( it feels less like a brick trying to drag him down to the bottom of the ocean while he floats just below the surface, idly kicking his legs just enough that he doesn't sink further but can never quite get his head up above water.
so, )
Seven out of ten. ( at least the high still leaves it all cloudy and feeling a lot less. heavy. ) I bet you could do better.
Yeah, but like, the reasons why you feel like shit would still be there, you just wouldn't feel like shit about it and if I take the feelings away you might end up like, dissociating?
[ or something. he doesn't know, he doesn't do this often or for long. but he dials the bad feelings down just a little more. ]
( instead of it being worded like a question or whatever. oliver does--pull himself up into a sitting position, hands back behind him so his weight can rest on them. )
Mmm. ( it sounds maybe thoughtful, but it's not, not really. just filler, because oliver doesn't really care about the side effects of caleb using his abilities when they're being used to his benefit. one arm stays planted on the bed behind him, while he reaches the other forward towards caleb, intending to wrap it around his shoulders once he's close enough to drag down onto the mattress along with him. )
You're definitely addictive. ( it sounds like oliver's usual flirty banter, but it doesn't feel like it; he's putting on a good face for being in the mood, but it doesn't match the muted still smad feelings that caleb is helping to hold back. )
That's such a line. [ they both know this is at least half step-by-step performance, but caleb appreciates the effort. caleb sinks down with him and kisses him, just testing the waters. ] You good?
I'd wax poetry about how hot you are, but I'm not a poet and I'm sure you already know.
( not quite an answer, but once he's got caleb down with him oliver doesn't need the hand behind him to keep him up--so he puts his weight on the one around caleb's shoulders and raises the one off the bed to tuck fingers under caleb's shirt. slides them slow up his abdomen as he leans in for another soft kiss. still not like, super into it, but caleb is super hot and oliver does love to touch him generally speaking. him and his stupidly hot abs and the i'm a jock, i work out very obvious way caleb's managed to maintain himself.
oliver appreciates the effort. he doesn't have the energy for it himself, but he appreciates it on caleb. his answer takes a little longer to get voiced, but oliver does feel comfortableish. he's not stressing over touching caleb. )
[ he's not in a hurry though, they can build up to it organically.
he kisses oliver, his lips first, then his neck so he can tell him what he wants. he's into him, oliver's easy and caleb really appreciates that. he doesn't have the brain for complicated these days. ]
( fucking around with caleb feels easy. oliver has several people he sleeps with but he feels like he has to--actively try to react however he thinks they'll like best. louder moans, softer movements, letting them guide him instead of pushing forward himself. being rougher, putting in more effort. He's avoided most of those people lately, kept himself to ragnor and theo with occasional visits from nate who he's learned not to act around either. not during fucking, not when they're sitting around on the couch bitching about how stupid shit is.
which is shit that comes naturally with caleb, because he's a cheaty mccheater who would know so like what's the point. caleb presses a kiss to his mouth then slides down, and oliver tips his head with a pleased little hum, palming along caleb's chest with his eyes closed. )
[ that's... a pretty hot idea, actually. a whole, independent turn-on, it takes caleb by surprise, he's not used to being turned on like that, he always just rides whatever his partner's feeling. ]
Yeah— yeah, we should do that. [ he had a whole script to follow, but now he's horny so that's out the window. he pulls away so he can pull his shirt off, but he drags oliver close again as soon as it's off. ]
( there's nothing quite as satisfying as getting someone to respond to him like that. he knows from previous conversations that caleb's somewhere on the ace spectrum--probably. he runs with the feelings going on around him, and oliver knows he's definitely less horny than usual, but seeing caleb jump into it pulls a grin onto his face as he watches, eyes following the line of exposed skin as caleb's shirt goes up and eventually, over his head.
caleb pulls him back in and he wraps a hand around the back of his neck. presses a kiss to the side of his jawline and reaches a hand over to the side of the bed. )
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so, )
Seven out of ten. ( at least the high still leaves it all cloudy and feeling a lot less. heavy. ) I bet you could do better.
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[ or something. he doesn't know, he doesn't do this often or for long. but he dials the bad feelings down just a little more. ]
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( instead of it being worded like a question or whatever. oliver does--pull himself up into a sitting position, hands back behind him so his weight can rest on them. )
I thought you were coming over for some fun?
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[ but he steps closer, he did come for some fun. ]
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You're definitely addictive. ( it sounds like oliver's usual flirty banter, but it doesn't feel like it; he's putting on a good face for being in the mood, but it doesn't match the muted still smad feelings that caleb is helping to hold back. )
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( not quite an answer, but once he's got caleb down with him oliver doesn't need the hand behind him to keep him up--so he puts his weight on the one around caleb's shoulders and raises the one off the bed to tuck fingers under caleb's shirt. slides them slow up his abdomen as he leans in for another soft kiss. still not like, super into it, but caleb is super hot and oliver does love to touch him generally speaking. him and his stupidly hot abs and the i'm a jock, i work out very obvious way caleb's managed to maintain himself.
oliver appreciates the effort. he doesn't have the energy for it himself, but he appreciates it on caleb. his answer takes a little longer to get voiced, but oliver does feel comfortableish. he's not stressing over touching caleb. )
I'm good.
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[ he's not in a hurry though, they can build up to it organically.
he kisses oliver, his lips first, then his neck so he can tell him what he wants. he's into him, oliver's easy and caleb really appreciates that. he doesn't have the brain for complicated these days. ]
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which is shit that comes naturally with caleb, because he's a cheaty mccheater who would know so like what's the point. caleb presses a kiss to his mouth then slides down, and oliver tips his head with a pleased little hum, palming along caleb's chest with his eyes closed. )
Would you let me fuck you sometime?
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You wanna fuck me right now?
[ he doesn't bottom a lot, but he's been in the city for a year and a half, he's not new to it. and oli is hot and probably great at it. ]
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( hands sliding down, following the curve of caleb's back until he's got palms pressed in against his thighs, fingers pressing against muscle. )
Like have you looked at your legs? They'd look great wrapped around me while I fucked into you. I bet you could crush me with your thighs.
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Yeah— yeah, we should do that. [ he had a whole script to follow, but now he's horny so that's out the window. he pulls away so he can pull his shirt off, but he drags oliver close again as soon as it's off. ]
We should do it right now.
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caleb pulls him back in and he wraps a hand around the back of his neck. presses a kiss to the side of his jawline and reaches a hand over to the side of the bed. )
Lube's in the drawer.