nasty vermin
Wheezing Pup
Oscar
That was enough coaxing to move him. The lips on his neck. Asking Oscar if he was ready as if it weren't a struggle enough to pull away before. So this was Sean flirting. For someone carrying little experience it hooked Oz around his finger instantly. "No promises." He crooned turning to face the other.
"C'mere you."
With assertion, he pulled Sean blankets and all up into his lap. It fell just around the waist of his petite frame. Oscar kissed the pink of Sean's lips, well aware of the red heating that small face. The full intent was to melt any doubt away. "I think you might like the teasing." He suggested lowering to n** at Sean's neck. Uncaringly a particularly obvious heat started inside his jeans in the midst of placing a pigmented hickey on a defined collarbone of Sean's.
Oscar's hands drifted to his flannel, yanking it off his shoulders and flicking it toward the floor. The t-shirt underneath it was next, stealing another smooch off his partner's lips the shirt disappeared too up and over Oscar's head, the upper half of a freckled body naked in its full glory.
(Probably a good time to switch to pm)