Pillow Talk: Oliver (Patreon)

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"Can't sleep?" Oliver's soft voice brings your attention to the man lying beside you, his eyes watching you with tender affection and curiosity. "Want to cuddle? Little spoon or big spoon? Get into position."

"Ohh, face to face, I like it." His arms around your body gently squeeze which you return in response with your own hug. "Think you can fall asleep now? No?" He quietly gasps in playful shock. "You need a kiss? Like here?" His lips press a light peck on your forehead. "Or do you mean here?" He aims a kiss at your brow. "That's not it? Then this spot." He kisses you on your cheek, the tip of your nose, your chin, anywhere but your lips.

"Aw boo, are you pouting?" He chuckles at your aggrieved expression. "But a kiss on the lips is known to wake people from their slumber. That's how fairy tales go."

He leans his forehead against yours and gazes into your sleepy eyes. "When you're asleep, I'll be sure to wake you up with the biggest, wettest smooch on the lips." With his promise, your eyelids flutter then close, the darkness pulling you into its gentle embrace. But before you completely succumb to repose, a voice pierces through the dark veil. A voice that tugs at your heartstrings and causes you to smile subconsciously.

"Sleep well, boo. I'll see you in the morning."