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.
Watching Sam come unraveled so completely so quickly was something Nate could very easily get used to. He hummed and smiled around the cock in his mouth, his hands growing tighter around the other mans hips. As much as he wanted more, Nate could be completely content just doing this, teasing Sam until he came and making a show of it the whole way through.
A sound that was more words than moans slowed his pace, Nate’s eyes focusing out of the bliss he’d been chasing to listen. Well now, that was flattering. He moved with Sams hands easily, dragging his tongue along the length of his dick as he pulled back and rose onto his knees. ”Look at you, all prepared.” Nate’s voice was rough, but there was a pure of satisfaction, of approval behind the words. ”You’re dirtier than I expected.” He accepted the pot and unscrewed it, looking at the solution curiously before dabbing some onto his fingers and swirling it around.
Without wasting any more time, Nate positioned his fingers, his other hand moving to wrap loosely around Sam’s cock, an initial distraction from the intrusion he was about to make. After Sam gave him the ok, Nate slowly pressed a finger into the other man, moaning low in his throaty at the feeling. He could barely keep himself from rushing through this, but he wanted this to be good for the both of them. He needed to go at the pace Sam set.
