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@louliverwinterweek, day 7: lingerie
4,103 words // rated E // read on ao3
established relationship // porn without plot // lingerie // anal sex // bottom oliver stark // put that man in lace and fold him like a pretzel stat!!
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"Hey, baby, I'm home," Lou calls, tossing his keys into the dish and heading through to the kitchen with the groceries he'd picked up on the way back from set.
"I'll be down in a sec." Oliver's voice comes from upstairs, sounding breathless with excitement in a way that Lou would recognize anywhere. He smirks, sticking his head back out into the hallway.
"You having fun without me, sweetheart?" he asks, his cock twitching to life at the thought of Oliver pleasuring himself upstairs; it's not the first time he'd come home from a long shoot to find Oliver jerking off, apparently too desperate to wait until he got back, and it drives him wild in the best way, especially as Oliver is probably watching one of the x-rated videos Lou occasionally sent him when he was bored and home alone.
Oliver doesn't answer and Lou goes back to the shopping with a grin, unpacking in a hurry so he can go and join in with his boyfriend's fun.
He's just putting the last of the protein bars in the cupboard when he hears footsteps on the stairs. "You didn't want to wait for me?" he calls, smirking to himself as Oliver—no doubt beautifully flushed and a little dopey from his orgasm—pads down the hall.
"Oh no, I'm waiting for you, babe."
Lou turns, his eyebrow raised and a flirty comment on the tip of his tongue until he sees what Oliver is wearing and all coherent thought evaporates, all of the blood in his body rushing south and into his dick.
"Oh," is all he manages as Oliver takes a step into the kitchen and spins slowly, giving Lou a three sixty view of the beautiful cornflower blue lace stretching across his muscles. Between the delicate bralet barely covering his pecs, the stockings hugging his legs from foot to thigh and the panties giving a deliciously teasing peek at his already half hard cock, Lou doesn't know where to look. His mouth is suddenly dry as the freaking Sahara, his dick demanding attention, but all he can do is stand there, staring at his boyfriend's lingerie because apparently that's what had had Oliver breathlessly excited.
"You, uh, you like them?" Oliver asks, almost shyly, and Lou swallows thickly as he nods.
"Fuck yes, baby, I love them." His voice catches halfway through when Oliver smiles and steps forward, putting himself within Lou's reach. Lou takes immediate advantage, planting one hand on his chest and sliding the other around to cup his ass, the fabric soft beneath his fingers. "You look beautiful, so beautiful."
Oliver blushes, pleased. "Yeah?"
"Oh yeah." Lou traces the patterns in the lace with a thumb, marveling at the way it hugs Oliver's pec so perfectly. "Have you had these long?"
"No, they only arrived yester-" He gasps as Lou rubs his thumb across a nipple through the lace. "-day. Fuck, that feels good."
Lou smiles, pleased that Oliver is pleased. "Better than normal?"
"Yeah," Oliver nods, hooking his hands together behind Lou's neck. "Yeah, the lace, it-" Another brush of his thumb. "Ah-"
Lou smirks. "Catches?"
"Catches." Oliver's skin is flushed with arousal, the pink spreading to his chest and contrasting with the delicate blue of his bralet and the dark lines of his tattoos and it takes everything in Lou's power to hold himself back from having his way with him right there and then.
No, he's going to go slow, to take his time cherishing but also teasing the beautiful, blushing man in front of him.
"And this?" he says, pressing a finger between Oliver's ass cheeks, pushing the lace against his hole and rubbing, just a little. "That feel better too?"
Oliver's answering moan is desperate and beautiful, a sound that shoots straights to Lou's aching cock. "Yeah, feels amazing."
Lou hums appreciatively, sliding his hand from Oliver's chest to his cock. "What about this?" he asks, stroking him through the lace, making sure the fabric catches across his slit, soaking up the pre-come starting to leak there.
"Oh fuck," Oliver mutters, voice hoarse with arousal and Lou smirks as he leans in for a kiss, swallowing the rest of the moan. He continues to rub across his hole and his cock as he kisses him slowly, lazily, enjoying the soft gasps that escape Oliver's throat and flit into his own mouth.
They'd been together long enough for Lou to know every little thing that drove Oliver wild, to know every little sound he made when he was turned on, but something about the way he's so immediately desperate with just a few touches has Lou wondering why the hell they've never played with lingerie before.
He kisses him for a few moments longer before pulling away, leaving Oliver whining for him, a soft pout to his kiss swollen lips.
"Let's go upstairs," Lou says, letting go of his cock to take hold of his hand as he leans in to whisper in his ear. "I want to see you laid out on the bed for me in your pretty little panties."
"Fuck, yes, yeah, okay," Oliver replies, immediately leading Lou out of the kitchen and to the stairs; it gives Lou a fantastic view of his lace-clad ass, the fabric stretching tight with the movement as he climbs the steps, and his cock throbs in his own—decidedly less pretty—underwear, desperate for any kind of friction.
Oliver pulls him into the bedroom and kicks the door shut behind them as he pulls Lou into a fierce kiss, pressing himself flush against him. Lou immediately slides a hand to his ass, already addicted to the way the lace feels beneath his fingers, and Oliver moans into his mouth as he squeezes, digging his fingertips in.
Lou thinks he could stay like this forever, licking each gasp from Oliver's mouth, the two of them pressed close enough that they might as well be one person, except he really does want to see Oliver spread out on the bed for him, wants to admire the way his nipples poke at the fabric of his bralet, the way his panties stretch taut across his dick.
Wants to pull said panties to the side and fuck him into the mattress until he comes all over himself.
His cock throbs at the thought, now filled out and straining against his pants, and he breaks the kiss with a soft hum, stepping away before he gets too carried away.
Except Oliver follows him, chasing his mouth and, well, Lou had never claimed to be strong enough to resist such perfectly kissable lips.
"Baby," he murmurs, pulling away after another extended round of kissing that leaves his lips thrumming, "I want to see you all laid out for me, all pretty in your blue lace. Let me look at you?"
Oliver nods, a pleased smile pulling at the corners of his kiss-swollen lips. "Yeah, okay." He steps out of Lou's arms and sits down on the end of the bed, legs spread wide to accommodate the swell of his lace-clad dick. "Like this?" he asks, biting his lip as he looks up at Lou, the eyebrow split with his birthmark raised in that slightly teasing way that makes Lou feel feral with desire; he knows exactly what he's doing and Lou is a sucker for it as always, completely helpless to resist that god damn look.
"Mm, just like that baby," he replies, voice thick with arousal as he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. "You look so pretty, sweetheart."
