Early morning birdsong rang through the air outside, the sun's rays lighting everything with a golden hue and outlining the buildings with a heavenly glow. It was peaceful, pretty, and still early enough that no people were out...so one would assume. If it were any other time of day, it'd be easy to see the two men now, half-hidden only by the shelter of a few buildings. Their shadows danced along the cement, the sun creeping higher in the sky and shining down on them from the alley in which they were currently in.

Oliver grunted, back pressed against the brick wall and wrists pinned above his head, your hand keeping a tight grip on them. The fingers of your other hand looped around his belt, yanking his hips forward a few steps roughly. He gave a minimal amount of squirming, mostly just shifting his legs and looking up at you with a dark silvery gaze. "John Doe... you sure about THIS— fuck you!" He hissed out, jumping and gritting his teeth as you unbuckled his belt and threw it on the ground, already unzipping his jeans. You were completely sure, and you made that evident.

The blonde's head fell back against the wall, shivering a little as you grinned at him. Let's just hope the two of you were done before people started waking up around town.