( if caleb wasn't calming him down, oliver'd probably start getting nervous over caleb so easily manipulating him down. but he does mostly trust caleb, and given his ability, this is probably the safest option he has to avoid. further accidents.
so like.
he'll take it. )
Kiss me? And then--touch me. Like, just a little. ( his throat, but he's pretty sure that's clear enough given everything else. )
[ it's very easy to lean over and kiss oli, pressing a hand flat against his chest. it's deliberate, he wants oli to feel him sliding his hand up as they kiss, moving them just far enough so caleb's fingertips brush oli's neck. ]
( making out with caleb is easy; he's cute, pleasant to kiss, knows just how to respond--when to press forward, when to let up, what feels good. probably the benefits of his empathy whatever. just like this is. his hand cups the back of caleb's neck, pulls him in closer. moves easily from one kiss to another.
the hand against his chest is nice, too; more contact, easy. caleb's hand slides up and just barely brushes against his neck and it. doesn't bother him. it feels light, easy. gentle, like caleb feels. )
[ caleb keeps hissing him, and he moves his hand up, to the back of oli's neck— he doesn't want to go too far too fast. the point is to make it not scary. ]
( cute. he's still nervous, knows what they're here for, but he could kiss caleb like this all day. the hand that isn't keeping caleb close drops down, presses against his chest. gentle contact, but he uses it to lean into him a little more. huffs a soft laugh against his mouth. )
( he lets caleb push him over. hooks a heel around the back of his calf to hold him close, drops the hand he's got on caleb's chest down to grope at his abs.
because they're hot. )
Yeah. I know I've already told you that you're hot, but just in case you forgot--you're hot.
[ he's shy about compliments and can't help blushing. ]
You're hot too, and very distracting.
[ he's trying to focus here, moving his hands back to oli's front, a palm pressing firmly against his chest, his fingers almost, but not quite around oli's neck. ]
( caleb's hand presses against his neck and that's--that's it. the position, caleb over him, caleb's fingers close enough to choke the life out of him and oliver's getting thrown into shit memories from before: william's fingers around his neck, william leaning over him, william gripping on hard and telling him to just die already.
fear builds up quick: oliver's heart starts racing, he can't breathe, throat constricting tight which only--makes him panic even more. )
( he's not. what starts as a flashback ends in oliver getting stuck in it. caleb moves and there's no pressure against his neck but he's still not--breathing properly. takes short gaspy breaths around not breathing at all. several charms along oliver's ears start glowing, vibrating with magic but nothing. happens.
( it's not to caleb, oliver isn't speaking to him directly. he is shoving off the hand that grabbed onto his. raises both arms up to protect his head as he rolls over onto his side and curls up tight as he can.
coming down from it, but he's still--trying to pull himself back. squeezes his eyes shut. if he weren't so fucked up over it, oliver'd be embarrassed. )
[ that's okay, caleb doesn't have to be touching him to keep turning the panic dial down. he can even dial down panic and fear at the same time, he could do it suddenly but he doesn't think that's the healthiest approach. ]
( but it's quiet. soft-spoken, entirely unlike how oliver usually speaks. his breathing starts to even out, eyes closed and keeping himself turned away from caleb. giving himself a minute to calm down, because he. needs it. )
( oliver doesn't answer for a bit. just. breathes through it. he was hoping they could just like. do this without the panic. use caleb's ability to stop it entirely until like it just stopped on it's own. fucking caleb, making him do it the hard way.
but eventually, he opens his eyes. turns back around so he's laying on his back. his eyes are a little wet from his almost crying episode, but oliver's raising a hand up to shove his palm against his eyes to get rid of the wetness. )
( he's feeling good enough to tease, which is clearly good enough. right? another breath in, and oliver sits himself up. rubs a hand against the side of his neck. )
( caleb lays down, and oliver takes a moment, but does move to throw a leg over him, straddling his hips. presses hands down against his chest and keeps knees planted against the mattress on either side of caleb. )
I could ride you like this sometime, you know. Pull down your pants just enough to get your dick out, take mine off, grab the lube from the nightstand--
( his throat--tightens again. oliver feels like he can't breathe, but he's getting in short little quick breaths through his nose. forgets about distracting caleb, but he--stays in the moment. talks in a voice just barely over a whisper, )
Witches, back home--they can uh. ( another little breath in, eyes squeezing shut. ) get corrupted. By abusing power, using too much, pulling on magic they shouldn't. Or--like, dying, and coming back.