The pink flush on Oliver's cheeks deepens at the compliment, a pleased smile breaking out on his face. Lou thinks it might be the most beautiful he's ever looked and he wonders how long Oliver has been harboring the desire to try wearing lingerie; he certainly seems comfortable in it and that's perhaps the most attractive thing of all as Lou watches him lean back on his elbows, the movement flexing his pecs beneath the delicate triangles of lace just about covering them.
Lou unfastens his jeans as he admires the view, the smile on his lips feeling ridiculously fond, even for him. "Look at you," he breathes, stepping out of his pants and into the V of Oliver's spread legs, hooking a finger under his chin. "You feel good, baby?"
Oliver nods. "Yeah," he grins, "feel real good."
"You look it too, Oli, god." Lou palms at his cock with his free hand, unable to help himself. "This blue, it's so beautiful on you, baby, such a good color."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Contrasts real well with your pretty pink cock."
Oliver hums low in his throat, spreading his legs even wider as Lou's gaze lingers on the hard line of his dick, tantalizing glimpses visible through the swirling patterns in the lace; he'd lost count of the times he'd seen Oliver's cock at this point, of the times he'd had it in his hand, his mouth, his ass, but something about the way he can only just see it like this is really doing it for him, teasing in a way he hadn't realized he even wanted.
It's the same with his pecs, the way the pink nubs of his nipples are only just visible through the bralet driving him a little wild, and he pushes his underwear down, suddenly desperate to get his hands on the man looking up at him with eyes dark with arousal.
He leans down to capture Oliver's lips in a searing kiss, pushing him back onto the bed and climbing on top of him. His cock catches on the lace of Oliver's panties as he does and his breath hitches at the sensation of soft fabric on his aching length; even that briefest of touches feels so damn good and he can only imagine that it feels even better for Oliver, having it covering all of his most sensitive spots.
As if in answer, Oliver moans into his mouth, his breath hitching as he hooks his legs around Lou's waist and pulls him in close. The feeling of Oliver's stockings on the bare skin of his lower back feels better than he could have imagined and he goes easily, sliding a hand between them to cup Oliver's pec as he rolls his hips, thumbing at his nipple and savoring the way it makes Oliver gasp.
Lou allows himself another few moments before sitting up on his knees, leaving Oliver flushed and panting below him, a frown pulling at his brow.
"Baby, please," he breathes, looking up at Lou with pleading eyes, and it takes all of Lou's strength not to give in to him; he wants to carry on, wants to rut against his boyfriend and make a mess of his pretty blue panties but he also can't shake the thought of pulling them aside as he pushes his cock past Oliver's rim, can't stop thinking about how that might feel for both of them, so he holds back, instead smiling down at the gently pouting man beneath him.
"I need a minute, baby," he says, "otherwise I'm not going to last long enough to do what I want to do."
Oliver smirks, eyes glinting with mischief. "And what do you want to do?"
Lou reaches for Oliver's cock, stroking him through the fabric as he says, "I want to fuck you in your pretty little lace panties." Oliver whines, fingers twisting in the sheets, and so Lou continues, adding a little more pressure to his strokes. "Want to push your legs up by your ears, pull the lace to the side and slide inside you, baby, how does that sound?"
"Fuck, yes, please Lou, please-"
"Gonna make you come in them and then maybe I'll come on them too, hm? What do you think?"
"Oh god, yes, yes-"
Lou grins as he lets go of Oliver's cock, leaning over to the bedside table for the lube that had taken up permanent residence there since they'd moved in together. Oliver shifts himself a little further up on the bed and drops his legs open, giving Lou a delicious view of he way his panties cup his balls and—just about—cover his dick; he wonders if pulling them tight enough might leave a pattern on Oliver's skin and the thought makes his cock throb as he pops the lube and pours a generous amount into his palm.
Oliver watches hungrily as he slicks himself up, shifting slightly in anticipation and Lou can't help but hum with pleasure at the sight; Oliver had never been small, and seeing his tall, broad and muscly—so damn muscly, god—boyfriend wearing the most delicate lace underwear speaks to his most primitive urges, an almost feral hunger taking over as his gaze maps the curve of Oliver's pecs beneath his bralet, the dark ink of his tattoos just peeking out and the hair darkening his chest in between, as he takes in the delicious way his panties hug his hard cock and the seemingly endless length of leg wrapped in cornflower blue, soft curls of hair poking through the lace.
"Fuck, Oli, baby," he moans, stilling his hand on his dick for fear of taking himself too far. "You've never looked more beautiful."
Oliver smiles, almost shy again as Lou gazes down at him. "Really?"
"Really." He smiles, an idea occurring to him. "Will you, uh, let me pick out a pair for you? Next time, I mean?"
Oliver's smile widens, brighter even than the sun. "Yeah, I'd like that."
"Good." Lou reaches to rest a hand on Oliver's knee, rubbing a thumb across the lace of his stocking. "Me too."
"You know what else I'd like?" Oliver asks, his grin turning lascivious as he bites his lip. Lou is almost certain he knows what he's going to say but he asks anyway, fighting back a smile of his own.
"What's that, baby?"
"If you'd fuck me like you promised."
Lou shuffles forwards on his knees, his painfully hard cock bobbing as he settles where he wants to be. "Not exactly a hardship, sweetheart," he says, sliding his hand from Oliver's knee to the back of his thigh, pushing his leg up towards his chest. The movement must pull on the fabric across Oliver's dick because he moans filthily, his cock twitching visibly beneath blue lace starting to soak through with pre-come.
"Oh my god," he mutters, dropping his head back against the mattress with a soft exhale, and Lou marvels that he'd somehow ended up lucky enough to have such a beautiful, responsive boyfriend; he's not sure he'll ever be able to get the sight or the sound of Oliver like this out of his mind, and he's already thinking about what other color would complement the soft flush of his skin and the black of his tattoos the next time they do this.
His eyes catch on Oliver's birthmark and suddenly his decision is made: a nice deep pink, he thinks, to match his favorite place to leave soft kisses.
He nods to himself, pleased with his decision as he reaches for Oliver's ass, rubbing a finger across his hole just the way he'd done earlier, pressing the lace into the crease of his cheeks.
Oliver lets out another long breath, his thigh twitching beneath Lou's palm when he does it again, gentle and teasing. "Please," he moans and Lou chuckles softly, taking hold of the edge of the fabric instead and pulling it aside, exposing his hole.
"So impatient, sweetheart," he murmurs as Oliver whimpers at the increased pressure on his cock, desperate and beautiful. Letting go of Oliver's thigh, he guides it to where he wants it, head nudging at Oliver's hole as he takes a breath and Oliver reaches for the headboard behind him, wrapping his fingers around the slats.
