[Flustered and breathless is good. If only he could get him to start talking again, that would be better.
Oliver runs his hands up and down Ginsberg's chest, like the way he can feel the jump and strain of muscles. When he starts moving, it's in slow, shallow thrusts, letting his body adjust more.]
[He has to take a deep breath to even be able to get the words out, but it seems necessary to impart all of these facts to Oliver, especially since he'd specifically asked.
I don't even understand how you doing that can possibly feel so good but it does and I really, really don't want you to stop.
[Which is apparently punctuated by another long whimper.]
[Yeah, he's gonna be really unhappy if you stop right now. Say what you will about him, but he's very, very expressive and enthusiastic. With his eyes squeezed shut, he's making quite a bit of noise, and rolling his hips back demandingly towards Oliver.]
[He can see this being damn addictive, how good Ginsberg sounds as he's being fucked like this. A hand comes onto his shoulder, holding him steady as he keeps thrusting into him.]
It'd be pretty hard not to fucking love it with how fucking good it feels.
[Apparently, he's capable of a lot of things, but being embarrassed to express just how much he's enjoying himself isn't one of those things. He can't even believe he's managing to hold himself on his hands and knees right now, because his arms are trembling with excitement.]
[He can't decide whether to roll his hips back to meet Oliver's thrusts, or forward to meet the strokes of his hand, and okay, maybe he's doing the flailing thing again, but it's really difficult not to when everything feels so overwhelmingly perfect.]
I'd tell you how good it is but I don't think they've invented words for things that good yet.
[He'd respond, but forming words is getting harder on his end, too. Heat is coiling in his belly, and he's stuck between wanting to draw this out or just make Ginsberg come already.
Fuck that, he doesn't have the patience to take his time anymore. He readjusts with one foot up on the bed side them and starts giving it to him harder than ever.]
[He knows he's right on the edge, can tell from the way he's not really speaking at all so much as taking desperate gasps of air just to fuel those demanding moans that're coming out of his mouth. When Oliver increases his speed it's all he can do just to hold onto the sheets and swear. He's just so damn close...]
[God, his body is clenching around him like a vice, and it's all Oliver can do not to follow him right over that cliff himself. But he holds off, desperate to make Ginsberg come first. He adds a twist to the downward stroke of his cock, and gives his ass another smack.]
[As he has been throughout the entire encounter, he is, apparently, very inclined to listen to direction -- and not particularly wanting to hold back, either. So he just lets it hit him, doesn't try to fight it or bite back any of the noises that he's making, all of them loud and exultant and completely unabashed. The waves of intense pleasure that're hitting him make his arms shake, and he halfway collapses onto his elbows from it.]
[As soon as he feels Ginsberg tighten and clench around him, he follows suit. How could he not, when he feels and sounds as incredible as that?
His fingers grip too hard on his hips, probably leaving bruises, as he groans slowly through his own release. As soon as the last wave is through him he leans forward, resting his head between Ginberg's shoulder blades and breathing heavily onto his skin.]
[Oliver laughs a little breathlessly at that. He's going to slowly ease out of him now and roll onto his back next to him on the bed, still breathing heavily.]
[Cuddles are good. And so is falling asleep. Or at least falling into a sleepy stupor, which appears to be what he's doing. He'll just stay here for awhile, thanks.]
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Oliver runs his hands up and down Ginsberg's chest, like the way he can feel the jump and strain of muscles. When he starts moving, it's in slow, shallow thrusts, letting his body adjust more.]
And how's this? Better?
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[He has to take a deep breath to even be able to get the words out, but it seems necessary to impart all of these facts to Oliver, especially since he'd specifically asked.
I don't even understand how you doing that can possibly feel so good but it does and I really, really don't want you to stop.
[Which is apparently punctuated by another long whimper.]
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[He starts building up the pace, working until he's got a steady rhythm. Hands come onto his hips again, pulling him in with every downwards thrust.]
You feel fucking incredible.
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[Yeah, he's gonna be really unhappy if you stop right now. Say what you will about him, but he's very, very expressive and enthusiastic. With his eyes squeezed shut, he's making quite a bit of noise, and rolling his hips back demandingly towards Oliver.]
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[He can see this being damn addictive, how good Ginsberg sounds as he's being fucked like this. A hand comes onto his shoulder, holding him steady as he keeps thrusting into him.]
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[Apparently, he's capable of a lot of things, but being embarrassed to express just how much he's enjoying himself isn't one of those things. He can't even believe he's managing to hold himself on his hands and knees right now, because his arms are trembling with excitement.]
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[He thinks this feels good... Oliver reaches between his legs, taking hold of his cock and pulling him in quick steady time with each thrust down.]
C'mon. Let me hear how good that feels.
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[He can't decide whether to roll his hips back to meet Oliver's thrusts, or forward to meet the strokes of his hand, and okay, maybe he's doing the flailing thing again, but it's really difficult not to when everything feels so overwhelmingly perfect.]
I'd tell you how good it is but I don't think they've invented words for things that good yet.
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Fuck that, he doesn't have the patience to take his time anymore. He readjusts with one foot up on the bed side them and starts giving it to him harder than ever.]
C'mon.
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[He knows he's right on the edge, can tell from the way he's not really speaking at all so much as taking desperate gasps of air just to fuel those demanding moans that're coming out of his mouth. When Oliver increases his speed it's all he can do just to hold onto the sheets and swear. He's just so damn close...]
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Do it.
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His fingers grip too hard on his hips, probably leaving bruises, as he groans slowly through his own release. As soon as the last wave is through him he leans forward, resting his head between Ginberg's shoulder blades and breathing heavily onto his skin.]
Dear god that was good.
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[Eloquence is beyond him. He stays slightly collapsed, enjoying the solid weight on top of him.]
You know... People say that it feels good, and I always believed them, but nobody told me it was quite that good.
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Glad you enjoyed it.
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[Now he's just face down in the pillows, mumbling.]
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Welcome to the state the rest of the world lives in.
[He's going to rub a little at Ginsberg's back, soothing circles between his shoulder blades.]
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[Oh yes, more affectionate touch, please. He makes a sleepy noise of approval.]
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[C'mere, Oliver needs some cuddles, too. He's just going to roll Ginsberg over and settle him in under his arm. This is way better.]
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