Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless night time sky?
"Shhh shhh shhh shhh." Nate's voice is a purr, and low rumble. One of those new arms moves to press a finger against Sam's lips, firm and unyielding. It only takes a moment before it presses into his mouth, exploring along sharp teeth as it begins to thrust in and out, out of sync with Nate's hips. The other hand squeezes tighter around clasped wrists, a distant thrill in the doctors eyes when he sees just how stuck Sam is. Just how in control he is.
Nate didn't need to be asked twice. Hell, he didn't need to be asked at all. With a guttural groan, Nate slams himself into Sam again and again, hands that would be bruising on anyone else wrapped around the other's hips and pulling him in with every thrust.
There is something to be said for an ascended's stamina, for the utterly inhuman pace that Nate manages to keep, chasing his own orgasm furiously before slowing, letting it drift away again. Something to be said for the chase, the need that overtakes him, rough groans leaving him with every move.
Nate didn't need to be asked twice. Hell, he didn't need to be asked at all. With a guttural groan, Nate slams himself into Sam again and again, hands that would be bruising on anyone else wrapped around the other's hips and pulling him in with every thrust.
There is something to be said for an ascended's stamina, for the utterly inhuman pace that Nate manages to keep, chasing his own orgasm furiously before slowing, letting it drift away again. Something to be said for the chase, the need that overtakes him, rough groans leaving him with every move.
NATE
