Oliver turned easily when Edwin maneuvered him, glancing over his shoulder. "Nah, it's alright. I'm only goin' down the hall to shower and change." Though he was a little curious to see just whether or not he would actually fit into that shirt. With that thought, he folded the garment in his hands to its less messy side and began to clean himself off as well, seemingly unbothered at the display he was providing.
"Yeah, I'm a bit of a biter," he chirped shamelessly, throwing a grin at Edwin before he nodded down to the tiny crescent cuts on his side. "And you like usin' your nails, apparently." He lightly thwacked Edwin in the torso with the unsoiled sleeve of his shirt. "I like it when you do too," he added before planting a single kiss on Edwin's mouth before he stepped away, bending to gather his pants. The sweat still layering his skin made it difficult to get up his legs and over his thighs, and he wiggled his hips a bit before he was able to get the material over his ass. He didn't bother to fasten them as he found Edwin's pants, twisting at the waist to offer them. "You want to come out with me to run in the mornin'? Promise it won't all be work."