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Easy access, though.

( in the case of the fucked up, magical scarring it had been his hand wrapped around a knife and the knife yanked out of the fist, but then speed and panic had been the name of the game then. now he thinks it's probably just a habit more than anything, returning back to that same spot.

instead of following tate over to the bed, nick turns to the desk until he can find a specific small box, with a handful of samples for things he's working on but hasn't tried yet. he crosses back over to tate with it in tow, but kicks his feet apart lightly and stands a little between them. )

And there was me thinking you'd become overwhelmed by lust. Do you want to try something now, or take it home? You can't sue if you die.

As fun as it'd be to make you take your wards down and book it - I'm bored, let's go.

[He's here for the something now, guinea-pig style. Tate's lips twitch into a tinge of a smile after Nick's nudged his sneakers to part farther and his hands slide down his thighs to his knees with a flex of his fingers against them. Nick just has this way of snagging his attention and making his dick stir to attention with ease. Tate cocks his head and focuses on what Nick's brought over.]

I was serious though. You break my dick, and it's over for you.

What are you going to do about it?

( he digs through until he finds two neatly pre-rolled joints in a bag with a blue sticker jammed onto the corner. the sticker means absolutely nothing, nick's organisation system relies much more heavily on his innate sense of knowing what he's holding rather than labels as a rule. he holds it out then, dangling the bag in front of tate's face but stopping short of actually handing it over. there's a lighter in one of his pockets too, but he isn't fishing it out just yet. )

This isn't that horny, it's just supposed to make you like— sensitive, I guess.

Sensitive.

[Tate echoes, curiouser and curiouser. It might actually be something of a joke someone could make - how Tate doesn't need to be any more sensitive than he is already for how close to the edge he often is emotionally. But thankfully Nick hasn't seen that side of him, pushy and childlike with indignation, so here they are. He doesn't reach to take the baggie; he's staring through and past it, up at Nick.]

Supposed to make me sensitive. You sure? Looking for confidence here.

You said you wanted to be a guinea pig.

( he is, at least, pretty confident that nothing nick has will actively cause any harm. sure, there's a little unpredictability in that it's tate trying things and not nick, but he's not particularly worried. maybe he could stand to be a little more concerned, but it's all worked out so far. something of a theme for nick, really - push on forward and have everything work out, until it doesn't. )

I tried this before and it was fine, just really weak. It just makes everything feel— more. Like touch, it shouldn't make you cry.

( shouldn't. probably. )

Yeah, well...

[He leans forward ever so slightly, as if to underline the fact he's putting some trust in Nick here but still has to take a minor leap of faith with him. He lifts his hand, cupping it a few inches under the baggie and expectantly looking up at Nick now. Hyping up the concept of touch is... appealing, he thinks. As long as it's not in a crazy hyper sensitive way. But he's all in, right?]

Gimme a light an' we'll see. I am expecting some good touches to try it out, too. Just sayin'.

( nick drops the bagged joints into tate's waiting hand, and he had more or less assumed that tate was on board regardless, but he still looks very pleased to have his suspicions confirmed. maybe he'll question at some point why more and more it seems everything they do together has an element of risk involved, but honestly he just isn't thinking about it that deeply.

he fishes out a lighter from his pocket, drops that into the waiting hand as well, and then flashes his own bloodied one. )

I'm gonna go clean this up, then I'll touch you all you want. You can get started— do you uh, want me to pull the wards first? ( this is maybe something that should have occurred to him before he decided to show off the magical set ups. )

I'm the only one that can go in and out while they're up, I don't want you freaking out or trying to vaporise yourself or some shit while I'm in the bathroom.

I won't freak out, keep me captive.

[He smirks a bit after taking what he's been given between both hands, digging in to fish out one of the pre-rolls and put it between his lips so he can set the rest aside and put a light to the tip of it. He takes in a long drag almost immediately, holding it in before letting it out through his nose. He waggles his brows at Nick on the topic of being his now pretty confined play-toy, before flopping back to lay across the bed and smoke while staring up at the ceiling and waiting for Nick to settle himself and come back.]

I've been trapped in worse places.

Dont make it weird. And don't touch anything.

( he's pretty sure there's nothing dangerous lying around, but it never hurts to be careful.

nick is only gone long enough to wash his hands, heal up the last of the oozing cut. the whole process only takes a few minutes, and when he walks back in he's still drying off the backs of his hands on his shirt.

tate has made himself comfortable, which is...pleasant. he's not going to think about that too hard, because it comes back around to that trust thing that he's trying not to examine too hard. too much closeness inevitably spells nick trying to ruin it, somehow, and nick doesn't know enough about their friendship yet to be sure they could move past something like that. he doesn't exactly think he could get away with an unwarranted screaming match here, at least. )

How's it settling, anything yet?

