or even an enthusastic one. He was a man, who knew exactly what a man liked, and had the power to give it. His mouth was diferent. His hand and grip were different. He put his energy into making Tommy realize that getting head may be good, but getting it from another guy made it even better.
It hadn't changed that Oliver liked giving head, either, something that gave him a perverse thrill. He pictured himself doing this to Tommy repeatedly, in all different places, from on the bed, to on his knees, to getting his mouth fucked with Tommy gripping his hair. Why the hell had he waited so long to do this again?