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.
Nate was glad to see that he didn't need to worry too much about Sam. Given what he knew of the other man form their scarce interactions prior to this, he had assumed there might be some of that same shyness in this, but Sam, despite his embarrassment, was more than clear about what he wanted, what was okay. He had to bite back a laugh as Sam asked for more, and all but rushed to fulfill the request, his second finger sliding into Sam alongside his first.
"Look at you." Nate crooned, his voice rough and his eyes dark with desire as he looked away from his own hands and up to Sam. "You're such a good boy. I can't wait to be inside you." Dirty talk came easily to Nate, but having someone like Sam to talk about made it easier. He added a third finger, leaning in to kiss marks into Sam's thighs while he did.
After what felt like entirely too long, Nate pulled his fingers away and sat up, reaching for the pot while he did. He couldn't hold back anymore. In one quick motion, he had slicked his cock and was pressing against Sam, his clean hand moving up to cup the red head's cheek as he pressed in and groaned.
