I don't know. I think my imagination can run a little too wild.
[ his mind immediately goes to the nasty brand still sitting low on his own back, the way that only he and william can see it, the way it won't heal no matter what nick tries.
but instead of asking more questions, nick just tilts his head again and kisses oliver. not a soft little brush like all the others, this is hard and a little desperate, and comes with nick mumbling straight into oliver's mouth. ]
( this is fine. oliver leans into the kiss with a soft pleased noise, tipping his head in so he can press his tongue into nick's mouth, pulls back to nip softly at his lips before he's--using his leg to push at nick's hips to try and roll him over onto his back. )
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[ his mind immediately goes to the nasty brand still sitting low on his own back, the way that only he and william can see it, the way it won't heal no matter what nick tries.
but instead of asking more questions, nick just tilts his head again and kisses oliver. not a soft little brush like all the others, this is hard and a little desperate, and comes with nick mumbling straight into oliver's mouth. ]
I missed you, so much.
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I'm here now.