NATE
It might not do much, but that’s never stopped Nate from groaning appreciatively, his fingers pressing down against Locke’s tongue and circling along the warm muscle. He bears down just a little bit more, Nate trying to use his body to say the things his mouth is too occupied for. Soft little encouragements, warm praises for the right reactions. And between the first bite and the second, a quick, barely there ”Good boy.”
Nates hand works it’s way between their bodies, works it’s way into the waistband of Locke’s pants where it pushes for a moment, time enough to allow the other man to push his hand away, if he were so inclined. If no such protest comes though, Nate will press on, palming the length of the other man’s cock and pulling back to press his tongue agaisnt the bite marks he’s left behind.
Nates hand works it’s way between their bodies, works it’s way into the waistband of Locke’s pants where it pushes for a moment, time enough to allow the other man to push his hand away, if he were so inclined. If no such protest comes though, Nate will press on, palming the length of the other man’s cock and pulling back to press his tongue agaisnt the bite marks he’s left behind.
The streets are only empty when I need someoneThere's nothing to see here, move along!
