Just Fingers
Summary: Elio is anxious about a work event, so Oliver helps calm him down... by fingering the stress right out of him.
Word length: 1.9k
A/N: Canon divergent. Adult content (18+ only please)
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[…] Oliver sighed and shook his head fondly, “Elio, you’re getting stuck in your head again… come back to me please.”
Elio wheeled around again and frowned, “Oliver! I’m about to lead you into the lion’s den and you don’t even seem to care! It’s kind of hard not to get stuck in my head right now!”
Oliver nodded, thinking, then added slowly, “Well… before we both go get eaten by lions… do you need me to finger you first?”
Elio froze, blinking rapidly. His mouth opened, closed, opened again, then he said, “Well that escalated quickly.”
Oliver grinned and gave a laugh. “Yep,” he said, popping the p, “now grab the lube, drop you pants and come and sit here,” he said, patting his lap.
Elio swallowed and meekly went to retrieve the lube from their bedroom. Oliver grinned again, cracked his knuckles and spread his legs. He heard the pad of Elio’s feet as he returned from their bedroom and schooled his expression, projecting a demeanour of calm, authoritative smugness.
When Elio walked back into the room holding the bottle of lube they kept on their bedside table, he still looked a bit dazed and Oliver’s heart clenched slightly. But, as instructed, Elio walked straight over to where Oliver sat, unzipped his flies, let his pants fall to the floor and wiggled out of his underwear. He carefully placed one knee on either side of Oliver’s hips, his inner calves pressing into the denim of Oliver’s jeans and delicately lowered himself into Oliver’s lap. […]
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