That's all the permission he needs; Ossie bites into Giles' earlobe like a starved man at a feast. Not hard enough to draw blood yet, he still needs to gauge Giles' limits, but by the Wyrd he's fantasized about this for so long that he can scarcely contain himself.
His breath catches, and Giles has to hold Ossie tighter to keep from dropping him. Everything focuses down onto that one point of pain, the tight, sharp pressure on his earlobe, and the rush it brings.
"Ossie," he groans, already breathless "please"
Turns out the answer is no, they're not going to make it up the stairs.
Edited (ik it's Many days later but I realised I forgot a bit) 2022-12-27 00:44 (UTC)
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"Ossie," he groans, already breathless "please"
Turns out the answer is no, they're not going to make it up the stairs.