I've been beat up my whole life
I've been shot down, kicked out twice
For the first moment, as pleasure rocks through him, through them, Nate can do nothing more than trembling, washed away along electric waves. He doesn't need the guide, but the hands close to his face are leaned into as much as possible, their touch felt now, like this. Another low growl leaves him, a chorus to the disjointed, overwhelmed noises that leave her.
As Hotaru slips further against him, legs spread and body willing, Nate is ready, reaching out with one arm to help support, the fingers on his other hand twisting in her once more, unable to resist the last tease, the last touch in the face of over sensitivity. He wants to bring the fingers to his mouth, to taste them, but that would mean pulling away from the lifeline Hotaru has given him, and he's not ready for that, not yet, so the hand slips up her spine instead, supporting her there. It would be so, so easy to not stop, to drink in this electric feeling until there is nothing left, until he's satisfied completely, but Nate can't bring himself to take that much.
With more than a little reluctance, he pulls away, shifting around Hotaru as smoothly as he can to support her, to pick her up like some kind of princess, the high priestess of an altar just for him. He has to move away from her leg immediately, to keep from giving in to the temptation of biting again, and what a temptation it is. Even with warmth pooling in his belly, he wants more, wants that electricity. "Was that what you were hoping for?' Nate hears himself ask as he carries her to a bed, sets her down, and sits beside her. There is a moment of hesitation, like he isn't sure he should, before his hand shifts, palm coming to rest over the spot he had bitten, pressing against it with more pressure than it really needed.
As Hotaru slips further against him, legs spread and body willing, Nate is ready, reaching out with one arm to help support, the fingers on his other hand twisting in her once more, unable to resist the last tease, the last touch in the face of over sensitivity. He wants to bring the fingers to his mouth, to taste them, but that would mean pulling away from the lifeline Hotaru has given him, and he's not ready for that, not yet, so the hand slips up her spine instead, supporting her there. It would be so, so easy to not stop, to drink in this electric feeling until there is nothing left, until he's satisfied completely, but Nate can't bring himself to take that much.
With more than a little reluctance, he pulls away, shifting around Hotaru as smoothly as he can to support her, to pick her up like some kind of princess, the high priestess of an altar just for him. He has to move away from her leg immediately, to keep from giving in to the temptation of biting again, and what a temptation it is. Even with warmth pooling in his belly, he wants more, wants that electricity. "Was that what you were hoping for?' Nate hears himself ask as he carries her to a bed, sets her down, and sits beside her. There is a moment of hesitation, like he isn't sure he should, before his hand shifts, palm coming to rest over the spot he had bitten, pressing against it with more pressure than it really needed.
Ain't no stoppin' me tonight
I'ma get all the things I like
NATE
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