A soft purr of pleasure slid from Tristan's lips as Oliver sucked on them, his fingers twisting in Oliver's hair.
"Well, I usually find playing somewhere a little more private-" he murmured, unable to finish his setence for want of kissing Oliver again. "I'll let you win, don't worry-"
Tristan leant in again, this time with a hungrier, more passionate kiss, his tongue pressing between Oliver's lips, almost bruising them with the desire that was bubbling up for this man.