"Tell me when you're-"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready, just fuck me already-"
Lou's not exactly about to say no to that so he starts pushing in gently, holding his breath as Oliver's tight heat envelops him, a feeling that would be almost overwhelming even without the added and delicious friction of the hem of his panties tugging at the velvet skin of his cock.
Oliver's head is thrown back against the mattress, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth hanging open in an O of pleasure that would be almost funny if it wasn't also exactly how Lou was feeling right now, his head swimming with a dizzy kind of bliss.
He bottoms out with a soft groan, forcing himself to hold still while they both adjust to the feeling. "God, you feel so good, baby," he mutters, voice almost as wrecked as he's ever heard himself sound. "Can I-"
"Yeah," Oliver nods, breathless and looking up at Lou like he's never wanted anything more. "Move, please, babe, I need you-"
Lou takes a moment to adjust his position first, pushing both of Oliver's legs back towards his chest until he's folded practically in half before leaning down over him. Oliver immediately hooks his ankles behind Lou's head, caging him in with blue lace and Lou moans, low and wanton as he leans down to kiss him, deep and filthy. He rolls his hips as he does and Oliver gasps into his mouth, a beautifully desperate sound that has Lou's cock throbbing inside him; he's honestly not sure he's ever been happier than he is in this moment, his lingerie clad boyfriend turning to putty in his hands even as he loses his own mind, and he's not sure how he's going to go back to regular, naked sex after this, spoiled as he's being by Oliver's lace inspired desperation.
He resolves to make the most of it and moves his hands to Oliver's pecs, partly for support as he rolls his hips, fucking slowly in and out of his boyfriend's heat, but also to feel the way he gasps into his mouth with the press of the lace into his skin, with every brush of Lou's thumbs across his nipples.
Oliver cries out when Lou suddenly snaps his hips and squeezes his pecs at the same time, breaking the kiss with a desperate moan.
"Fuck, ah-"
"You good?" Lou asks, teasing more than anything because the look on Oliver's face is telling him exactly how good he feels.
"Yeah, so good, baby, do that again, please-"
Lou obliges him, slamming into him as he digs his fingers into the meat of his chest and the choked sob of pleasure Oliver lets out is possibly the most beautiful sound Lou has ever heard.
"Like that?" he asks, breath hitching as he thrusts into him again, hoping to pull the same, needy whine from his lips. He grinds down into him to make sure and the head of his cock must press against Oliver's prostate because he gets an even more desperate sound than before, a wild cry of pleasure that echoes loud in the quiet bedroom.
"Fuck, yesyesyes, right there baby, right there," Oliver begs, heels knocking gently against the back of Lou's head and long legs tensing as he clenches around his cock. Lou moans at the pressure, squeezing Oliver's pecs almost involuntarily as a shiver of pleasure runs through him. He can already feel his orgasm building low in his groin and he pauses a moment, trying to calm himself down; he wants Oliver to come first, wants to watch him spill into his lace panties and then pull out and come all over them too.
Oliver whines at the delay, looking up at Lou with wide, pleading eyes. "Please, baby, need you," he murmurs and once again Lou is completely and utterly powerless to deny him.
"Whatever you want, sweetheart," he says before setting a furious pace, snapping his hips with enough force to punch a choked stream of ah ah ahs from Oliver's throat. Lou leans down to kiss him as he fucks him into the mattress, tongues tangling messy and desperate while the hem of Oliver's panties catches along his cock with every thrust, heightening the pleasure he's already feeling from Oliver's tight heat and the beautiful, needy gasps falling from his lips.
He doesn't want to come yet though, can't come yet, so he tries to distract himself by breaking the kiss and burying his head in Oliver's neck instead, murmuring a stream of nonsense praise.
"Look so pretty baby, in your lace, so sexy, feels so good, I love the way your tits look like this, so fucking beautiful sweetheart, and your cock, all wrapped in blue just for me, so beautiful, so damn beautiful-"
It's a small relief when Oliver starts to tense beneath him, knuckles turning white as he grips the headboard, his breathing shallowing as his orgasm builds and builds.
"Babe, I'm close, so close," Oliver mutters, throwing his head back against the pillow and Lou snaps his hips harder in response, sliding one hand down between them to rub at his cock through the lace, trying to push him over the edge for his own sake as well as Oliver's.
"Do it baby, come for me, want to see you make a mess of those pretty panties-"
Oliver cries out, loud and so beautiful as he comes, turning the lace a darker shade of blue as he spills into his panties, his whole body tensing. Lou strokes his cock and fucks him all the way through it, trying desperately to hold off his own orgasm until he's squeezed every last drop of pleasure from Oliver.
"Fuck," Oliver breathes, his body going slack all at once and Lou takes that as his cue, pulling out of him and sitting back on his knees. Oliver stretches his legs out, spreading them wide as Lou wraps a hand around himself and starts stroking.
"Go on, babe, come on me," he says, grinning lazily up at him, his cheeks and chest flushed. "Make a mess of me." His grin turns to a smirk as he glances down at himself. "Even more of a mess."
Lou huffs a laugh, chest swelling with fondness even as his balls tighten with each pump of his hand, cock sticky with lube and pre-come. He's been close for what feels like hours and he feels almost dizzy with it as he quickens his pace, the slick slide of skin on skin loud even over his hitching breaths.
"Come on, baby," Oliver says again, smiling that blinding smile that had pulled Lou in from the moment they'd met. "Ruin my panties-"
The word sounds obscene in Oliver's accent and Lou lets out a low moan as he comes hard, pleasure flaring hot through every nerve in his body. He spills onto Oliver's panties, painting the lace with his come as Oliver watches, a pleased grin on his flushed face.
"That's it, right there, ruin them, baby, god-"
Lou fucks his fist through the last of his pleasure, Oliver's words twisting pleasantly through the fog of bliss clouding his mind as it finally becomes too much. "Fuck," he says, with feeling, before collapsing onto the bed beside him, his chest heaving and his head swimming.
Oliver chuckles, reaching for Lou's hand with his own. "Yeah." He's quiet for a long moment, fingers playing gently with Lou's as they both catch their breath. "You really like the lingerie, huh?"
"Baby, are you kidding me?" Lou asks incredulously, propping himself up on an elbow. "I don't think I've ever gotten that hard so quickly in my life. I really do want to pick out your next pair, if you want me to."
"Hell yeah." Oliver grins as he slides his free hand into Lou's hair, pulling him into a kiss. It's languid, unhurried, and Lou smiles into it, happy from more than just the orgasm.