( though they won't know much without testing the intended purpose, so nick stretches out on the bed beside tate and reaches out to touch his elbow. somewhere easy, to start, in case it's too intense too quickly. )

[Tate snickers at that, but he obliges Nick and doesn't get up to wander around and stick his nose in anything that might end up singeing it. Instead he just stays flat out on his back, one arm stretched out to the side and the other periodically bringing the slow burning joint to his lips for a drag. He's not taking it slow but he's also not speeding through it - closing his eyes and enjoying the silence until Nick's back and next to him.

He touches his elbow and Tate's eyes flutter open, head tilting to the side and his gaze dropping to Nick's fingertips. His own twitch around the joint, and he can't be sure if he's got any boost to that but he does think it felt like a wanted jolt. But he's a horny teen and that could mean anything.]

Can't tell. Gimme a little more.

That's very demanding.

( coming from nick of all people that's laughable, but he walks his fingers along tate's arm idly all the same. he keeps going like that until he reaches his chest, which he smoothes across in a slow, sweeping gesture. all the while he watches tate carefully, curiously, cataloguing the reactions. believe it or not, nick actually takes this stuff mostly seriously. it's his job, after all.

not so serious that he can't have a little fun though. nick shifts, ducks his head until he can press his lips to the same spot where his hands started, following them along slowly. )

Tell me what it feels like. Is it tingling, or is it like...a rush?

It's...

["Hard to describe" is a cop out answer, he thinks, which is the only reason he doesn't let it slip past his lips. Tate's usually very receptive to touch - it's a way of showing someone or being shown by someone that you're important, or that they like you. This is that but then it's something else, a shiver of goosebumps across his skin as the downy soft hair on his arms stands on end. Nick's lips travel the same footsteps of his fingertips, and Tate feels - something. He feels elated, tickled, a little bit too-sensitive but only for a flicker of a second as the touch seeps in. Like cold water for a fraction of a second feeling hot, the senses are on high alert.

Tate lets out a breath through his teeth, hissing out of him as his chest deflates and he feels like his tongue is tied up. How do you describe a feeling? He wets his lower lip with a swipe of his tongue and looks at Nick's hand, alternating with a glance up towards his face. Wide eyed, expectant.]

Like waves. Warm, and exciting. They roll right through me - light, but good.

That's good, that's cool. Tell me if anything changes.

( he does a lot of trial and error with these things, but it's usually on himself. having someone else guinea pig a product before it gets to the final product stage is actually pretty interesting, as it turns out. nick watches with a real fascination as he smooths his palm across tate's chest, less and less nervous at the prospect of something going wrong.

he ducks his head to the sensitive skin on tate's inner arm, digs his teeth in and follows up by pressing his lips over the faint mark it leaves. his hand wanders, dragging slowly from tate's chest until it settles low on his stomach, and nick smirks. )

Any dick trouble?

[Tate's lips part like he's going to say something but then he has to close his mouth, swallowing hard once Nick's teeth pinch at his skin. It's such a small thing - nothing that would've been particularly enticing before, but it just feels different. Nick asks about his dick and Tate actually laughs, a hard exhale and a show of his teeth before his head lolls back and he sighs.]

Quite the opposite, actually.

[He grunts, slipping one of his hands down to grope himself through his jeans. They're a bit tight now, the harder he gets from something so small.]

Good.

( nick contemplates having some himself, but in the end it's more fun to see what he can tease out of tate, like this. he shifts closer on his side, tangling a leg around tate's and scratching his nails lightly across tate's stomach.

his head tilts to watch tate's hand movement for a moment, and he reaches down his own to press at the back of tate's hand, push his palm down harder. then he stretches back up so that he can hover near his mouth. close enough that their lips brush a few times as he speaks. )

You're not going to cry if I kiss you, right?

I might if you don't.

[Tate wants to feel it, the more pressure there is behind each touch the more it feels... real, if that's the best way to describe it. It makes him certain that he's present, solid and tangible and it's having a little bit of an unintended psychological effect on one post-death teenager whose existence sometimes feels less than stable.]

C'mon.

You should learn to say please.

( but nick has no commitment to that. he's already closing that little gap, tilting his head and pushing up a little so he can really kiss tate. deep and filthy, right away without any teasing. he reaches around blindly, until he can worm his fingers into the waistband of tate's pants.

he's mostly focused on the kissing though, on the slide of his tongue against tate's and the drag of his teeth against his lower lip. tate's already casually touching himself, nick can take over later. )

[Tate isn't usually this quick to make a sound - he's barely been touched but the grunt comes right out of him, pried past his lips when they crash gently against Nick's. He leans into the kiss right away, lips parted and his tongue sliding back; he exhales sharply through his nose and lifts one hand to cup Nick's cheek and to slide down the side of his neck. His fingertips drag, like he's not even sure what he's doing, shuddering gently while he bucks his hips up at the slightest addition of Nick's fingers by his beltline.

