Oliver hadn't felt anything like this. Ever. He squirmed as the sensations moved through him. "Oh fuck," he whispered. How was he supposed to process this? How was he supposed to respond? His body wasn't used to this kind of stimulus.
At this point he was sporting an impressive erection that was trying to pop out of the front of his pants but he ignored it for now and focused on the kissing. Kissing skin could feel good. He hadn't known that!
"I'm definitely enjoying," but he couldn't stay completely quiet despite Tristan's order.
Who was this guy? Oliver didn't really care even. He was good looking for a guy, and his body felt okay but more then that the things he was doing were amazing.