Oliver growled and bit into the skin of Edwin's shoulder, his hand gripping the frame of the window beside them for leverage as his firm hold on Edwin's hip steered the man forward. His cock slid home, the tightness pulling a groan from deep in Oliver's chest, but he kept moving until Edwin was pressed into the wall. Every exhale had the hint of a moan, every inhale taking in the scent of Edwin's sweat-soaked skin. He felt drunk and alert in every cell of his body at the same time, his thighs shuddering. The initial roll of his hips was subtle, not so much a thrust as a nudge, burying a little further inside and holding there before he pulled back, nearly slipping out of Edwin's body.
When he looked down between them, his numb mind at least picked up on the fact that they were essentially right where they'd started, watching the thick length disappearing behind the firm mounds of Edwin's ass, the head of his cock still squeezed tightly inside. He strengthened his grip on the window, the wood creaking lightly under his hand as he began thrusting forward in earnest, his other arm moving to hook around Edwin's waist to ensure that each movement buried him as far as possible. The room filled with the sounds of skin connecting with skin, the slick slap of the lube, and heavy breaths, grunts and curses that Oliver couldn't quite tell who'd been the source.
"Your ass is swallowing me right up, elf," he panted into the skin of Edwin's shoulder, his bicep aching from the grip he had on the window. He made sure not to use the same force on Edwin's waist, though his hold tightened enough that he was able to slightly change his angle, managing to penetrate just a little bit further. "I'm gonna make sure you feel me in you all night, and all day tomorrow. Would you like that?"