Nate
There's a shadow just behind me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
Shrouding every step I take
Making every promise empty
Pointing every finger at me
”Oh, someone’s demanding.” Nate teased, licking his lips and leaning back as Adam pulled his shirt off. Eager hands and eyes drank in the newly exposed skin of Adams chest, Nate’s fingers brushing from his to throat. Shifting on the dusty couch so his knees were more securely between Adams legs, Nate shrugged out of his jacket again, dropping it on the floor with Adams shirt.
Nate loved showing off, on every way, but this was a special and rare treat for him. With his eyes now focused on Adams face, he slipped out of his shirt, exposing his own inked skin and flexing. The lines that had seemed blurry and nonsensical on their own connected in a scene of a rat and a snake, stretching up on arm, across Nate’s chest, and down the other, though that was far from the only tattoo on Nate. A line of stars sat under his pec on the right side, a fat, brightly coloured bird mirroring them on the other side of his chest. ”If this were a contest, I think I’d win.” Nate pointed out with a laugh, his hands settling back on Adam.
Comparing tattoos had never really been the point of getting shirtless though. Nate would have to be an idiot to not know that. He leaned down to kiss Adam again, rolling his hips flush against the other man in the same motion. His hands moved over Adams chest, settling whenever seemed to get the best reaction and lingering there a breath longer before moving on again. He pulled away again, this time to press his lips close to Adams ear and murmur ”Fuck, you know how pretty you are?”
Nate loved showing off, on every way, but this was a special and rare treat for him. With his eyes now focused on Adams face, he slipped out of his shirt, exposing his own inked skin and flexing. The lines that had seemed blurry and nonsensical on their own connected in a scene of a rat and a snake, stretching up on arm, across Nate’s chest, and down the other, though that was far from the only tattoo on Nate. A line of stars sat under his pec on the right side, a fat, brightly coloured bird mirroring them on the other side of his chest. ”If this were a contest, I think I’d win.” Nate pointed out with a laugh, his hands settling back on Adam.
Comparing tattoos had never really been the point of getting shirtless though. Nate would have to be an idiot to not know that. He leaned down to kiss Adam again, rolling his hips flush against the other man in the same motion. His hands moved over Adams chest, settling whenever seemed to get the best reaction and lingering there a breath longer before moving on again. He pulled away again, this time to press his lips close to Adams ear and murmur ”Fuck, you know how pretty you are?”
