You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
As his hair was grasped and pulled Adam gasped, strained to look down at Nate with half-lidded and cloudy eyes, a desperate tone beginning to take hold of his breaths. He was not normally so into rough stuff, but there was something about the way Nate took so readily, as if he were owed the parts of Adam he wanted; that excited him in a way he hadn't known he had in him.
Nate leaned down and whispered a delicious suggestion into his ear, Adam's enthusiastic yes pulled from his lips by the sudden bite on his skin. "Mmmm. I think that's a good fucking idea. Because you know what?"
Adam grinned, grabbing Nate's jaw and pulling him so they were looking eye to eye. "I might be a whore, but I get the impression you like that, and you'd love to fuck me." With that said he grabbed Nate's cock, rubbed his thumb across the tip. "So come on." Yet more challenge in his tone, he laid back and removed his hand, seeing what Nate would do.
Adam
It didn't.
