[is all he can manage. a drunk August is one easily manipulated, and here they are half above the covers with his arms loose and heavy around Nick's body. he's agreeing with him and his brows furrow -- did he say the whole thing? did Nick just say yeah in response? -- but his voice is a distant whisper and sleep is swallowing up whatever parts of him are left awake. he can't fight it, cant argue or ask any more questions.
he's out within a few minutes, forehead still pressed against his, the soft exhales of Nick matching his breathing soothing him into a kind dreamland. a kind one is an empty one, and there's nothing waiting for him there in his subconscious tonight. he wakes much later - probably in the early afternoon, to bend Nick over and fuck him into the bed before falling asleep (again). he fills another appetite that day, regular food isn't on the menu.]
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[is all he can manage. a drunk August is one easily manipulated, and here they are half above the covers with his arms loose and heavy around Nick's body. he's agreeing with him and his brows furrow -- did he say the whole thing? did Nick just say yeah in response? -- but his voice is a distant whisper and sleep is swallowing up whatever parts of him are left awake. he can't fight it, cant argue or ask any more questions.
he's out within a few minutes, forehead still pressed against his, the soft exhales of Nick matching his breathing soothing him into a kind dreamland. a kind one is an empty one, and there's nothing waiting for him there in his subconscious tonight. he wakes much later - probably in the early afternoon, to bend Nick over and fuck him into the bed before falling asleep (again). he fills another appetite that day, regular food isn't on the menu.]