terminally vague

so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge

and you want it dirty

It was good that Sam seemed excited, and not nervous. Not that Nate had really expected anything else, they hadn’t really talked about kinks, or anything like that, but Sam wore his submissive streak like a badge of honour. ”I’ll be gentle with you.” He promised, a teasing edge in his voice. The rope wrapped around the offered wrists, knots forming with a practiced ease.

There was the slightest pause when sir left Sams lips, Nate’s breath catching in his throat. For a moment, there was only amused surprise in his face, then a dark possessiveness entered his eyes, and he leaned in to kiss Sam roughly, all tongue and teeth and breathless desire. He pressed the other man back, holding his wrists up so they wouldn’t be crushed, and left him on his back. Nate moved to kneel on the bed, opening Sams legs while he did, and stared down at him, a grin on his face.

”You look real good like this.” A hand moved up Sams chest, undoing buttons while it went. ”It’s just too bad I can’t make you blush.” Nate laughed sharply, then leaned down to kiss at Sams jaw, dull teeth making marks in his skin. A thought came to him suddenly, and he lifted an arm, pressing his wrist against Sams lips. ”Bite me.”

and no one can figure out what you want

and you won’t tell them

NATE