( another breath, but it's a little gaspy. he's afraid, but he's here. )
Corrupted witches turn into--monsters.
( his hands raise up, one gripping hard onto caleb's wrist, the other wiping at his eyes. )
I don't--want to die and come back. If I die I want to stay dead, but there's. no choice here.
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so like.
he'll take it. )
Kiss me? And then--touch me. Like, just a little. ( his throat, but he's pretty sure that's clear enough given everything else. )
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the hand against his chest is nice, too; more contact, easy. caleb's hand slides up and just barely brushes against his neck and it. doesn't bother him. it feels light, easy. gentle, like caleb feels. )
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Good so far?
[ he knows it is, he can feel it, but he figures words can be helpful. ]
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because they're hot. )
Yeah. I know I've already told you that you're hot, but just in case you forgot--you're hot.
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You're hot too, and very distracting.
[ he's trying to focus here, moving his hands back to oli's front, a palm pressing firmly against his chest, his fingers almost, but not quite around oli's neck. ]
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fear builds up quick: oliver's heart starts racing, he can't breathe, throat constricting tight which only--makes him panic even more. )
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Oliver, it's okay. Breathe with me.
[ he can guide him through it but only if oli is still with him. ]
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not yet anyway. )
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Oliver, you're with me. You're safe.
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( it's not to caleb, oliver isn't speaking to him directly. he is shoving off the hand that grabbed onto his. raises both arms up to protect his head as he rolls over onto his side and curls up tight as he can.
coming down from it, but he's still--trying to pull himself back. squeezes his eyes shut. if he weren't so fucked up over it, oliver'd be embarrassed. )
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Oliver, you're not there.
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( but it's quiet. soft-spoken, entirely unlike how oliver usually speaks. his breathing starts to even out, eyes closed and keeping himself turned away from caleb. giving himself a minute to calm down, because he. needs it. )
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It's okay. Like, it's fine to freak out— it sucks, but it's normal.
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but eventually, he opens his eyes. turns back around so he's laying on his back. his eyes are a little wet from his almost crying episode, but oliver's raising a hand up to shove his palm against his eyes to get rid of the wetness. )
Try it again?
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[ but, but, he's not oli's therapist so he's not going to stop him. ]
I think... maybe if we don't kiss. And you see it coming, like, you know what's happening and what I'm doing, then it won't catch you by surprise.
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( so no kissing, fine. he's still a little on edge--not like, emotionally, but mentally. )
Can we try it? If it doesn't work out, we can drop it for now.
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[ that way oliver has an easy way out, less... claustrophobic, maybe. ]
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( he's feeling good enough to tease, which is clearly good enough. right? another breath in, and oliver sits himself up. rubs a hand against the side of his neck. )
Make yourself comfortable?
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This is science! Or something. Come on, if you get tense just draw back and then we can try again.
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I could ride you like this sometime, you know. Pull down your pants just enough to get your dick out, take mine off, grab the lube from the nightstand--
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[ it's kind of working, that's a hot idea, oliver riding him.
but he reaches up to place his hand against oliver's throat, nothing surprising or sudden about his movements. ]
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( his throat--tightens again. oliver feels like he can't breathe, but he's getting in short little quick breaths through his nose. forgets about distracting caleb, but he--stays in the moment. talks in a voice just barely over a whisper, )
Witches, back home--they can uh. ( another little breath in, eyes squeezing shut. ) get corrupted. By abusing power, using too much, pulling on magic they shouldn't. Or--like, dying, and coming back.
( another breath, but it's a little gaspy. he's afraid, but he's here. )
Corrupted witches turn into--monsters.
( his hands raise up, one gripping hard onto caleb's wrist, the other wiping at his eyes. )
I don't--want to die and come back. If I die I want to stay dead, but there's. no choice here.
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