OLIVER
While Oliver had clearly finished in some way, he absolutely was not about to leave: not anytime soon at least. This was actually a perfect opportunity as he felt that Loren deserved some attention as well, seeing as the other three were off in their own world. Once Bastien had left him, Oliver too this opportunity to move as well. He sat close to the two and watched for a moment, contemplating what to do next.
Reaching down, Oliver pulled back up red paint. Perfect. So, while Bastien was ever so distracted by Loren, Oliver would move to press a hand against Bastien's side torso before slowly lowering his hand, smearing the paint along his side before finally, reaching his hip. Oliver could give it a rough squeeze, leaving nail marks that were very clear thanks to the paint.
Once his hand went back down to get more paint, Oliver would lean forward to press a kiss to Bastien's shoulder before returning with a hand of paint, which he would soon press to Bastien's thigh, once again squeezing. It was the best he could come up with and hopefully, by the end of this, Bastien would be the one most covered in paint.
Reaching down, Oliver pulled back up red paint. Perfect. So, while Bastien was ever so distracted by Loren, Oliver would move to press a hand against Bastien's side torso before slowly lowering his hand, smearing the paint along his side before finally, reaching his hip. Oliver could give it a rough squeeze, leaving nail marks that were very clear thanks to the paint.
Once his hand went back down to get more paint, Oliver would lean forward to press a kiss to Bastien's shoulder before returning with a hand of paint, which he would soon press to Bastien's thigh, once again squeezing. It was the best he could come up with and hopefully, by the end of this, Bastien would be the one most covered in paint.
i just want my existance to be
more than trembling
more than trembling
