NATE
Who could ask to be unbroken
or be brave again?
or be brave again?
Or honey hope even on this side
of the grave again?
of the grave again?
Kissing Sam brought with it an electric buzz that seemed to thrum through Nate’s body. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. It was... different, from other times they’d done this, coming apart with passion and romance and warm tingly feelings in his chest. This was deliberate, at least it felt that way to Nate. He moves his hands, and notes how Sam moves in response, files away the information so he can use it later, in more insistent sweeps of his hands, in the occasional deepening of his kisses. Nate didn’t know he could ever be so focused on another person.
The touch against his cock, as gentle as it was, drew a growl from him, and for a single dizzying moment that rush of instinct, of pure reaction threatened to overtake him. Somehow, he isn’t sure how, Nate swallows it down, along with the him that escapes his lover, and slowly rolls his hips down, against Sams palm. He breaks the kiss, just so he can whisper Do you know what you’re doing to me?” against Sams cheek.
Hands that have been patient up until now sweep down to cup Sams hips, fingers slipping just into the edge of his pants before pulling them down, then off completely, Nate shifting to accommodate the action. His hands returned to where they’d been cupping the gingers hips, stubbornly refusing to move past that point as Nate lowers himself back between the smaller mans legs and kissed him again, hungrier than before.
The touch against his cock, as gentle as it was, drew a growl from him, and for a single dizzying moment that rush of instinct, of pure reaction threatened to overtake him. Somehow, he isn’t sure how, Nate swallows it down, along with the him that escapes his lover, and slowly rolls his hips down, against Sams palm. He breaks the kiss, just so he can whisper Do you know what you’re doing to me?” against Sams cheek.
Hands that have been patient up until now sweep down to cup Sams hips, fingers slipping just into the edge of his pants before pulling them down, then off completely, Nate shifting to accommodate the action. His hands returned to where they’d been cupping the gingers hips, stubbornly refusing to move past that point as Nate lowers himself back between the smaller mans legs and kissed him again, hungrier than before.
And who could ask it to be sound
or to feel saved again?
or to feel saved again?
But stick around until you hear
that music play again
that music play again
