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The Saltburn estate was quite a beautiful, pictureasque location. An idyllic paradise of solitude, a quaint paracosm conjured from the imagination of curious children. The sounds of chirping birds and warm winds swept through the estate that gave it an even more perfect atmosphere. Such a place could be confused with heaven.
However, on the night of Oliver's birthday, it was a prelude to hell. Oliver wandered through the estate that had previously been illuminated by a brilliant sun, but now exploded with flashing, multicolour lights. The lights, the sounds, the people; they made him sick, disgusted even. As he moved, he caught glimpses of people enjoying themselves, but that much couldn't be said about Oliver. Even though it was his birthday and his party, he was on a search. Oliver slipped past partying strangers in search of forgiveness, in search of Felix.
He had to fix this; the thought of losing Felix made his skin crawl. He invested to much for all this to just go to oblivion, he had to find Felix and resolve this. And once he did, he was prepared one of two things to occur: Reconnection or death. If Felix didn't want anything to do with him, he would just kill himself. His entire world now revolved around Felix like he was the sun that anchored him to reality; and if that sun were to go out, well, there would be nothing to worship, nothing to idolise. Nothing to live for.
A thousand thoughts ran through his head that resulted in a wild, disorganised walk as he slithered around Saltburn in search of Felix. This was further worsen by his alcohol consumption as he stagerred around the estate. As he stumbled outside the manor, he thought of what to do when he found Felix; he had to think of a realistic script to follow. His head hung in a shameful, thoughtful display with attempts at settling what he would say to Felix once he was found. Clouds formed in his mind that prevented him from properly thinking. Fury began to boil in the pits of his stomach much like taste of bile that he felt in the back of his throat.
He wished that could preform a performance to Felix that would be perfect and successful, unlike his performance that entranced Felix. He needed this to be grand and perfect, but his foggy mind couldn't help him. He wanted let out a scream and slash at the air, but the people around him and the bottle in his hand reminded him that he'd make a fool of himself again. He just stood near the fountain, raising his head to the sky and making eye-contact with the moon. He wished that maybe the moon would descend and Selene would give him guidance, but alas, she wouldn't help. Or so he thought.
He lowered his head back down to eye level and, with a stroke of luck, he found Felix. His body was bath in moonlight, as though Selene was shining a light on Felix to entice Oliver. And it worked. He stalked Felix with caution while being totally fixed on his body, like starting at God himself. Once Felix had left his view by being concealed by the entrance of Saltburn's maze, his mind seemed to finally clear and his vision wasn't consumed by Felix's image. He had realised that Felix was accompanied by a woman as he entered, probably to fuck. '𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺?' Oliver thought. '𝘋𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺.' Felix would fuck anything with a pulse, and possibly even without; it wouldn't be suprising to Oliver.
Felix was the embodiment of sexuality, an idol of lust that recieved worship from a physical act. This was a sacred act that was preformed by many worshippers; men, women, anyone. Anyone but Oliver. He wanted that, that and more. He wanted Felix's body. He wanted life along side him. He just wanted Felix. He wished to be able to pear into Felix's mind and understand everything, explore a library of his mind. Every bad, good, 'boring', interesting piece of Felix's mind. But it was a wish that didn't seem realistic, like flying. He envied a life with Felix, and not having that truely disgusted him to his core.
These thoughts clogged all his senses, causing his vision to be pointless as his legs walked with no consciousness. Eventually those thoughts became less powerful and allowed him to realise his placement in the beginning of the maze. And with this new sight, he decided to encroach deeper into the patterned foliage.
He slithered towards the Maze, running through the Maze as thoughts did likewise in Oliver's head. His clumsy race, enchanted by moonlight, hindered his contemplation. He headed towards the center of the maze as he knew that's where Felix would go with the woman, stepping in big, sweeping clops to find Felix. He needed to find Felix to finally clear his thoughts and come up with what to do. He needed the image of Felix right infront of them, and no amount of imagining Felix helped, he needed the real thing.
