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[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. )

[Several more profane words escape Tate's lips as his head lolls back and side to side, feeling like he's already peaking only to find more's yet to come. He doesn't blow his load like he feels he's about to, he just suffers the pleasure with a shuddering breath and a few moments in which he completely forgets how to breathe. His fingers rake through Nick's hair, starting to grab and pull depending on where on his dick Nick's lips happen to be - and the insistent little tug comes whenever he's close to taking more of him in, silently pleading for it while the rest of his body writhes.]

Shit, Nick.

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