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[latermaybe]

from here.

"Fuck me, right here," I murmured to him in Italian, words muffled against his lips. "Don't let me come. Not until you say."

He'd teased me about fucking in my office, with me bending him over the desk after hours, but despite my reluctance, it wasn't a fantasy he harbored alone.

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[speakordie]

“You goose,” I echo, amused as always by the term. It’s a wonderful thing, being loved by Oliver. The melancholy from earlier is gone for the moment, swept away by him like cobwebs from a porch.

It’s only when he tells me to sleep that I realize how tired I am, and I yawn as I shift a little to settle more at his side, an arm and leg thrown over him as I nuzzle into his neck. My hand rests over his Star and I fall asleep with the steady thrum of his heart against my fingertips.