The times spent in gallery and tracing the route of the maze allowed him to slither through with relative, but drunken, ease. It didn't take too long for Oliver to reach the center and finally catch a glimpse of Felix. Everything other than Felix was blurry and immaterial as Oliver's eyes ogled his Olympian body from the behind. Though he didn't see his face, nor what he was doing, it relinquished the cloudiness within Oliver's mind and let a thought slip in to his consideration. And few more.
What if once he confronts Felix with resolving of their relationship and he gets rejected? What if Felix becomes even more disgusted by him? What if, what if, what if, what if. He stepped back from the entrance of the center of the maze, clasping his mouth with his bottleless palm. Retracting from the dim moonlight, he pondered for a moment. And then decided what to do. He unclasped his mouth and reached into his pocket for a little vial he nicked from Farleigh, opened it, and dumped the contents into the bottle of alcohol. The vial had held cocaine that Farleigh was snorting throughout the party, but now it began to create a concoction with the alcohol. A deadly concoction. And with such hastiness that no thoughts passed through his head, he took a swig.
He decided that if he couldn't have Felix, then there was no point in life. He decided that he'd let Felix drink from the bottle too, so they would die, together. In Oliver's mind, it was the only way they could be together. He just hoped that maybe in their final moments, he could die in Felix's arms, feeling his warmth as their bodies became rotten and cold. But in order to do this, he had to perform. Perform like he has never done before. Make sure it is perfect. He had to make sure he doesn't mess it up like he did with his grand plan, the plan that partially paid off as did get so far as to be invited into Saltburn.
He then thought that maybe if he pleaded enough that, possibly, Felix might take him back, that maybe he will let Oliver stay at the estate a bit longer. He wasn't too sure if that would even remotely happen. It was unlikely, in the sense that Oliver had lied to Felix so much, how could he even trust Oliver when so much of Oliver he knows is an invention. "But at least it was an invention of love," Oliver muttered under his breath. Though all odds were stacked against Oliver's hopes, he still prayed he would be accepted back into Felix's circle, that he'd repeal this excommunication.
𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦.
He reentered the center of the maze, slowly creeping ever closer inward. He saw Felix facing the central Minotaur statue as a partygoer leaned against the pedestal, bopping up and down against Felix's pelvis. He watched the couple for a moment, imagining what it would be like if he could replace the female partygoer's position. He leant against the opening, his tongue swirling in his mouth which forced him into silence. He gazed at the unknowing couple with dazed looks as he fought control of his mindless tongue so that he could finally call out for Felix. And thus, Oliver's search for atonement began.
"Felix," Oliver droned.
"Augh, Jesus Christ," Felix exclaimed with such a frightened jump that Felix nearly flung out of his perfect skin. "What the fuck are you doing here?" The pair seemingly instantly disconnected once Oliver interjected. Oliver began to stammer towards Felix with an exaggeration in his preexisting drunken pace.
"I need to talk to you."
Before Oliver could get any closer, the woman that Felix was previously fucking, which Oliver realised was India, made a disgusted faced and accompanied it with a disgusted question.
"Were you spying on us?" India exclaimed with repulsion.
"No, I wasn't," Oliver rebottled. Oliver continued to creep closer to Felix, staring at him like a piece of meat, like a piece of the body of Jesus. His devoted eyes were so fixed on Felix that he nearly missed Felix's partner remark about Oliver and Felix's disgustingness and promptly break for a exit.
"Oh my God," Felix groaned into his palms. "What the fucking is wrong with you, Oliver; leave me the fuck alone."
"We need to talk." Oliver begged as be continued his creeping, unusual waddle towards Felix; totally transfixed on Felix's body as if it holy, and to Oliver: it was. He tried to take Felix's hand to just feel his touch but Felix seemed even more panicked by Oliver's skin brushing against his.
"We can't... We can't, are you fucking crazy?" Felix probed, head tilted with confusion and anger.
