'Loud sneaking is probably good enough when you're creeping into our dressing room.' Kirley smiled lazily up at Oliver, setting the bottle on the floor and watching as the younger man joined him on the sofa.
'Oh aye, you can do wild?' K's free hand slid to rest at the small of Olly's spine, fingertips sliding back and forth slightly across the fabric of his shirt. Tapping his glass with the Keeper's he downed his shot, smiling at the burn of the alcohol as he swallowed.
Leaning back against the arm of the couch as he felt Olly's hand on his thigh, Kirley hooked his fingers through a belt loop and tugged the other Scot closer. 'How wild?'
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