He wants to be touched. He wants to feel Nick more than he does already, so rather than continue to nearly grope himself he uses that other hand to slide in after Nick's fingers - guiding them to his cock quick and needy, groaning again into the kiss as he pretty much uses Nick's hand to rut against.]

( at first, nick is content enough to let tate just grind up into his waiting palm. it's all fascinating, seeing the way he's already groaning after his touch like this. they've fucked around enough now that nick can see there's a difference, and he squeezes lightly at his dick right in time with a well placed nip of his teeth, again, just to see how it might make tate writhe.

very quickly, he wants to see more. he breaks the kiss, just to see if tate will chase him for it. he wraps his fingers around tate's cock and gives him one full, slow stroke, just to see what sounds he'll make. )

How does that feel?

[He exhales hard, the first time Nick teases him with a nip of his teeth - barely shy of moaning. But that moan wrenches itself free soon after, with Nick's hand giving him one good stroke, making him want to chase more than just a kiss. He wants to chase more of that feeling, he wants - to be overwhelmed by it, which honestly wouldn't be too hard right now. He grabs at the side of Nick's neck, pulling him back toward him for a kiss before hissing out between his teeth:]

Good. More - c'mon, give me more than that.

[He's a touch desperate in the tone of his voice, the yearning is almost physically present in the room with them. He wants to just roll over and climb on top of Nick, and take that dose of more but he doesn't. He just grunts, gritting his teeth together.]

Please.

( it's egotistical at best, to get so much just from being so overtly wanted like this, but nick isn't especially concerned about that. tate's responding perfectly, and who is he to say no, when he's asking so nicely.

he tightens his fingers around his cock, sets a slow but firm pace as he strokes up and down his length. grinds his hips slightly into tate's side, just enough to take the pressure off his own growing interest in the situation. )

What do you want, ( he murmurs the question right into his mouth, grinning stupidly and twisting his wrist on the downstroke. ) come on, tell me. Ask me for it, I'll do it.

I...

[Want a lot of things. He wants to be fucking Nick by now, to feel him tight around his dick. But he doesn't think - for some reason - he has the clarity for that. He'll get too overwhelmed by the sensation, he's not confident he'd be able to do it right now. Not until he gets settled in this feeling, and understand just how strong it gets. So he goes to the second best option, one that makes his cock throb and his hips to jerk a bit.]

Your mouth. I want - I want your mouth on my dick, and I want it now.

( being told very specifically and explicitly exactly what someone wants from you is a kind of kink that nick hadn't really realised he was this into. the words fall from tate's lips, and demands like this can sometimes make nick feel very contrary, but he doesn't want to tease now.

he wants to give tate exactly what he's asked for, and watch him fall apart because of it.

nick ducks one last kiss on his face, landing more on his cheek than his mouth, and wriggles down the bed. he doesn't bother shedding tate's pants entirely, just yanks them down over his hips and low enough that he's got room to spread his fingers out across the tops of his thighs. he doesn't waste any time once he's down here either. he drags his tongue across the tip of tate's cock, enough just to gather any mess that might have already beaded there, and then he swallows down a good half of his length in one slow, smooth move. )

[It's an understatement to say it's a shuddering relief when Nick obliges him, cutting Tate out of his anticipatory purgatory buy swiping his tongue over the head of his cock and swallowing down half his dick in a fluid motion soon after. It's a good thing he started with that swirl of his tongue because it helped acclimate Tate to the sudden jolt, one of which that has him lips his hips as he unburdens himself of a loud groan of pleasure.]

Fuck - yeah, yeah.

[That's good, clearly, but maybe too much so - Tate's greedy, reaching for Nick's hair and curling his hand in it instinctively. He stops just short of pulling on it, and doesn't yet force him down on his dick the way he wants to.]

( there's this way tate reacts, like he can't really control himself, and nick doesn't know why but it's really doing it for him. the drug is clearly effective, tate's sensitive enough to groan like he's been aching for nick's mouth around his cock, and if he didn't have his mouth full he'd be grinning and pleased about that too. always nice to see your work appreciated, after all.

he does have his mouth full though, and nick is pretty singularly focused on doing a good job. he pulls back, just enough that he can suck lightly at the head, fingers squeezing a little tighter around tate's legs as he braces himself to slide his lips down slowly again. he doesn't stop this time though, immediately dragging back up and bobbing his head in a fairly steady rhythm. there's no rush to it, and he's still not taking all of his cock into his mouth. nick is happy to drag this out, after all. they have plenty of time. )

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