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?
Nate couldn’t hold in the rough laugh that came when Sam tried, and failed, to open his pants, the end of the sound catching on a moan when his lover changed tactics. It took him a moment before he decided what he wanted to do, a hand pushing Sams out of the way as he popped the button on his pants, and pushed them down. His cock sprang into his waiting hand, the slow, easy smile on Nate’s face turning to something more serious, more genuine.
”As long as you’re sure.” The words were an offer of escape, probably the last one, barring the worst. As long as Sam stayed under him, happil, Nate would rock his hips down, the first drag of skin on skin making him groan, his eyes fluttering
”As long as you’re sure.” The words were an offer of escape, probably the last one, barring the worst. As long as Sam stayed under him, happil, Nate would rock his hips down, the first drag of skin on skin making him groan, his eyes fluttering
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
