( shoving the last of the scone in his mouth, before he's standing up. that edge of mischief never quite goes away, and it's pretty clear oliver is playing. even if he isn't being dishonest. )
We can hang out. Talk about whatever. Who was your sub?
( he. wasn't planning on it originally; nick's place is somewhere down the beach, oliver was planning on using his door in the beach house to get him back to the down before his coffee went cold, but.
now he's thinking about caleb naked, which definitely isn't helping him with keeping himself on track. not that he needs to. like. oliver doesn't actually need to be anywhere, so. he drops his eyes down to caleb's chest, then raises them back up to his face. raises a brow. )
I'm really not going to be able to keep my lewd thoughts to myself if you strip down. So if that's a problem, you'll want to keep your shirt on.
( dude said he has low drive, oliver doesn't want to accidentally influence him some way that he's not into. fucking around with an empath feels a little more complicated, he figured he'd make extra sure to get consent beforehand. which. caleb gives him just fine. )
I'm an okay swimmer. If I start to struggle, I'm sure you'll come and save me.
( easily, before he's--moving a hand back to grab onto the back of his shirt and yank it off. he'll bitch about the sand later but caleb's hot, he's not going to turn down an opportunity to bang him. )
[ caleb does have low drive, and he is easily influenced by horny feelings around him.
but he has to let it happen, and oliver's cute and bold, and it's making him feel daring. he takes his own shirt off, and steps closer to oliver, tugging at his hand. ]
Wanna make out?
[ he doesn't technically need to ask, but communication is important to him. ]
( that's about as clear consent as it gets, isn't it? he's asking, very clearly, with words. caleb reaches for him and oliver doesn't hesitate to move in closer, lets caleb take one hand and drops his shirt down onto the floor so he can raise the other to drag his palm up caleb's chest. )
If I ever say no to that question, please know that they've replaced me with a robot.
[ He doesn't wanna end up psyching himself out about kissing a boy he just met, so he leans down and kisses Oliver, threading a hand in his hair.
He's very gentle about it, he figures they can start slow and then Oliver's experience will guide him; it's one of the perks of his empathy, he can let the other person's feelings guide him and be confident he's not fucking it up. ]
( see the problem with making out with an empath is oliver often--uses others' reactions to gauge how he should run into something. if he should be pushing into them, or if he should let them lead. if he should be demanding, or defiant, or easy, or gentle, or whatever the fuck else. caleb is new, he doesn't know him well enough to know his makeout preferences, and he's fairly certain that caleb is trying to use oliver's reactions to gauge how he should conduct himself, too.
but like he's got really nice abs and oliver isn't going to give up being able to touch him so he'll figure something out. caleb's kiss is gentle, soft, and oliver lets him lead it for a few moments, head tipping and hand pressing over caleb's chest, right where his heart is. when one kiss ends, he pushes forward a little to nip at caleb's lower lip, tries to deepen it with a soft, pleased hum.
raises his hand so he can trail it down caleb's shoulder, his arm, to his hand and--wraps it around himself, presses caleb's hand to his ass. )
( caleb's hand slides up his chest and he's--giving a soft, pleased gasp when his fingers press against his nipple, shifts forward to press more firmly against caleb and grinds their hips together. caleb may have a harder time getting horny, but it's not a problem oliver shares. caleb's plenty hot, he's got great abs, and oliver can't wait to get his hands all over him.
so he doesn't. he moves his hand off of caleb's own, slides it between them to grope at his chest. laughs soft into the kiss, before he's pulling back enough to speak close against him, )
I'd offer Nick's room since it's close, but that might get a little awkward for you.
( oliver isn't putting his ass in the sand, that sounds absolutely miserable to wash off later. but he's pressing another kiss to caleb's lips, and--pushing off of him to saunter towards the water. )
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I might actually be too vanilla for threesomes. I've never had one.
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( shoving the last of the scone in his mouth, before he's standing up. that edge of mischief never quite goes away, and it's pretty clear oliver is playing. even if he isn't being dishonest. )
We can hang out. Talk about whatever. Who was your sub?
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[ Caleb loves him and misses him. He just can't risk dragging his current partners into shit. ]
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( reaching down for caleb's hand, because they're leaving now thanks. he can hold his coffee in his other hand. )
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When's your birthday?
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( idly swinging their hands together at his side; he's going to wander off towards the beach. )
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[ it's hard to keep track between the time-skips, but 21 sounds right. ]
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( tipping his head in closer as he stops walking for a moment, to press a kiss to caleb's cheek. )
Happy almost birthday.
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[ Maybe he'll even celebrate this year, since it's a big birthday. ]
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( helpfully. if dorian comes too, they can always chat there. if the party exists. )
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[ It'll probably be big and messy. ]
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How do you feel about walks along the beach?
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[ that counts as flirting, right? caleb is capable of doing that. ]
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now he's thinking about caleb naked, which definitely isn't helping him with keeping himself on track. not that he needs to. like. oliver doesn't actually need to be anywhere, so. he drops his eyes down to caleb's chest, then raises them back up to his face. raises a brow. )
I'm really not going to be able to keep my lewd thoughts to myself if you strip down. So if that's a problem, you'll want to keep your shirt on.
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[ oliver's hot, his feelings are blue, and he's a sub. they won't get in trouble over whatever they do. ]
Are you a strong swimmer?
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I'm an okay swimmer. If I start to struggle, I'm sure you'll come and save me.
( easily, before he's--moving a hand back to grab onto the back of his shirt and yank it off. he'll bitch about the sand later but caleb's hot, he's not going to turn down an opportunity to bang him. )
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but he has to let it happen, and oliver's cute and bold, and it's making him feel daring. he takes his own shirt off, and steps closer to oliver, tugging at his hand. ]
Wanna make out?
[ he doesn't technically need to ask, but communication is important to him. ]
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If I ever say no to that question, please know that they've replaced me with a robot.
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[ He doesn't wanna end up psyching himself out about kissing a boy he just met, so he leans down and kisses Oliver, threading a hand in his hair.
He's very gentle about it, he figures they can start slow and then Oliver's experience will guide him; it's one of the perks of his empathy, he can let the other person's feelings guide him and be confident he's not fucking it up. ]
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but like he's got really nice abs and oliver isn't going to give up being able to touch him so he'll figure something out. caleb's kiss is gentle, soft, and oliver lets him lead it for a few moments, head tipping and hand pressing over caleb's chest, right where his heart is. when one kiss ends, he pushes forward a little to nip at caleb's lower lip, tries to deepen it with a soft, pleased hum.
raises his hand so he can trail it down caleb's shoulder, his arm, to his hand and--wraps it around himself, presses caleb's hand to his ass. )
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caleb reaches under oliver's shirt, more confident now that he can feel it's wanted, pushing his hand up and rubs oli's nipple with his thumb. ]
We're gonna end up covered in sand.
[ he doesn't mind at all, he's sure it'll be fun. ]
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so he doesn't. he moves his hand off of caleb's own, slides it between them to grope at his chest. laughs soft into the kiss, before he's pulling back enough to speak close against him, )
I'd offer Nick's room since it's close, but that might get a little awkward for you.
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[ caleb says it lightly, he knows nick wouldn't care if they ended up having sex in his room but he prefers the sand.
Come on, let's get closer to the water.
[ he's not sold on the idea of swimming anymore, but making out close enough to the breaking waves would be fun. ]
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( oliver isn't putting his ass in the sand, that sounds absolutely miserable to wash off later. but he's pressing another kiss to caleb's lips, and--pushing off of him to saunter towards the water. )
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