Oliver moves further down the bed and my cock gets harder in Pavlovian response. My breath catches with anticipation and I shift up onto both elbows to get a better look, mouth going slack as his fingers wrap around me. The look on his face catches me by surprise and I turn to follow his gaze, feeling my own eyes widen at the sight of my phone still propped up on the nightstand. I had completely forgotten, but before I can really register an opinion about it, Oliver's mouth is on my cock and there is nothing in the world that could distract me from that.

"Oh, fuck," I groan out, dropping back down onto the bed. My head hits the pillow and I put one arm up over it, reaching down with the other to push Oliver's hair back from his face so it can be more clearly seen by the camera. "I'll move it to a protected folder on my computer tomorrow."

My words come out gaspy and a little garbled, and I hiss through my teeth as he slurps around my cock. Fuck, he's incredible at this. "Maybe edit a special video together for you as a Hannukah gift."