[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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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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