Oliver was distracted by the disappearing expanse of naked skin as Edwin's pants slid on. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen your bathroom," he chimed in with interest after a few heartbeats of mental pouting, figuring that was enough of a hint that he was willing whenever Edwin was. Honestly, it did sound pretty damn nice.
The mention of Georgie made him chuckle immediately, and he nodded once as he finally fastened his fly. "You tell me whatever's good." He glanced around the floor to make sure that they'd picked up all of their mess, tucking Edwin's used condom into the abandoned wrapper and deftly sneaking it into his pocket to dispose of later. His eyes fall on the damp, disjointed and abstract, vaguely person-shaped shadow on the wall, brows going up a little. It looked a bit like art, and his mind briefly considered the idea of making a whole gallery in here before someone else moved in. His body warmed at the idea, and once again there was a very real danger of going all over again.
Instead, he moved toward the window and opened it to let some fresh air in, figuring he could close it on his way back from Cecilia's. They didn't really need the smell of sex following them out into the hall anymore than it was already going to. "Tomorrow mornin'," he nodded as he stepped back again. "What time you think you'll be up? I'll bring coffee." And plenty of condoms, and lube, and more than one damn shirt.