[torn between being swallowed and swallowing everything that Nick is, he struggles to answer. words become lost on his tongue, hands hovering along his chest. he's searching him again, hoping he can peer deep enough to see what Nick is thinking; buzzed and horny on his lap. he's better than any drug, and he wants to taste every part of him.
a soft groan escapes him and his eyes flutter closed for half a second when Nick grinds down against him, hips instinctively rolling up to met his. no, he doesn't want to go slow. but this is special - should be special, shouldn't just be some fuck that he takes however he wants. right? his silence is enough of an answer.
when he lifts Nick's shirt off, it's all he can do not to keep going, to switch their positions and take him as he desires. mouth parts and his throat opens, closes, he loves — 'i love' — ]
Nick. [he breathes out, thick with affection.] You know I won't be able to stop.
[maybe he's using that to his advantage. his free hands glide down Nick's sides and grip at his hips, purely to manipulate them to create more of that sweet pressure with a slow and tantalizing rhythm. god, that's good. he hates that they're only half undressed.]
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a soft groan escapes him and his eyes flutter closed for half a second when Nick grinds down against him, hips instinctively rolling up to met his. no, he doesn't want to go slow. but this is special - should be special, shouldn't just be some fuck that he takes however he wants. right? his silence is enough of an answer.
when he lifts Nick's shirt off, it's all he can do not to keep going, to switch their positions and take him as he desires. mouth parts and his throat opens, closes, he loves — 'i love' — ]
Nick. [he breathes out, thick with affection.] You know I won't be able to stop.
[maybe he's using that to his advantage. his free hands glide down Nick's sides and grip at his hips, purely to manipulate them to create more of that sweet pressure with a slow and tantalizing rhythm. god, that's good. he hates that they're only half undressed.]