Several words flashed through what passed for his mind when Harry moved in, when he felt his hands pull at the fabric of his shirt. The only one that took hold was 'more'. He wanted more, so much more. Wanted this kiss to go on, wanted to feel more of Harry closer to him, but both wants were slowly being pushed aside for more pressing needs. Like oxygen.
Loathe to release him, Oliver drew in great gasps of it when their lips parted, but held tight to Harry's waist and let his mouth travel down his jaw to his throat with soft, open-mouthed kisses.