Oliver fisted his hands in the material at Harry's hips when Harry moved in closer to him but stopped just short of mindlessly grinding against him. No matter how much he might want to.
Instead he took a deep breath and brought one hand up to cup Harry's cheek, letting his thumb drag over Harry's lips. "I want several things, Harry," he said with a soft smile. "Most of them centering 'round both of us wearing decidedly less in the way of clothing. Are your wants in line with that?"