Reaching out, Kirley ran his hand lightly across the previously injured shoulder, fingertips pressing in lightly in a massaging gesture. 'Glad to hear it.'
Tilting his head at the comment, he just smiled cheekily, a definite glint of mischief in his eyes. As far as he could tell, he'd already taught the younger Scot a few things.
As the two drinks were set before them, Kirley shot Oliver a sidelong glance before ducking down and wrapping his lips round the glass. Tilting his head back, he swallowed the cream and liquid down in one. Only once the drink was gone did he touch the glass with his fingers, taking it from his mouth and setting it back on the bar.
Licking his lips, he gave his audience a little smirk. 'We're both good with our mouths.'
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