so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge
before knowledge
and you want it dirty
"I know you do darling." Nate cooed up against the lobe of Sam's ear teeth making a teasing mark there as well before he rose up, just in time to watch fangs sink into his wrist. Just the action made his hips buck almost involuntarily, but it was nothing compared to the feeling that coursed through him from the bite itself. Fingers twitched and clenched, trying to find grip on Sam's cheek.
Under normal circumstances, Nate liked to think he had some finesse, some grace to how he moved, especially in bed. This was not normal circumstances. Nate shifted, doing all he could to get in between the bookmakers legs, a simple enough task made difficult by his unwillingness to take back his wrist. He dd manage, and groaned loud as he rutted against the other man, hips moving quickly and roughly. There was just the urge for friction at first, that grew into a roar for the slide of skin on skin.
Using his free hand, Nate moved as if he were going to cup Sam's face, gently, a tender, and unfitting, touch of romance in the animalistic haze. Instead of the romantic gesture, Nate tapped the cheek, not hard, but a clear order of 'let go'. When the ginger man did, there was an immediate rush to undress the both of them, Nate focusing on Sam first, making things work as well as he could with the bindings on Sam's wrists.
Under normal circumstances, Nate liked to think he had some finesse, some grace to how he moved, especially in bed. This was not normal circumstances. Nate shifted, doing all he could to get in between the bookmakers legs, a simple enough task made difficult by his unwillingness to take back his wrist. He dd manage, and groaned loud as he rutted against the other man, hips moving quickly and roughly. There was just the urge for friction at first, that grew into a roar for the slide of skin on skin.
Using his free hand, Nate moved as if he were going to cup Sam's face, gently, a tender, and unfitting, touch of romance in the animalistic haze. Instead of the romantic gesture, Nate tapped the cheek, not hard, but a clear order of 'let go'. When the ginger man did, there was an immediate rush to undress the both of them, Nate focusing on Sam first, making things work as well as he could with the bindings on Sam's wrists.
and no one can figure out what you want
and you won’t tell them
NATE