"You can't just throw me away," Oliver spat back, gazing up at him with soft, tired eyes. He didn't want to just another one of Felix's boys he brings to Saltburn for a summer and then discard them like worthless nonentities, something Oliver certainly was not. He leant in closer to Felix's frame, gripping slightly tighter on Felix's hand, but feels a push back faster than his eyes nor ears can register it.
"Get the fuck away from me!" Felix screamed. He pushed Oliver with a suprising amount of force and hast that startled Oliver.
Oliver didn't know what to do. The screamed commandment swirled in his head as he decided whether to follow it. The primal, obsessive aspects of Oliver's mind wanted to follow this request, to appease Felix's demands; but he also knew that would be the end of everything: their love, their relationship, his stay at Saltburn, his chance at becoming Felix's lover. All that, gone. And so he also argued that he should disregard this request and pursue Felix further. The thoughts became so unbearable and happening such a quick succession that he didn't know what do. As he stammered back', he decided that he didn't fucking deserve this. He felt a viscous rage build up in the pits of stomach, almost about to explode. He couldn't be discarded like this it wasn't far how could Felix do this to him just how just HOW?
Oliver exploded at Felix, gripping Felix by his tank top and pulling him down to meet eyes with Oliver's rageful eyes. And then, Oliver began to spat furiously at Felix:
"Look, I just gave you what you want! Like everyone else does!" He screamed abruptly, before dissipating almost instantly into a leveled tone. "Everyone puts on a little show for Felix. So I'm sorry if my performance wasn't good enough." Felix seemed almost frightened by Oliver sudden shift in and out of such extreme emotions. Felix was shocked and looked wide eyed into Oliver's, showing a fear that was also present, but veiled, in Oliver's.
"I think..." Felix began, "I think you need to see someone. You need to see someone, ok? Seriously."
"No. No, I don't," Oliver interjected, trying shush Felix from his endless begging. "I just need you to understand how much I fucking 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 you. You're the only 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 I ever had, Felix. I mean doesn't this just prove how much of a good 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 I actually am? How well I actually know you! I'm still the same person! Yeah? I'm still the same person!" He had migrated his hands to Felix's face, caressing it lovingly to comfort Felix. Felix seemed still tense, but less so from Oliver's strokes around Felix's chin and cheek. Oliver wore a faint smile and hopeful eyes that looked up Felix, both giving and begging for comfort, but was met with a face that wore a relaxed mask behind a frighten face. Oliver could see through it, after all, he knew Felix, 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘺 knew him.
"How can I be your friend?" Felix asked, trying pull away from Oliver slowly, "How can I be your friend, when I don't even know you. I don't know 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 about you that wasn't invented. Tell me, Oliver, fucking tell me!" He tried to push Oliver off but this time, he gripped onto Felix's arm with tightness that could cut off circulation. And again, Oliver's emotions switched like night and day once again.
"Well how the fuck else was I meant to get close to you!" Oliver screamed, tears in his eyes and stepping towards him as his tight grip began to slip, "You're a fucking 𝘨𝘰𝘥, and I'm a nobody. Of course I had to pretend to be a partially different person, but so much of me is the real me. I still love you Felix, can't you see that's not fake? And I won't be abandoned, I'm not going to be one of your fucking charity shows you bring here!"
Oliver pressed his face into Felix's chest, sobbing even more. Oliver was suprised by his genuine tears, it felt so long since he's ever let out genuine emotion like this, and doing this so close to Felix felt so comforting. But Felix looked stunned, as though Oliver said his deepest, darkest secret. "What do you mean?" Felix asked, wide eyed and flustered even more.
Oliver's sobs dissipated almost instantly, and was replaced by chuckling. He raised his head up at Felix with light, teary eyes. "You know what I mean," Oliver insisted, with distain, "I know that you like to parade around a charity case every single summer, bringing them here and playing with them like a 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 circus animal. Look what ye fucking did to Pamola."
