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.
The confirmation was all Nate was waiting on. As soon as Sam answered, he was pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere behind him, his hands moving to slide into Sam’s shirt and ghost over his chest before tugging at the fabric. Nate’s hips rolled against Sam, a low groan pressing against the other mans throat. In any other situation, he’d try to be quiet, but here, with Sam, there was no need.
”I want you too.” Nate whispered, before trying and failing to leave his mark somewhere on the other man. He didn’t want to put too much thought into it, and focused on exposing more of Sams chest, pulling his shirt off and leaning down to kiss at his chest.
With his hips grinding down, Nate knew he needed more. With Sams shirt off, he moved down to kiss the length of the other mans body, stopping when he reached the edge of his pants. He looked up, his hands stretching out ahead of his eyes, and cocked his head, asking silently for permission.
