NATE
The tragic flaw of charming men
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
is exactly as it seems,
too much grease,
can break down a machine.
As soon as he offered himself up, Nate felt like it might be a step too far, and Samuel's face did nothing to help assuage that assumption. He wondered where the hesitation came from, whether it was something to do with him, or something specific about the kind of not vampire that the other man was.
Nates head cocked to the side as Sam began, his brow rising slightly, a silent request for more information, one that was ultimately unnecessary. His mind had conjured some alternative that was far worse than what was said. "I'm always up for sexual pleasure Sam." Nate could barely get through the words without laughing, though he did sober up after a beat, hi voice taking on a more serious tone.
"I'm happy to leave it up to you. I've already forced myself on you one too many times." Wincing a little as he recalled his first exuberant meeting with Sam, he continued. "I'm here if you want to. As long as it won't kill me, I know I owe you, but thats... a bit much." The laughter was back again, but he hoped the offer came off as sincere as he meant it.
