Oliver grinned against his throat at the French, although he didn't understand a word the tone was pretty obvious. He lifted his head a little to nip playfully at the other boys earlobe as his hands got to work unbuttoning his shirt. Oliver kissed him again almost lazily as he did so, ignoring the ache unfurling in the pit of his stomach for now, although he couldn't help the slight roll of his hips against J-S's.
Once the dark haired boys shirt was undone enough to push away, Olivers attentions switched to his fly. He was hurrying now, scraping his teeth along the other boys collarbone before kissing his way down. Lyd would probably find the fact that Oliver quite enjoyed doing this weird, but none of his previous partners had seemed to be complaining. Oliver glanced quickly up at J-S to be sure, pressing a quick kiss to the ridge of his hipbone. "Okay?"