Funny the Way it Is | Florentin & Oleander
Florentin doesn’t bother holding back the smirk as he watches Oleander, eyes blown wide with the sudden bloom of arousal Florentin has evoked in him. He’s rewarded with a sharp nip of Oleander’s teeth, evoking licks of heat down Florentin’s spine of its own accord.
Florentin is the one transfixed now, by the sweep of that tongue over those lips. He’s tasted thousands before, and will likely taste thousands more to come, but in this moment, he swears he’s never found any lips so tantalizing.
“You missed a spot,” he murmurs, leaning forward to lick the barely-there hint of red at the side of Oleander’s mouth, too quick to count as a kiss, but too close to be anything else.
He’s already jumped from one thought to the next, attention back on the food by the time Florentin speaks again, feeling like what he might imagine a hummingbird feels like with how fast they always seem to be moving. He’s nervous in a way that he’s not sure he’s ever experienced in a situation like this. To be fair he’s fairly certain he’s never been in a situation like this, and certainly not by his own design.
“Hm--?” He goes still as Florentin leans in again, not quite holding his breath but it’s hard not to react to Florentin when they’re both so obviously aroused and both so obviously trying their very best not to succumb to their baser instincts. By this point Ollie is this close to just saying fuck it to dinner and getting to the good stuff, but he’s a) stubborn as fuck and b) spent the majority of the afternoon making sure everything was going to be perfect.
So, reluctantly, he pulls back as much as he can with Florentin still penning him in, smirk pulling lopsidedly at his mouth. “Okay...okay--” he starts, planting a hand in the center of Florentin’s chest and gently pushing him back a step or two, “I need to focus so you need to go stand over...there. Somewhere.”