Felix looked weak, like he was going to faint. He had tears welling up in his chocolate brown eyes which made Oliver slip out of his splitting emotions and into a guilty and empathetic one. Felix fell to the ground, sobs trailing with his fall, and Oliver joined his seating on the ground to comfort him
"I'm not..." Felix stuttered, swallowing his sadness to no avail, "I'm not a 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 god, I'm not a 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 attention whore, or a self obsessed asshole, or a 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 cunt with a saviour complex! I'm just... It's just... I-"
Felix continued to cry. It suprised Oliver as Felix never showed these vulnerable feelings, it made him uncomfortable but it also made him feel even more closer with Felix; that it made him happy that Felix felt so comfortable sharing this with him that maybe he didn't hate Oliver. And so, Oliver comforted Felix, rubbing his hands along his body and telling him that everything is okay. Oliver's attempts at comforting seemed to work as Felix lowered his head, silencing his weeps, and stare at Oliver with puffy red eyes. Oliver's eyes fluttered back and forth from Felix's eyes and lips, holding onto him tenderly by his shoulders as he slouched over Felix. He just wanted to kiss him.
Felix seemed to return the same looks, with a newly infatuated look that replaced a horrified one. He stared at Oliver with a soft, seductive gaze, a spark of lit up in his eyes that Oliver noticed immediately. So then they just sat there, breathing heavily and staring into each others eyes, waiting for the other to make a move. Oliver's mind went mad with thoughts, like thousands of whispers and murmurs racing through his head, all relating back to Felix. He wanted to kiss Felix, fuck him, worship him. The thoughts were so loud, he just had to follow through. And so, with lusting eyes, puffy lips, and hungry hand, he pulled Felix and kissed him.
Oliver's swollen lips collided with Felix's tear soaked lips with passion; Oliver's tongue slipped inside of Felix's mouth, fighting for dominance over Felix. Felix instinctively grabbed onto Oliver's shoulders, pushing Oliver out of the kiss. Felix looked through Oliver's soul, which left a shiver down Oliver's spine. He slid his hands up to Oliver's hair, playing with it as a smile grew across his face, but then abruptly pulled him in and took over the dominance. Felix's kisses felt so soft; pulsing tenderly against Oliver's mouth.
Before Oliver realised, Felix's kisses decended down his throat slowly. Oliver could help but rolling his eyes up to the sky and let out a gasp at the ecstasy of Felix's kisses and bites. He slid down against the ground, moving his hands around the ground trying to regulate the euphoric emotions he felt. He rolled his head to the side as Felix continued his decent to Oliver's collarbone; and though Oliver was in an euphoria state, his eyes were able to fix on something he was gripping that he hadn't noticed from the ecstasy and his slight drunkeness; a champagne bottle.
Oliver's eyes widened. He hadn't realised he still had it. He quickly thought of what to do, and dumped the contents out of bottle, trying not to bring Felix's attention to this. This was in vain, however, as Felix bit into Oliver's flesh, his hand julted and accidently splashed champagne onto Felix's back. Oliver turned his head to look at Felix and watch him jump at the sensation and see the last drops of contents being poured onto the earth.
"What the fuck are you doing, Ollie?" Felix asked him.
"Oh!" Oliver gasped, acting suprised. "Oh God, shit! Did some of it get on you? Sorry." Oliver raised his body to meet eyes level with Felix to make sure Felix was convinced it was just an accident. In those past few moments, he decided that this was an amazing experience, but that it was not going to last. That eventually, Felix would decide to make Oliver leave Saltburn, and so, he wanted his last acts as a living man to be spent with this man, this idol, this 𝘎𝘰𝘥.
Felix looked at the puddle of the champagne-cocaine concoction and then turned to face Oliver, squinting with suspicion. He glided over to Oliver's shoulders like an angel, but unlike an angel, he had a venomous glare that made Oliver scared.
'𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵? 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬...'
Felix kept staring intently at Oliver. He then let out a breathless accusation:
"You're lying, aren't you?"
Shit. Was Oliver's act really that bad, or had Felix learned how to tell whether Oliver was acting or not? These thoughts swirled around for a moment.
