There was something alluring about forward men. Oberon liked to flirt and dance around the subject, but he appreciated a man who knew how to take what he wanted. So, while Oberon had made the first move today, Oliver had taken back control very quickly and that was more of a turn on than any outfit Oliver could wear. So, despite how much Oberon touted fashion as a turn on, actions always spoke louder than words or clothing.
Even back in his Hogwarts days, Oberon had never been shy about asking for what he wanted. He didn't apologize or backtrack, but that had plenty to do with his upbringing, because it definitely started with his desire to break away from his family. The lying and deceit to get what they wanted wasn't appealing to him, so Oberon took the opposite route and decided to be nothing but authentic to get what he wanted. Right now, what he wanted was Oliver.
Oberon allowed Oliver to maneuver him back against the couch, his arms wrapping around Oliver's neck to pull him closer. He propped one leg up to cradle Oliver's hips against his own, letting out a soft, eager sound against his lips at the slight friction it created.