(hot town) summer in the city
ryliver | ~6.2k | explicit | birthday sex, the horrors of being perceived
“Ahhh,” Ryan breathes, tongue out and grinning. Oliver can almost see the remnants of the wine sparkling on his tongue. “Come get a taste.” Oliver rolls his eyes but walks over to Ryan all the same. To him, champagne always tastes like someone carbonated a headache and then charged too much for it. But Ryan’s lips are sweet — white peach and honey — and something warm and yeasty sits on his tongue.
or: an ode to Oliver and Ryan's wet hot European convention season, long may it reign
1000 thank yous to @soupfic for the beta 💜
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