"What? No! Why would I lie about that?" Oliver asked, taken aback. He knew was a horrible response, giving Felix an opportunity to give a reason, but he could change what had just slipped his lips.
"What was in the bottle, Ollie?"
"Just champagne! I swear."
Felix still gave him a mean look, it was so strong and disapproving that he refused to make eye contact, making feel a great deal of guilt hidden beneath that skin that Felix was previously gnawing at. Felix finally turned away from Oliver, giving him so relief, and faced the spilt, and poisoned, champagne. He dipped his index finger in the puddle, and it held it up to his tongue.
"So if I were to just... get a little taste, it wouldn't be bad, right?" Felix asked, lightly chuckling to himself and knowing Oliver would react.
And so he did react. Oliver instinctively slapped Felix's hand away from his mouth. It wasn't enough to kill Felix, but it just happened so fast his mind relied on gut reaction.
"Oh so there was something in it? Felix asked, amused and sarcastic. "Ollie, what was in it?"
"N- Nothing, seriously!"
"Oliver!" Felix roared, startling Oliver. "What was in it?"
Oliver just stuttered, he didn't know what to say. Everything was happening so fast that his brain couldn't catch up, his mind just did nothing; being entirely blank for once. His stuttering continued as Felix's expression grew more angry. Oliver stuttered even more, the thought that maybe he would be exiled from Saltburn making his stomach churn. Oliver was just fixated on Felix's face, as he knew wasn't going to answer Felix with an honest response, nor a response at at all. Oliver's own face wore a fearful one, as Felix's eyes grew wider with realisation.
"There was something in that drink, wasn't there?"
Oliver's heart skipped a beat, feeling like it would spill out of his mouth. Felix just approached him, disregarding his gaunt face and shocked expression, and grabbed the back of his neck. Oliver wasn't prepared for the contact, flinching abruptly. He was pulled in closer to Felix, so close that he could faintly hear his energetic heartbeats. Felix held Oliver's head pointed at the sky, only allowing him to Felix out of the corners of his vision and with a full vision of the moon. It was such a beautiful night, a cool air blowing; he thought to himself just how could be content with dying here, and closed his eyes and hung his lips opening, almost begging for a kiss. And suddenly, fingers invaded his mouth.
As soon as knew, he pointed away from Felix, scoffing up what his dinner, and more importantly, his champagne. He looked shocked at the revelation that all the poison was out of his system, just staring at the pool of sick. Then, he felt a force pull him back and up on his feet.
"Why the fuck did you try that, Ollie?" Felix yelled, slapping Oliver across the face, Oliver was just standing there, mouth ajar. It seemed to Oliver that Felix could see through him, like how he could with Felix. It scared hm. He hated letting people in, and now, Felix seemed to get into his head like worm. "Ollie!" he yelled.
"Just why would you kill yourself, Ollie?" Oliver closed his eyes, trying to avoid Felix's scornful gaze. He felt Felix's hands graze Oliver's lower face, wipping away the sick and unnoticed tears freshly cried away from Oliver's mouth. Oliver opened his eyes.
"Why would you kill yourself, when you are so fucking beautiful!" Felix said, pulling Oliver in for a sloppy kiss on the forehead. "You're so fucking beautiful, Ollie, never do that again,"
Oliver stared on with fluttering eyes and an ajar mouth. Felix moved his hand up to Oliver's cheek, gripping it tenderly.
"Ollie, do you understand?"
"Yes, I do"
"Great!" Felix walked away from Oliver, causing a quick panic in Oliver. He hastily turned with speechless shock. What was happening, what's going on? "Wuh? Where are you going?"
"Well," Felix began, a charisma in his voice. "I highly doubt you want to shag in some dank ol' maze, now do you? And besides, would my bed not be more comfortable, Ollie?" Felix winked at Oliver before disappearing out of sight.
Oliver immediately without a thought followed Felix, going from the maze, to the yard, to the mansion itself, until eventually they made it to the bedroom; having their mouths connected at every turn as they swiftly passed partygoers. Oliver was totally fixated on Felix; he wondered if everyone saw them, and if they were envious of Oliver's position.