Lou can't help but slip a hand across to Oliver's chest, resting his palm over the bralet he'd become decidedly obsessed with. Oliver shifts beneath his touch, humming gently, though from pleasure or overstimulation Lou's not sure.
He breaks the kiss when he starts to get a cramp in his elbow and pushes himself to sitting, eyeing with great delight the mess they'd made of Oliver's lingerie.
"Hope they wash up okay," he says, grinning as he slips a finger beneath the waistband and pings it gently against Oliver's skin.
Oliver just smirks, a look of lazy ecstasy on his face. "So fucking worth it if they don't."
@louliverwinterweek, day 6: moving in/living together, sex not in a bed
4,571 words // rated E // read on ao3
established relationship // porn without plot // porn with feelings // moving in together // floor sex // anal fingering // anal sex
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"And we're done," Oliver says, tossing the now empty box aside with a grin and collapsing onto the rug with a satisfied kind of exhaustion. "You're officially moved in."
His heart skips a giddy beat in his chest as his words settle and Lou's smile suggests he's feeling much the same as he finishes placing the last of the throw pillows and then joins Oliver on the floor, flopping on top of him.
"No way you're getting rid of me now," he grins, placing a soft kiss to Oliver's still smiling lips; there's nothing he wants to do less than get rid of Lou but he drops the smile and frowns in mock consternation, unable to pass up the opportunity to tease his boyfriend.
"Damn," he murmurs, breath mingling with Lou's as his lips hover just out of reach. "Guess I'll just have to get used to you."
"Guess so." Lou's grin is brighter than the sun and Oliver can't not kiss him about it, can't not slide a hand into his hair and pull him close. Lou immediately opens up to him, humming softly as Oliver kisses him, slow and deep, and for a while he loses himself in his boyfriend, in the taste of his mouth and the gentle way he grasps his jaw as they kiss and kiss and kiss.
It's intoxicating in the best way, a delicious addiction that Oliver thinks might be the death of him now that they live together; Lou is going to be right there, all the time, every inch of him within almost constant reach and that's a thought that sets his cock filling out, all of his blood rushing south as he imagines all the ways in which he can make the most of sharing a house with the man he adores and desires like no other.
Lou must feel Oliver's erection against his leg because he smirks into the kiss and starts rolling his hips oh so slowly, a gentle, teasing movement that only makes Oliver's cock harder.
He moans gently into Lou's mouth as he returns the favor, grinding up as Lou rolls down, both of them panting softly into each other's mouths as the kiss turns messy and breathless. Oliver thinks he could go on like this for hours, could spend the rest of the night in this state of pleasure, an unhurried heat building deep in his groin as he swallows every one of Lou's gentle gasps. It's a bliss like no other, not the desperate lust of their early days together—though that's still there, beneath the surface—but the comfortable desire of two people that know each other intimately, know just how to take the other apart and enjoy every second doing it; though Oliver would never deny the sheer pleasure of an orgasm, he almost always prefers the getting there.
He grins suddenly, wide enough that Lou stills his hips and breaks the kiss, looking down at him with a fond eyebrow raised.
"What are you smiling about?"
"You," Oliver replies simply, unsure how else to explain the huge, overwhelming feelings in his chest. "I love you, so much."
Lou grins that beautiful scrunchy grin, thumb rubbing gentle circles over Oliver's jaw. "Love you too, baby."
He leans back in for a kiss and Oliver takes the opportunity to slip his arms around his waist and roll them over, putting himself on top. Lou humphs in surprise and Oliver swallows the sound with a pleased hum of his own as he slides his hands beneath Lou's shirt.
He lets his fingers play across warm skin for a long moment before breaking the kiss and sitting up, straddling Lou's hips and smirking at the soft pout on his lips. The pout doesn't last long though, disappearing the moment Oliver pushes his shirt up and presses a hand to the warm skin of his stomach. Lou shivers as he starts tracing the lines of his abs, his breath hitching with each soft brush of Oliver's fingertip and it's beautiful, another moment Oliver could happily live in forever.
It should be scary, he thinks, the amount of times he loses himself in his boyfriend, overwhelmed in the best way, except it just isn't; he knows Lou is it for him, knows that he wants to spend the rest of his life with the man currently shivering with pleasure at his very touch. He wants every moment together, all of it, good and bad, every up and every down, and that's something he's never felt to anything like this extent before. He's had exes that he was serious with, sure, exes that he could see a future with, but the difference with Lou is that, more than just being able to see a future with him, Oliver can't imagine his future without him, can't picture himself getting older without him right there by his side, laughing and dancing and making the most god awful jokes at every opportunity.
"Oli," Lou breathes, pulling Oliver from his thoughts and back to the way his boyfriend is shifting beneath him, looking up at him with eyes wide and cheeks flushed. Oliver knows that tone of voice, knows it means Lou wants him to hurry up and get on with it but Oliver only grins as he continues trailing his fingers across his skin, goosebumps raising in his wake when he pushes Lou's shirt further up and brushes a thumb across his erect nipple.
The gasp he elicits is desperate and beautiful and his own cock throbs in his sweats at the sound, achingly hard and leaking, but he continues to ignore it in favor of teasing Lou, squeezing and rolling his nipple between his finger and enjoying every soft little gasp and moan that falls from Lou's lips.
He enjoys it even more when he leans down to take the other one into his mouth and Lou grasps at his hair, fingers tugging at his curls in a way that makes him moan as he licks and sucks at the hard nub in his mouth, still teasing the other between his fingers. He finds himself rolling his hips again, grinding down against Lou's cock as he plays with him and it's almost funny really, how desperate they make each other.
Oliver had always considered himself to have a fairly high sex drive but somehow being with Lou had made him even hornier. Some days all Lou did was look at him and his cock would start filling out, and it might have been embarrassing if he didn't know he had much the same effect on Lou; it's a wonder they got anything done some days, both of them hard and panting like horny teenagers at the mere raising of a suggestive eyebrow.
Now though, Oliver wants to make this last, wants to properly celebrate moving in together by taking his boyfriend apart oh so slowly on the floor of the home they now shared, so he forces himself to still his hips, instead focusing on Lou. He lifts his head from his nipple as he pushes his shirt the rest of the way up, Lou lifting his arms to help him as he works it over his head and off. He moves next to Lou's sweatpants, tugging on the elastic of his waistband and pulling them down over his hips, his thighs. He sits up on his knees and shuffles backwards to tug them all the way off, eyes taking in the miles and miles of tanned and muscled skin—god, Oliver would never be over how thick his thighs were—but also the hard cock straining against the fabric of his—tight, deliciously tight—boxer briefs.
