Oliver comes wildly, giving himself over to it, and I can do little more than hold on for dear life. His knees weaken and I grab at his middle, smearing his come across his belly, and huff out a laugh against his back as we sag against the counter.

“Okay, okay,” I say soothingly, letting go of his cock to squeeze at his hip again. For a long moment we stay like that, slumped over the counter to catch our breath, and eventually I pull out of him with a soft hiss, looking down to watch as my cock slips out of him. “Think we can make it upstairs?”