A soft groan issued from his throat when Harry pushed him backwards against the wall and took the kiss deeper still. His hands rose and buried in the soft, messy black hair that had intrigued him from day one so many years ago. He returned the kiss full measure, one hand fisting in Harry's hair to keep him close as his tongue stroked against Harry's.
Finally, when the need to breath outweighed the need to keep kissing him, Oliver pulled away and shifted both his hands onto Harry's hips. Watching Harry all the while, Oliver pulled the other man closer, showing him rather than telling him what the kisses had done to him.