Just Like That [Len x Oliver Fanfiction]

Chapter 10 - Day 10 of 10

~3rd Person POV~

Len and Oliver's relationship went back to normal after only a few weeks.

Er...to some extent.

"Len, I wanna try something," Oliver mumbled embarrassedly, poking his fingers together.

"What?" Len asked, intrigued by the expression his boyfriend held at the moment.

Oliver looked away, his face a crimson red. "I-I...wanna try being the bottom...." He squeaked out, covering his face with his hands.

Len burst out laughing. "Fine by me~" He coped, smirking at Oliver as he pushed him down lightly. "Condom or no?"

Oliver squeaked again, flinching. "U-uh, y-yeah...." He turned his head away, pursing his lips slightly. Who would've thought being the bottom would be so embarrassing....

Len nodded, taking a square packet out of his pocket and opening it up.

"Y-you just had one with you...?!" Oliver asked, a bit shocked.

"I had a feeling this would happen," Len admitted, shrugging apologetically.

"You bitch!" Oliver hissed teasingly at Len before hitting him square in the face with a pillow.

"Don't be mean about it...." Len huffed, pouting. "You just started acting different and I made an assumption. Jeez...."

"S-sorry...." Oliver pursed his lips, hesitantly wrapping his legs around Len's waist. "J-just, c'mon...." He whined softly, feeling a bit horny now.

Len snickered. "Impatient," he commented, holding the condom in his mouth as he crawled on top of Oliver, quickly stripping the younger boy of his clothing, leaving him in only his boxers.

"W-who's impatient now...?" Oliver piped up, his entire body a shade of red with embarrassment.

Len huffed. "Shut it." He then proceeded to take off his own clothing, leaving on his boxers as well. After a moment of just taking in the view of Oliver, Len pulled down his own boxers and rolled the condom on.

Oliver blushed, looking away from Len. Somehow, being bottom is really difficult....

Len smirked, moving his hand up to Oliver's exposed chest, trailing his nails gently along the skin, causing Oliver to moan softly. He used his other hand to rub Oliver's nipple, pressing his lips down against the younger blond's as he did so.

Oliver moaned a bit louder into the kiss, twitching slightly with pleasure. He was already hard.

The older blond pulled away, laughing softly. "You're hard already...?" He asked, moving his hand that was dragging his nails along the boy's skin down to grope Oliver's member through his boxers.

Oliver moaned loudly. "Y-you're hard too...." He mumbled, pulling his knee up to run against Len's own member.

Len flinched, moaning softly. "H-hey, that's playing dirty...." He hissed, licking the boy's collarbone.

"W-we're already 'playing dirty'...." Oliver mumbled, moaning as he almost laughed at the stupid pun he was forced to make by the author.

"Oh my god," Len mumbled, snickering at the pun. "That's so lame." He bit at the skin of Oliver's neck hard enough to form a bruise, but not enough to actually hurt the younger boy.

"I-I know...." Oliver groaned softly, whining as well. "H-hurry up and fuck me already...."

Len flinched, blushing at the forwardness that Oliver possessed at the moment. He quickly shrugged it off, however, and pull off the blond's boxers.

The older boy didn't hesitate to push two fingers straight into Oliver's entrance. "Where is it...?" He mumbled, smirking as he gently but the skin of Oliver's thigh afterward.

Oliver let out a loud moan, arching his back slightly. "F-fuck.... I-it feels w-weird...."

"Yeah," Len said, snickering, "I would sure know."

Oliver shot Len what seemed like a glare, but his face was twisted with pain and pleasure that really, it was hard to tell. "Y-you told me 'N-no preparation'...."

"I wasn't thinking straight, alright?" I shot back, puffing out my cheeks.

"Y-you never are," Oliver mumbled, another moan escaping his lips as he silently cursed the author for all these puns.

"Very funny," Len said, adding a third finger as he did so. He thrusted his fingers in and out a bit faster, even starting to wiggle them around inside the younger blond boy.

"A-agh, g-goddamnit, Len...!" Oliver arched his back even more, tangling his fingers in his own hair as if he was trying to block out the pain. Or maybe the pleasure...? Nah, definitely the pain.

Len whined, "S-sorry!" He pressed his lips down against Oliver's, pushing his tongue into the boy's mouth when he got the chance. While he did that, he quickly slid his fingers out of Oliver and replaced them with his member in one quick thrust.

Oliver moaned loudly into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Len's neck as he tangled their tongues together, battling for dominance on instinct.

Len didn't give up easily, and fought back, moaning as he began to thrust his hips slowly. He moved a hand down to pump Oliver's member as well, adding to the overall pleasure of the situation at the moment.

Oliver let out a moan into the kiss that could be classified as a scream. He pulled Len closer with his arms around the banana-loving boy's neck and pressed harder into the kiss. After a moment, he pulled away, panting heavily. "G-god, I-I fucking l-love you...!"

Len panted as well, with the exception of his pants not being as heavy as Oliver's were. "G-glad to know t-the f-feeling's mutual...." He added, smirking as he continued to thrust, pleasure-filled noises escaping his lips.

"S-shut t-the fuck up," Oliver hissed, biting his lip to silence an oncoming moan as best as he could.

"N-noted...." Len mumbled, his breath hitching as he thrusted as fast as he could at this point, pumping Oliver's member as fast as he could as well.

"L-L-Len, f-fuck...!" Oliver moaned loudly in pleasure, gripping the strands of Len's hair as he screamed out the older boy's name.

After a while of thrusting, panting, moaning, and other good stuff, they both reached their limits.

"A-ah, f-fuck, L-Len!" Oliver moaned loudly, his cum dirtying both of their chests.

Len groaned as well, thrusting a bit more before he orgasmed, panting heavily when he came. "G-god...." The blond slowly pulled out of the younger boy, and he rolled off his condom, tossing it into the trash before collapsing beside Oliver.

The blond weakly wrapped his arms around Oliver's waist, pulling him close and mumbling into his ear, "I-I fucking love you...."

To which Oliver, quite kindly, replied, "S-shut the f-fuck up."