so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge
before knowledge
and you want it dirty
Nate tried to not let himself get too excited, but Sam just made it so easy. He was so earnest, so easy to please, and yet all Nate really wanted to do was please him over and over again. His mind strayed back to things like love, his eyes roaming over the other, propped up on the bed, and swallowed.
A thought for another time, one he knew that was going to come up sooner than he wanted. ”Well if you really don’t know what it’s for, I suppose I’ll have to show you.” Nate said with a grin, wasting no time in moving to the wardrobe and retrieving his tool. He held a length between both hands, inspecting it, then snapped it suddenly, making a sharp, dangerous noise. With an approving smile, he looked into Sams eyes, something predatory in his own.
”Can I have your wrists please, darling?” Even though it was phrased as a question, Nate’s voice left no room for denial, quick hands already making a loop from the rope, spread open wide enough for his hands. ”We’ll get to the fun part after.”
A thought for another time, one he knew that was going to come up sooner than he wanted. ”Well if you really don’t know what it’s for, I suppose I’ll have to show you.” Nate said with a grin, wasting no time in moving to the wardrobe and retrieving his tool. He held a length between both hands, inspecting it, then snapped it suddenly, making a sharp, dangerous noise. With an approving smile, he looked into Sams eyes, something predatory in his own.
”Can I have your wrists please, darling?” Even though it was phrased as a question, Nate’s voice left no room for denial, quick hands already making a loop from the rope, spread open wide enough for his hands. ”We’ll get to the fun part after.”
and no one can figure out what you want
and you won’t tell them
NATE
