Oliver grunted in satisfaction as Edwin reentered him, his free handing moving up one slack clad thigh before settling between Edwin's legs once more. His calloused fingers hunted and applied pressure to the tender skin behind Edwin's balls, cupping and gently needing the rest with his palm. His head moved with purpose, tongue working in tandem with the suction, following Edwin's guidance and taking over when the man's maneuvering grew more lax. It wasn't exactly the rough surrender of control he'd been aching for, but it was still damn good as always.
After a moment, he withdrew his hand from the warmth of Edwin's skin and slid it down to begin finishing himself off. His low hum of pleasure and need reverberated through his chest and mouth, and he could feel it echo through Edwin's cock as he burrowed himself so deep he nearly choked, his nose meeting neatly groomed hair. He only pulled back when his impending climax necessitated the need to breathe more effectively, his grunts muffled as he continued to suck the tip, his tongue tracing hot lines over familiar veins and slits. His orgasm hit him almost suddenly, white lights bombarding his eyelids, his entire body shuddering as the pressure of his mouth intensified. He was dimly aware that he was probably making a mess of the keg, but couldn't find it in him to give a damn for the moment.