"Would you mind if I took some of your clothes off? I'd rather like to kiss some other places," Tristan whispered, his hands already pushing Oliver's shirt up. He could feel the heat between Oliver's legs and he knew he was going to have to help Oliver with that soon.
His mouth met Oliver's collarbone. They were still standing against the door and he was well aware Oliver might wobble slightly soon. "Tell me to stop-" he murmured, kissing down to one of Oliver's nipples, taking that into his mouth as well.