Oliver wears a suit and Connor likes it…this is the worst, i’m the worst, i’m going to hide now“Well, what do you think?”
At the sound of Oliver’s voice, Connor tosses down the months-old magazine he’d been leafing through and looks up. He stands as Oliver walks out of the dressing room, outfitted in a black tux and carrying a jacket.
Fuck he’s gorgeous.
The shirt and vest are fitted and show how perfectly Oliver’s strong shoulders taper down to a trim waist. The pants rest so cleanly on his hips that Connor just wants to grip right there and feel Oliver’s skin heat under the layers of cotton. Oliver walks past to a three-way mirror across the room and Connor’s given a perfect view of how well those pants frame Oliver’s ass. Oliver slips the jacket over his shoulders and buttons it and Connor is practically brought to his knees. Oliver like this, perfectly pressed and wrapped up in all of those clean lines, makes Connor just want to destroy him in the filthiest ways.
God bless his sister and her vow renewal ceremony and her brilliant idea to ask Oliver to be an usher.
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