Sooo...
A breathy groan came from the young Dryad as he felt the warm touch of the other move down his body, feeling fingers ghost and grip across his skin, his body arching slightly into Oliver’s. He loved the noises, and the deep breath, feeling his chest expand, pressing against Rowan’s before his lungs collapsed once more. He moved his lips away from the other’s neck at the chuckle, a light smile on his lips as he moved to press them against the werewolf’s ear. “How do you see this playing out?” he asked, his tone breathy and clear, like a whispering wind through the trees. “Anything. I heal faster than you, so however your heart wants to play this out.”
The feeling of Rowan arching against his naked form was driving Oliver crazy. His insides churned in the best way, filled with lust and arousal for the Dryad. He didn't know what had come over him. His head felt light and fuzzy. When Rowan pressed his lips to his ear, his cock twitched, growing harder and harder. "Do you always plan your sex?" Oliver asked back, hands reaching down to pick up Rowan, his legs around his waist. "Let's just take it one thrust at a time, eh?" Presses his lips to Rowan's neck, nipping and licking.
