█ ▌┋❝ Don’t push your luck or else I’ll headbutt you in the stomach. ( my dog. )

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               ❝ I prefer bein’ called Ollie, or Charles, or something normal, like ‘love’ or ‘sweetheart’, y’know ? Y’don’ see me callin’ you my pain in the ass, do you ? ❞ Oliver rolls his eyes as he nuzzles Aiden’s nose affably, his smirk remaining as he fixes his gaze on his ever familiar face—his words hold no venom, only jest. He tilts his head a little before bravely leaning forward & kissing his lips fleetingly ; ❝ You’re lucky you’re cute, Aiden… ❞ Is all he mutters jokingly against the other’s lips before pressing them together again, relishing in their close proximity.        

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             The male bares an open grin when they brushed noses, a soft chuckle leaving his lips afterwards. ❝ What ? Oh, come ON, just calling you OLIVER isn’t as fun, though. ❞ The smile retains before & after Oliver gave a brisk ( but meaningful. ) kiss as he mindless chases after the other’s when they depart. ❝ I know I am. Thank you for reminding me. ❞ The redhead replies with a heavy breath before he began to entangle himself again when he gently put a tighter grip on Oliver’s ebony locks. & the worst part is Oliver has such an inciting taste that when their lips meshed he was always so easily HOOKED