Standing on his toes, Harry flowed upward to drag Oliver into another searing kiss. He was trying to use the kiss to ignore the throbbing in his cock, but Oliver quickly took over Harry's mouth, and Harry was responding in every way.
Oliver's skin was smooth and soft; Harry thought he could comfortably wear Oliver and never put on another stitch of clothing. The surface was marred by a few scars, but they were of the normal kind, and Harry couldn't help ducking his head to lick the raised skin near Oliver's shoulder.