You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
"Ive fucked much nicer guys in much greasier rooms." Adam laughed, partially because it was true. The places he had worked in had never had high standards of cleanliness but had always attracted very noble clients. He'd promised them he'd never tell then sell the information for a drink the next week.
Nate did not hesitate to approach, Adam leaning up into his touch willingly and happily, glad of the appreciative way Nate explored his skin. It made him feel seen, beautiful, appraised like the most wondrous works of art; it was how he liked to be touched.
The kiss was welcome too, Adam immediately pushing his tongue past Nate's lips to taste him, whining as the other man pulled away. "It would be if you got on with it and didn't stop. Here." With a quick, singular motion Adam lifted his shirt off, exposing a slim torso marked with the thick scars running down his neck but also over his ribs, hips; slivery lines of history that had long healed. A tattoo of a compass rose came over his right shoulder and stretched to his chest.
"Lets compare tats. Get your kit off." He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.
Adam
It didn't.