He rubs a hand over it and squeezes gently, pulling yet another delicious moan from Lou, before pulling his underwear down too, his mouth going a little dry as Lou's cock falls against his stomach, swollen and so hard it looks painful.
"God, you're so fucking beautiful, babe," he murmurs, meeting Lou's gaze to savor the way his cheeks flush a little pinker than before with the praise. He runs his hands up Lou's thighs, pressing a soft kiss to his hip bone before getting to his feet.
"Where are you going?" Lou asks, a beautiful frown tugging at his brow as he pouts up at him.
"Lube," Oliver replies simply and that must be an acceptable answer because the frown disappears, replaced by a gently pleased smile.
"Don't be long," he says, just as a shiver trips through him. "It's cold."
Oliver smiles down at him, admiring the way his nipples pebble again in the cool air; it was about as cold outside as LA ever got but between lugging boxes and unpacking, they'd worked up enough of a sweat to forget it was January. He imagines they'll be working up a different kind of sweat in a few minutes but he heads for the fireplace and flips on the faux wood burner anyway, if only because he knows how good Lou is going to look laid out naked on the rug with soft, golden light flickering over him.
He smiles, pleased with himself, as he heads for the bathroom, finding the lube in the cabinet before pulling off his clothes and throwing them vaguely near the laundry basket. Sauntering back to the living room, lube in hand and hard cock bobbing with each step, he freezes in the doorway when he sees Lou with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself slowly as the imitation firelight caresses the hills and valleys of his sculpted body.
Oliver's cock twitches at the sight and he must moan aloud because Lou turns his head, a lazy smirk on his face as he meets his gaze. "Told you not to be long."
"I wasn't," Oliver replies, unsticking himself from the floor and heading back over to the god damn adonis that was his boyfriend. "You're just impatient." He drops to his knees between Lou's legs and pops the cap on the lube, coating his fingers as Lou watches, loosely fucking his fist.
"Ready, babe?" Oliver asks, reaching to press a fingertip to Lou's hole but Lou shakes his head.
"Kiss me while you're doing it," he says and well, Oliver's not exactly going to argue with that.
"Yeah, okay." He crawls up along Lou's body, repositioning himself until he's laying on top of him, chest to chest and cock to cock, lips hovering just inches from Lou's. He can feel the heat from the wood burner on his bare skin, disappearing the goosebumps that had appeared when he'd stripped off and it feels almost like that time they'd gone to a cabin in the mountains, sweating as they'd fucked on the floor in front of a real log fire.
That had been a good trip, and not least because Lou had agreed to move in with him when he'd asked almost accidentally, come drunk and giddy with it as he'd been.
Lou hooks a leg around Oliver's waist, pulling him in close and back to the present. "Hi," he breathes, looking pleased, and Oliver can't help but grin right back at him, feeling so insanely fond that he can hardly breathe.
"Hi, sweetheart," he replies before leaning down to kiss him like he'd wanted. He starts with soft, gentle pecks that would be considered chaste by even the biggest prude, ignoring the way Lou is desperately trying to open up to him, to pull him in; there'd be time for that later but right now, Oliver wants to worship the man beneath him, wants to make him feel cherished and loved like never before, and if that just happens to tease him in the process, well then he's perfectly fine with that.
Lou moans with frustration, the hand he slips into Oliver's hair grasping at his curls just hard enough to hurt in the best way as he continues to deny him his tongue, but the moan soon turns into a gasp when Oliver rubs a lube slick finger across his rim.
"Please, baby," he murmurs into the kiss, breathless and beautiful and of course Oliver obliges him, pushing a finger inside him at the same moment he finally slips his tongue into Lou's mouth. He both pushes in and kisses slowly, a double whammy of teasing that has Lou gasping and moaning deliciously into his mouth.
He's done this enough that he knows just how Lou likes to be fingered, knows just where to press to send a spark of pleasure shooting through him from head to toe and it's not long before Lou is begging him for another finger.
"More, baby, I need you," he mutters, breaking the kiss as he throws his head back against the rug. Oliver takes advantage of the improved access to his throat and leans down to plant his lips on it, sucking a mark into his skin just because he can.
He slips a second finger inside Lou just as he nips at his skin with his teeth and Lou cries out, bucking his hips up. The movement rubs their cocks together where they're sandwiched between their stomachs and Oliver moans into Lou's throat as the friction tugs at him, pleasure rippling through every nerve.
"Feels so good," Lou murmurs as Oliver regains his composure and gets back to fingering him, two thick digits pulling at his rim as he slides in and out, pushing at his prostate every time he buries them deep. He can feel Lou's cock leaking between them, creating a sticky mess on both their stomachs and even after two years together he can't quite believe how easily Lou lets himself go for him.
Can't quite believe he gets to have this.
He picks up the pace, just the smallest amount, still determined to make this last as long as possible but needing more. His cock is painfully hard between them, throbbing with each of Lou's needy moans, and he can't wait to bury himself inside him, can't wait to feel him surrounding him, hot and tight as they both lose their minds.
For now, he continues to lavish Lou's throat with kisses, with soft nips and gentle licks as he fingers him just the way he likes best, enjoying every noise that falls from his lips; it's a giddy kind of thrill knowing he's the only one who gets to see and hear Lou like this, that he's the only one who gets to take him apart and enjoy every last second of it.
"Oli," Lou whines and it takes all of Oliver's willpower not to give in to him immediately, not to pull his fingers out and replace them with his cock; he knows Lou isn't close yet—there's a particular way he tenses when his orgasm builds beyond the point of slowing down, a particular sound he makes that Oliver could never forget—and he plans to make the most of the opportunity to tease him senseless.
His voice is muffled against Lou's throat as he replies, "I'm here, baby," knowing that that's not what Lou meant. Lou knows he knows if the gently frustrated huff he lets out is anything to go by and Oliver smirks, responding by pressing a fingertip into his prostate, cutting off his huff with a strangled cry of a moan.
"God, I- oh, fuck- hate you," he sobs when Oliver does it again, biting down on his clavicle at the same time.
"No, you don't," Oliver replies, smirking into Lou's skin and then licking the spot he'd bitten as he continues to tease him, playing with that most sensitive bundle of nerves just to hear the way his breath hitches. "I have it on good authority that you love me, actually."
Lou huffs a laugh, fingers tightening in Oliver's curls as he pulls his head up. Oliver stifles a moan.
"Who told you that?" Lou asks, meeting Oliver's gaze with a grin, almost as if he knows what kind of a noise Oliver just held back on.
