Oliver

"Give me a minute," I asked, laughing weakly as I finally pushed myself upright, my hip cocked to rest against the edge of the counter. We were both a mess, my slacks still bunched around my shins, my cock softening and slick with come, the warmth of his leaking down the back of my thighs. Finally, I hitched up my pants, zipping them but leaving my belt undone.

"Okay, point me in that direction," I teased, reaching out a hand to ruffle it through his already messy hair.