J-S's heart beat fast as Oliver laid him back against the sofa, his hand slipping further past his collar as he rubbed his bare back in slow circles. Once their kiss broke, and Oliver's lips moved down to his neck, J-S was pretty sure where he wanted this to go.
And Hnossa definitely approved.
"Mon Dieu, embrasse-moi..." he managed, his voice shaking, past the point of speaking English for the moment as lust took hold of him.