Oliver's hands dropped to J-S's hips as he tugged at him hair, using the new position as leverage to gently nudge the other boy back onto the sofa, Oliver propped up on his forearm above him. He wasn't quite sure what was going to happen here, but he was quite happy just going with the flow of things and going along with whatever J-S wanted.
In the background, the blanket man continued shouting about his weird product as Oliver pulled the kiss back a little, making it softer and slower than it had been initially. Then he turned his attention to the pale curve of the French boys throat, kissing where it met his jaw before moving down to press him lips against the spot where his pulse was beating steadily.