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.
Fingers on his chest drew Nate’s eyes down, a wicked grin spreading over his face. Nate was not vain, not really, but he appreciated being appreciated. Especially by someone like Samuel. The stark paleness of the other mans hand on him only highlighted the differences between them, Sam pale and delicate, made of long angles. ”Of course I want you. Look at you.” Nate said it like he couldn’t believe it was a question. It wasn’t to him.
Nate was glad for the chance to move along Sams body, the hands in his hair keeping him grounded on the way to his goal. He was given permission to pull down the pants that kept him from his goal. The words ”Good boy” purred from his lips and he pulled them down.
There wasn’t a second wasted, as soon as Sam was exposed Nate was kissing around the base of his cock, his hands spread out over the others mana hips, holding him firmly. Nate’s eyes stayed focused on Sams face, watching for any change. He might not be practiced at blowjobs, but Sam didn’t exactly seem practiced with... well, most things of this nature.
