He only managed to open his eyes to slits and had to work to find his voice around the groan that wanted to come out instead when Harry's hand slipped into his jeans. It took a little longer for his words to register.
"I ran out of clean pants once a few years ago and went without," his hips arched slightly, trying to move closer to Harry's hand, "felt so good I stopped wearing them altogether."
By this time Harry's shirt was unbuttoned and Oliver's hands skimmed up his chest, fingernails grazing over his nipples.