Oliver doesn't answer, instead smirking as he curls his fingers.
"Oh fuck, okay, okay, yeah, I love you," Lou gasps, half laughing as he squeezes his eyes tight against the press of Oliver's fingers. His hand tightens reflexively in Oliver's hair and Oliver does moan this time, a desperate, needy thing he might have been embarrassed about if it was anyone other than Lou beneath him.
"Love you too, sweetheart." Oliver pulls his fingers out, leaving Lou whining as he sits up and reaches for the lube.
He coats his cock and then strokes himself once, twice, looking down at Lou with what he can only imagine is a look somewhere between desperately turned on and hopelessly smitten; his chest feels too small for both his heart and his lungs, his breath catching in his throat because what the hell did he ever do to deserve this.
The feeling only amplifies when Lou grins lazily back up at him, the faux firelight flickering across his face and highlighting all the things Oliver loved most about it: the laugh lines around his eyes, the strong jut of his nose and the cleft that frequently made him lose his god damn mind. He looks beyond beautiful, looks ethereal like a sculpture carved by divine hands and it's a moment before Oliver remembers how to breathe at all, his hand stilling around his cock because how could his own touch ever compare to the way Lou is looking up at him right now.
"You okay, baby?" Lou asks after a moment, the softest of creases in his brow.
Oliver shakes his head loose, smiles. "Yeah, sorry, just… you look beautiful like this. I mean, you always look stunning but god, Lou, this is something else, baby."
Lou's cheeks flush pink at the praise, a pleased but also fond smile tugging at his lips, and Oliver just has to kiss him about it, planting his hands on the rug either side of his head as he leans down.
His cock smears lube across Lou's stomach but he doesn't care right now, not when he has Lou's mouth on his own, when he gets to swallow each soft hum of pleasure that escapes from his lips. "Oli," Lou breathes in between kisses, hands sliding to grasp at Oliver's ass. "Please, baby, I need you."
Oliver doesn't tease him this time, doesn't pretend to misunderstand him; he's kept him waiting long enough—kept himself waiting long enough—so he breaks the kiss and shuffles down Lou's body until he's where he wants to be.
Lou lifts his legs and plants his feet on the rug, spreading his knees to allow Oliver room to settle between them and an inordinate fondness swells in Oliver's chest; as silly as it sounds, he really does feel like they fit together seamlessly, like a puzzle they'd both been trying to finish for years and only just found the missing pieces for.
"Love you," Oliver murmurs again as he takes hold of his cock and guides it to Lou's hole, pushing gently past his still lube slick rim.
"I- oh fuck, yeah, baby, like that- I love you more."
Oliver takes his time sliding all the way in, holding his breath almost without realizing as the feeling of burying himself inside Lou threatens to overwhelm him; he's always loved the feeling of tight heat enveloping his aching cock—not least because of the soft, breathy moans it pulls from Lou's lips—and he takes a moment to savor it when his hips meet Lou's ass, his arms shaking with the effort of holding himself still.
The room is considerably warmer than when he'd first stripped Lou of his clothes and that, combined with the exertion so far, however gentle, has beads of sweat forming in the dip of his lower back, tickling as one of them travels down towards his ass. Lou's face and chest are flushed pink with the heat too, a light sheen of sweat glistening across his forehead and torso but it's too late to turn off the heater now; Oliver is absolutely not moving from this spot until he's taken Lou apart and then followed him over the edge, he can deal with a little sweat. Will enjoy it, in fact.
After a few long moments where neither of them move, held in a pleasure fogged limbo of sorts, Oliver leans down until he's laying fully on top of Lou, bodies plastered together from chest to hip.
"Hey, baby," Lou breathes, grinning a little dopily as the movement shifts Oliver's cock inside him.
Oliver smiles in lieu of an answer as he reaches for Lou's hand and twines their fingers together against the rug. With the other hand, he reaches for Lou's jaw, grasping it as he leans down to kiss him, slow and deep and as filthy as the moan that leaves Lou's lips when Oliver rolls his hips.
Lou's free hand finds it's way to Oliver's ass, pulling him in tight with each slow, dirty grind and Oliver gasps into his mouth, relishing the feel of fingertips digging into his skin and already looking forward to the bruises. He continues the slow rolling of his hips, swallowing every soft gasp and gentle ah and oh that escapes Lou's throat as he kisses him lazily, languidly; they're not in any hurry to reach their destination, merely enjoying every second of the—extremely pleasurable—journey.
Oliver can feel his orgasm building with each slide of his cock in and out of his boyfriend's tight, slick hole, can feel the heat gathering deep in his groin with every flick of Lou's tongue into his mouth. Lou's cock leaks between them, proof of his own arousal making a sticky mess of them both.
"Oh god," Lou moans, breaking the kiss and dropping his head back to the floor when Oliver grinds down hard against his prostate. "Right there right there right there-"
Oliver obliges him, burying his head into the hollow of his throat as he continues to tease Lou's prostate with the head of his cock. "Just there?" he asks, voice muffled against Lou's skin as he breathes him in.
"Yeah, yeah, baby, just there," Lou replies, sounding as wrecked as Oliver has ever heard him. "Oh god, baby, feels so good, don't stop, please don't stop-"
"Wasn't planning to, sweetheart," Oliver replies, huffing a laugh; in fact he wishes he could go on forever like this, fucking languidly into his boyfriend on his- no, their living room floor, the two of them lost in each other as the fake firelight from the wood burner flickers across sweat shiny skin, warming them as the setting sun turns the evening cool.
Forever is, however, unfortunately off the table; Lou's breathing changes, that particular little moan escaping his lips, telling Oliver that he's getting close. Oliver's not so far off himself and he grins into Lou's neck as he finally picks up the pace, snapping his hips now rather than rolling.
He punches a choked sob from Lou's throat with the first thrust and he can't help but agree with the sentiment as Lou clenches around his cock, hot and tight and so god damned perfect that he lets out a noise that can only be described as a whimper, a desperate, needy whine that has Lou digging his fingers so hard into Oliver's ass that he knows he'll feel it for days.
"Fuck, baby," he murmurs, delirious with pleasure as his lips find their way back to Lou's, needing to kiss him immediately. It's messy and urgent, both of them climbing ever closer to their peak and unable to slow down even to breathe, their chests heaving in unison as Oliver slams into Lou hard enough that the smack of skin on skin echoes loud in the quiet room.
He can feel his orgasm racing towards him but he ignores it as best he can; he won't let himself have it, not until Lou has come all over himself moaning Oliver's name.
