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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]

“Really?” I ask as he kisses my nose, smiling happily as he touches me. There is nothing better than being the focus of Oliver’s attention, nothing at all. Ever since the very first moment I had it, it’s all I ever wanted. “You’re very subtle with it.”

He kisses me again and I stretch my arms over my head before pushing at his shoulders, rolling him into his back so I can spread myself out on top of him, resting across his broad, masculine chest. My fingers trace the edge of his Star, nestled in a light patch of chest hair.

“I suppose you’re alright,” I say with an easy shrug, biting back a smile as I lean down to press a soft kiss to his nipple, feeling the small bud against the softness of my lips. “It’s not bad.”

[latermaybe]

Warmth bloomed in my chest as he touched the Star settled in the hollow of my throat, my own hand seeking out its twin, which he always wore.

"Hush," I said, shoving at him playfully. Then, I laughed helplessly at the ticklish brush of his hair against my skin as he ducked his head, his lips warm against my nipple.

"Go to sleep, you goose."

[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.