They burst through the door with unbridled hast as their bodies played with each other, looking as though they were one continuous entity, like a lusting god. They moved quickly from their shared bathroom and right into Felix's bedroom. Oliver was launched onto the bed with a push from Felix as they frantically rushed to unclothe themselves. Their clothes surprisingly slipped off easily with their hasty hands despite their gazes being fixed on one another. And as soon as they were unbound by their clothes, they flailed around Felix's bed ravenously.
In a fumbling thirst, their tongues slapped around one another's mouth and their lips pulsed in tandem. Oliver clinged onto Felix by wrapping his arms around Felix's neck to give him balance to continue his passionate kiss. Felix broke the kiss to begin descending now Oliver's neck, leaving vampiric bites and kiss on his way. Oliver just rubbed his head against Felix's lowering head as he stared at the bedframe, locking his legs tight around Felix's lower back as he accepted Felix's offerings.
Moans escaped Oliver's lips, biting onto his finger with lust-loosen teeth, as he lowered his back against the red bed sheets of Felix's bed. He presented his naked body to Felix like a holy sacrifice for Felix to defile, starring at the room's ceiling that flashed with multi coloured light from outside that invaded the semi-veiled windows. The hazy colours mixed with Felix's kisses were heaven, bliss. He nearly got lost in the euphoria before the sudden shock of Felix's lips grazing his cock shocked him from his haze of pleasure.
Oliver shot up to a seated position at this new sensation, shock and anticipation filling his face. Felix stopped his action and rested his shaven chin against Oliver's stomach, looking up at Oliver with doe eyes.
"Do you want me to continue, Oliver?" Felix spoke, seduction and tease in his voice.
Oliver, though red in the face, lowered his head down and kissed Felix softly on his mouth, holding Felix's face delicately.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Felix's tongue ran up and down Oliver's cock causing Oliver to let out a muffled squeal. Oliver slide up from the edge of the bed to the middle of the bed as Felix followed, still clinging to Oliver's cock. Felix looked ethereal as he kept his head in between Oliver's legs, sucking and slurping as he looked up at Oliver; looking in Oliver's eyes as he let out moans. Felix's speed began to increase as he bopped his head up and down Oliver's girth, exacerbating the pleasing sensation.
The room became a melt of flashing colours and pleasure as Felix continued. Oliver raised his head yet again with accompanying yelps and moans. He felt himself nearly cum but it was interrupted by Felix disconnect from their sensual act. A sense of abandonment washed over Oliver as his raised head lowered down to be consoled by the image of Felix.
Oliver was nearly flung off the bed when Felix lunged up at him, pinning Oliver against the crimson sheets. Felix looked angelic as his body was consumed by golden, red, then orange lights from outside; pinning Oliver by his wrists as Oliver's face flooded red. Oliver, in ecstasy, let out light moans before being bombarded with ferocious, passionate kisses. The flurry of kisses was ephemeral, but sweet; and was abruptly ended once Felix grabbed Oliver's face and starred into his eyes.
"I want you inside me, Ollie." Felix uttered, leaving a singular kiss on Oliver's forehead to Oliver's delight. "You're so fucking beautiful, Oliver, I just want to have you all to myself."
Oliver nodded his head impatiently, with wide eyes and rosy lips. With Oliver's nods, Felix grew a grin across his face.
Felix moved over to the drawer next to the bed, reaching into the drawer for things unseen by Oliver. He was then handed two things: a bottle of lube and a condom. Once Oliver had been clumsily handed the items, Felix lifted his gaze from the drawer back to Oliver with his previous, ear-to-ear grin. Felix looked perfect as he looked at Oliver hungrily; Oliver's own hunger, however, hastened his preparation, as he ripped out the condom, fitted his cock inside, and lathered the lube across his penis. Felix then grabbed the lube, put some of the contents on his fingers, and lubed his hole as he seductively exhaled.
