Edwin didn't let Oliver slip away for too long. "No water, but I want to wear you like a handsome-shaped blanket," he insisted, leaning closer so he could go back to picking at Oliver's shirt buttons. He continued to lean over, and came dangerously close to tipping over and falling onto the floor, the only think keeping him from doing so was that he miraculously managed to catch Oliver's shoulder.
Still, he leaned even further, until he could whisper what he thought was something sexy, that probably would have made him cringe at how dumb it was if he was sober. "Helloooo, Oliver, we are very close now, and I'm thinking about licking you." He didn't, though, just planted a kiss on his jaw.