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.
A wide grin spread over Nate’s face as he heard Sams words, the expression clearly pressed into Sams neck. ”You have no idea what you’re offering.” He laughed, before moving his hands, sliding them down the length of Sams and settling on his hips. Thumbs rubbed lightly over pale skin, then squeezed, Nate’s grip vicelike to hold Sam in place while he moved his hips, as fast and hard as he could manage.
Nate had never been the type of man to believe in any kind of instant connection, not really, but something about Sam got him in the gut, in every way. He was handsome, unfairly so, and kind in a way Nate wanted to protect. And now, feeling the way they fit together so seemingly perfectly, it was hard to not feel a flutter in his chest.
That was a dangerous place to begin to drift though, too sentimental and soft. Nate focused on the moment instead, filth pouring from his mouth in place of moans. ”I could have been doing this from the start. Fucking you like this. You like it don’t you? You can’t hide it from me.” Already, Nate could feel the orgasm building in him, and redoubled his movements, intent on dragging Sam to the same peak he was approaching.
