so you say you want a deathbed scene, the knowledge that comes
before knowledge
before knowledge
and you want it dirty
The noises Sam made, the desperate whine in his voice, it was perfect. Like the ginger had been made based on every fantasy Nate had ever had. His hands moved faster, a frantic edge to then as he leaned over, searching for a pot of lube he knew was around here somewhere. Spit was sexy and everything, but it wasn’t quite enough. Besides, this way, Nate got the chance to tease Sam even more, pressing a finger in one at a time and hearing the new orchestra of moans.
Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, depending on how you look at it) Nate couldn’t deny himself for that long. He rushed to prep Sam, moving a little too fast, just enough for there to be the slight burn of a stretch with each new finger. As soon as he thought the other man was ready, Nate pulled his fingers back to lube up his own cock, and line himself up with Sam, taking a deep breath before pressing himself in, as slowly as he could manage (which was not particularly slow).
Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, depending on how you look at it) Nate couldn’t deny himself for that long. He rushed to prep Sam, moving a little too fast, just enough for there to be the slight burn of a stretch with each new finger. As soon as he thought the other man was ready, Nate pulled his fingers back to lube up his own cock, and line himself up with Sam, taking a deep breath before pressing himself in, as slowly as he could manage (which was not particularly slow).
and no one can figure out what you want
and you won’t tell them
NATE