He plants his free hand on the floor to give himself more leverage and it must change the angle of his thrusts because suddenly Lou is throwing his head back and babbling, the hand not still clasped in Oliver's scrabbling at his ass as he fucks him into the rug.
"Ah, ah, fuck, oh god, baby, right there, ohmygodohmygod Oliver-"
Lou's clenches around Oliver's cock as he comes, spilling between their stomachs with a soft moan and Oliver can't help but follow him over the edge, the feel of Lou's tight heat squeezing around his aching cock just too good to hold on any longer. He cries out with pleasure, the rhythm of his hips stuttering as he fucks Lou through both of their orgasms, white hot ecstasy burning through his every nerve as he fills his boyfriend's hole with his come.
"Fuck," he breathes as the last of his orgasm leaves him, limbs turning to Jello as he collapses onto Lou's chest, both of them panting hard.
"Yeah," Lou replies, sliding his hand from Oliver's ass and up into his sweat damp curls. "Fuck."
Oliver turns his head to look up at him, huffing a slightly giddy laugh as he slips his own hand to Lou's jaw, brushing a thumb across his cheek. "Think we can safely say we've christened the living room."
Lou chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest and into Oliver's, a pleasant hum that makes him feel all kinds of fond. "We did that the first time I ever came over here."
Oliver grins. "Yeah but we live together now, it's different."
"Is it?"
"Oh yeah."
"How?"
"Just is." Oliver smiles at him, pressing a soft kiss to the skin nearest his lips—his collarbone. "Don't need a reason."
Lou grins down at him, exasperatedly fond. "If you say so."
"I do. Which means we have to re-christen all the other rooms too."
Lou laughs, his chest shaking. "Jeez, baby, you just finished fucking me into next week, gimme a minute to recover."
"Damn, I guess this is what I get for shacking up with an older guy, huh," Oliver smirks, pushing up off of him and pulling his now soft cock out of his ass with a low hum. "Can't keep up."
"Fuck you," Lou says, grinning to take the bite from it as he swats at his chest ineffectively.
Oliver winks, smirking. "That's next time, baby. Fuck me over that kitchen counter real good."
Lou's brows furrow even as arousal sparks in his eyes. "You're a menace."
"A menace that you live with and also love."
"Yeah." Lou's grin is soft, his gaze so full of adoration that Oliver's heart flips a god damn gymnastic routine in his chest. "Yeah, I do."
Oliver leans down to press a soft kiss to his lips before getting to his feet and holding out a hand. "Shower?"
Lou looks down at his come-streaked stomach and nods. "Yeah, shower."
Oliver helps him to his feet, grinning when his knees crack loudly.
"Say nothing," Lou warns, and Oliver mimes zipping his lips and throwing away the key, grinning all the while because god, he loves this dork so much it's almost a physical ache in his chest.
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@louliverwinterweek, day 5: winter activities, snowballing/come play
2,171 words // rated E // read on ao3
porn without plot // established relationship // outdoor sex // blow jobs // hand jobs // snowballing // loud sex
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The cabin had been Lou's idea.
Between filming and various other commitments, neither of them had had the time for anything more than a few days away so a weekend at a cabin in the mountains had seemed like the next best option, far enough from the city to get away from it all but not so far that it wasn't worth the travel for a short trip.
So they'd found somewhere big enough for two adults and five dogs and set off, driving out of the hustle and bustle of the city and up into the peaceful quiet of the hills.
Their second morning is particularly quiet, a layer of snow having blanketed the world while they were sleeping, and Oliver marvels at the serenity of it; between growing up in London and then living in LA, he was used to the constant noise, the endless flurry of activity, and it's disorientating in the best kind of way to be able to go out walking through the woods and not see or hear another living soul besides the birds.
"I can't get over how quiet it is," he says, stopping for a moment just to savor it.
They're forty minutes or so into the woods, tracking footprints into fresh snow in that way that pulled at something nostalgic in his chest, reminding him of going to the park after school on the rare occasions it snowed in London.
Lou stops with him, grinning. His nose is red from the cold and Oliver stifles the sudden urge to kiss it.
"Mm," Lou agrees. "Especially without the dogs."
They'd left them sleeping in the warm, having already taken them out earlier that morning, and Oliver had been initially jealous—he'd been living in LA too long to be a fan of cold weather anymore and snow just got everything wet—until he realized how nice it was crunching through the trees, hand in gloved hand with his boyfriend, no one around for miles and miles.
Oliver pulls Lou in, giving in to the urge to kiss his cold nose before capturing his lips with his own. Their breath mists in the cold air as Lou opens up to him, a pleased hum escaping his throat.
"What was that for?" Lou breathes when they eventually break apart.
"You just look so cute with your cheeks all pink," Oliver replies, gently teasing. "I couldn't not."
Lou smiles shyly and Oliver just has to kiss him again, guiding him gently backwards until he's pressed against the thick trunk of the nearest tree. He plasters himself against him and pushes his thigh between Lou's, figuring they might as well make the most of being alone.
Lou must be thinking the same thing because he immediately starts grinding against Oliver's leg, slipping his tongue past his lips with a soft moan as his hands find their way to his ass, squeezing and pulling him in as close as he can get him.
Oliver lets him use him for a while, enjoying the warmth of his mouth and the heat between their crotches; he knows neither of them will get off this way but it feels good and there's something thrilling about doing it outdoors in broad daylight, a delicious shiver tripping down his spine that has nothing to do with the cold.
Eventually, he moves his hand from where it had found a home on Lou's waist, sliding it around to the zipper on his pants because, well, he has an idea of something even more thrilling to do with his boyfriend pushed up against a tree on public land.
Lou breaks the kiss, dropping his head back against said tree with his eyes shut. "Babe, I was just getting warm."
"So?"
"So," Lou says, lifting his head and opening his eyes so he can roll them fondly at Oliver, "I don't love the idea of getting my dick out in this weather, actually."
Oliver huffs a laugh, his breath misting and mingling with Lou's. "Don't worry." He licks his lips playfully, lasciviously, holding Lou's gaze as he thumbs his button open, tugs down the zipper. "It won't be out for long."
The snow cushions him as he drops to his knees and, though he can already feel the cold starting to seep through his thick pants, he doesn't really care, not when he's about to have his lips wrapped around his boyfriend's dick just the way he likes best.
