NATE
“Anymore.” Nate repeats, his grin slow and wide, distracted by something that comes apparent quickly, as they shift and Locke is pressed into the bed. As Nate’s teeth press into his throat. It’s impossible to tell if the low moon that drags itself from the ascendeds throat is spurred on by the pleasure of the bite, or the sudden hand distinguish in his hair.
There’s no actual denial, no shove to really get him away. Even the hand on his chest isn’t really a deterrent, though Nate doesn’t press himself more against Locke until it begins to slip away, a pleased rumble purred into the accepted’s skin. The fingers on Nate’s free hand rise as soon as the moan echoes out of Locke, a half ass attempt to shush him before they slip into his mouth and press against his tongue instead.
Nate pulls away, long enough to afford them both a breath. A moment of clarity for himself, and a chance to readjust, his knee firmly between Locke’s legs and his body heavy over the other man. It’s not enough time to afford the same to Locke, barely a moment before Nate’s teeth sink into his neck again.
There’s no actual denial, no shove to really get him away. Even the hand on his chest isn’t really a deterrent, though Nate doesn’t press himself more against Locke until it begins to slip away, a pleased rumble purred into the accepted’s skin. The fingers on Nate’s free hand rise as soon as the moan echoes out of Locke, a half ass attempt to shush him before they slip into his mouth and press against his tongue instead.
Nate pulls away, long enough to afford them both a breath. A moment of clarity for himself, and a chance to readjust, his knee firmly between Locke’s legs and his body heavy over the other man. It’s not enough time to afford the same to Locke, barely a moment before Nate’s teeth sink into his neck again.
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