Felix pushed Oliver lightly, bring him belly-up and waiting for impending pleasure. Felix then slid over Oliver's legs to his erect cock, and rested his ass against Oliver's cock. He went down to kiss Oliver's plump lips before raising his ass and then slamming it into Oliver's cock, making both of them erupt in moans. He immediately lifted his body up, looking up and letting out a pleasured moan and gripping onto Oliver's sides for support. Felix lifted himself up and down Oliver's cock as he let out small moans. He looked down at Oliver with a bratty smile as he continued, rolling his head around in delight.
He looked godly as he was basked in light, his hair and body staying perfect. His muscles shone with a glitter quality from the cool colours that the lights had turned. Words couldn't express how Oliver felt in these moments; staring up at this divine being as he was gifted this pleasure. Oliver's hand slid up to Felix's sides, wanting to feel more of him. He moved up to meet Felix and pressed his body against Felix's muscly chest, and hugged against him and gave him kisses. Oliver cocked his head up at Felix.
"You're so fucking divine," Oliver confessed, staring in awe. The thought stirred up in his mind so loudly that he just had to verbalise it, though he was not sure if it was the wisest thing to say. And it was clear it wasn't.
Felix stopped rather abruptly, sitting on Oliver's cock. He stared down at Oliver with an annoyed look that worried Oliver deeply. Cursing and whispering, parasitic, thoughts encircled his mind with a viscous vulture-like loom. As Oliver looked in Felix's eyes for reassurance, he only saw a slight disgust.
"Oliver," Felix began, pushing Oliver onto his back again and scaling along his body. " I'm not 'divine'", Felix rebegan his riding of Oliver's cock once again. "I'm not some fucking god, Ollie, stop fucking pretending I am."
Felix's rhythm and speed fastened as he pulled Oliver in for a kiss, that eventually devolved into a battle between their tongues. Oliver, though fully enthralled by Felix's passionate kisses, felt a deep sense of coldness that contrasted with the warmth of Felix's body.
"Ollie," Felix began, straining his eye open and gripping Oliver's face to catch his attention that had been occupied by the pleasure. "Do you understand me? I'm not... do you understand me, Ollie?"
Oliver nodded in agreeance profusely, having small tears well at the corners of his eyes.
He felt like he'd been abandoned, but that notion was being diluted by Felix's repeated riding of Oliver's cock. Oliver wanted that notion gone. Hoping to do so, he pulled Felix much closer, almost enveloping him, and spreading his arms around his back in a frenzied, hungry, shifting hug. It felt so good, it kept getting more and more pleasing to him. Until he felt he was going to cum. And it seemed likewise for Felix. Felix pushed away from Oliver.
"I think I'm gonna..."
Felix looked so beautiful as he looked down at Oliver, wearing an extremely seductive, almost begging face; Oliver just found it so brilliant that he looked even more beautiful than before. He reunited their kissing once more, more ferocious than before. He felt some blood swirl in their mouth, as his passionate kisses turned nearly to eating him, devouring him. The ecstasy lasted forever, pleasureful and passionate. The warmth from Felix was immense. Oliver felt at bliss and wished the moment would last an eternity.
Rather suddenly, they both came, moaning with each streak of semen that left their cocks. Felix's riding became slower as they embarrassed. Felix rubbed his head against Oliver's as he moaned lightly into his ear. A long pop echoed through the room as Felix disconnected from Oliver which caused a grander flurry of moans and pleasured sighs. A wave of abandonment washed over Oliver once again, to which he solved by gripping onto Felix tight, cuddling him and snuggling his head against Felix's. Felix returned the favour, kissing Oliver's forehead as they both basked in each other's warmth.
The sounds of the party seemed to have dissipated while they were in bed together as the star-filled sky was void of the lights that accompanied the party. Quietness basked the Saltburn estate with slight chatter echoing throughout; the only major sounds were the pleasured huffs of the pair as they drifted off to sleep, together in each other's arms.
"I love you," Oliver whispered weakly.