"Oh," Lou breathes and Oliver chuckles as he pulls his pants and underwear down just enough for his hard cock to spring free into the winter air. "Fuck, okay, that's cold, jesus-"
Oliver smirks, planting one hand on Lou's hip and holding him against the tree as he pulls the glove from his other hand with his teeth. Dropping the glove, he wraps his fingers around Lou's cock, giving a few gentle strokes as he teases at his head with soft flicks of his tongue. Lou is warm beneath his hand and tongue, thick and so hard it looks almost painful, and Oliver hums appreciatively; he loves this—always has loved this—and the fact that he's about to suck his boyfriend off, outdoors and in the bright winter sunlight, is only adding to his own arousal, his cock aching between his legs.
"Please, baby," Lou murmurs, sliding a gloved hand into Oliver's curls as he presses the softest of kisses to his head, teasing a drop of pre-come from his slit. "Please."
The chances of Oliver denying such a beautiful, breathless plea are next to none and so he parts his lips, leaning forward to take Lou's thick cock into his mouth. He makes sure to hold Lou's gaze as he does, knowing how much Lou likes to watch him open up for him; if he didn't already know the sight of him on his knees drove Lou wild, the low, desperate moan he lets out would be proof enough.
He starts with just the head, sucking the tip as his hand strokes and squeezes at the base, teasing him just to hear the way his breath hitches.
"Oli, baby," he murmurs at one particularly pleasurable flick of Oliver's tongue and Oliver's cock throbs in his pants in response the same way it did every time Lou muttered his name like there was nothing in the world he wanted more.
Oliver hums as he leans in, letting go of Lou's cock so he can take him all the way into his mouth. Lou cries out as his head hits the back of Oliver's throat, the sound loud in the quiet, snow covered afternoon, and Oliver decides he needs to hear him again, needs to fill the woods with the sound of his boyfriend's pleasure.
He pulls off of him for long enough to say, "that's it, babe, want to hear you," before diving back in, taking his cock as far he can before pulling back and sucking at his tip, lapping up the pre-come leaking there. He repeats this, over and over, bobbing his head as Lou starts to tense above him.
The sounds he's making are gloriously sinful, a litany of moans and gasps and ah ah ahs that echo through the trees in a way that Oliver's not sure he's ever going to forget. His own cock is leaking into his underwear, so achingly hard it's god damn painful as it throbs with every breathless noise that leaves Lou's lips, every tug of his hand in his hair; it's a good distraction from the fact that the snow is leaching the heat from his knees, his pants getting colder and wetter by the second.
"Louder, baby," Oliver says, pulling off again and looking up at Lou with wide eyes and swollen lips—just the way he knows he looks best. "Please, for me."
Lou nods, his own eyes dark with arousal. "Yeah, yeah," he mutters, sounding as wrecked as Oliver's ever heard him. "For you, baby."
Oliver moans himself as he takes Lou's cock into his mouth again, a little in awe of the beautifully desperate man above him; if nothing else, it's a hell of an ego boost, knowing that he's the one making Lou feel this good. That he's the reason Lou is moaning and gasping and cursing into the soft, winter quiet of the trees.
Any reluctance Lou may have initially had about being as loud with his pleasure here as he is at when they're at home seems to have disappeared, a desperately noisy cry of oh fuck, Oli leaving his lips and echoing around them as Oliver picks up the pace, sucking Lou off like it's the only thing he was put on this earth to do.
He knows from experience that Lou is close; his breathing changes and there's a particular way he tenses, thighs going taut as he tries to hold off his orgasm, tries to make himself last as long as possible, and Oliver smirks—well, as best he can when there's a cock in his mouth—as he pulls out every trick in his repertoire, every little thing he can do with his tongue that he knows drives Lou wild, and puts them to use.
"Ah, fuck, baby, I'm gonna-"
Lou cries out, loud and oh so beautiful as he comes, spilling onto Oliver's tongue. His head thuds back against the tree and that too echoes through the trees, sending a thrill down Oliver's spine and his own cock twitching in his pants.
He lets the come gather on his tongue, ignoring the urge to swallow while Lou moans through the last of his pleasure, trying to buck his hips against Oliver's firm grip.
Eventually, the tension leaves his body and Oliver pulls off of him with an obscene pop.
"Fuck," Lou breathes, giddy and a little come-drunk. Oliver just smirks as he tucks Lou's dick away and gets to his feet, his own pants thoroughly soaked through at the knees from kneeling in the snow and, yeah, also at the crotch where he's been leaking into his underwear.
He gives himself a moment to admire the sight of Lou—cheeks flushed from both cold and heat, a lazy grin on his face—before opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, showing him his own come pooled there.
"Jesus, Oli," Lou breathes before diving right in to kiss it from his tongue.
Distracted as he is by Lou licking his own come from Oliver's mouth—he'd almost come untouched in his pants the first time he'd found out Lou had a thing for snowballing—he doesn't notice Lou pulling off a glove and unfastening his pants until suddenly there's a cold hand on his aching cock, thick fingers stroking him.
"Fuck-"
Lou pushes his come back onto Oliver's tongue as he gasps and Oliver does swallow it this time, savouring his boyfriend's taste as he jerks him off.
As aroused as he already was, it doesn't take long for Oliver's orgasm to build and he breaks the kiss, dropping his head onto Lou's shoulder as he gasps for air. He can feel his muscles tightening, feel the tell tale heat that means he's close, and Lou knows it too, picking up the pace accordingly, on each stroke putting pressure on the sensitive spot beneath Oliver's head.
He moans into Lou's shoulder as he comes hard, white hot pleasure tripping through his every nerve. He ruts into Lou's fist, his come coating his hand as he continues to stroke him through his orgasm, murmuring softly.
"That's it baby, want you to feel as good as you made me feel-"
Oliver moans again as the last of his pleasure leaves him and he collapses against Lou as his body goes boneless in the aftermath of his ecstasy.
The only sounds are their breathing—more like panting, in Oliver's case—and the soft crunch of snow as Lou shifts his weight and the peace and isolation is freeing in a way Oliver's not sure he knows how to explain.
What he does know is that he already wants to come back to the cabin, wants to spend as much time in the serenity of the mountains as they both can get away with, and not just because it meant they could have sex outside in broad daylight with no risk of being caught.
"Fuck," he eventually mutters and Lou chuckles fondly as he lets go of Oliver's softening cock.
"Mm," he agrees, tucking Oliver back into his pants and refastening them. Oliver lifts his head, a langurous smile pulling at his lips as he leans in to kiss him.
It's a lazy kiss, no heat and no hurry, and Oliver feels all kinds of warm inside when he pulls away, affection filling his chest as Lou grins right back at him.
"So we're coming back here, right?" he asks. "Next time we get a long weekend off?"
Oliver laughs, kissing him again just because he can.
