LOCKE
Good boy. Two very simple little words and Locke is utterly broken by them. He whines, the heat building up in his belly is almost unbearable now. Everything the other man does serves to stir him up but none of it relieves the pressure. His fist tightens in the black curls, something to keep him grounded. He manages to force himself to relax again, a shaky breath as he tries to get his bearings. He wonders if it's always like this.
Locke doesn't push the hand that's inching down his chest away, not when it gets to his belly, and definitely not when it slips under his clothes. Oh. Oh. An almost nervous laugh bubbles up in the back of Locke's throat. "Hey, uh, Nate.." Another shaky breath that's interrupted by a soft moan, "Might.. Might be over a touch quick.. If you do that." Not that he couldn't go again but hey! Might as well warn him. Or whatever that was. His face is flushed with both lust and embarrassment and he's not sure which one is stronger.
Locke doesn't push the hand that's inching down his chest away, not when it gets to his belly, and definitely not when it slips under his clothes. Oh. Oh. An almost nervous laugh bubbles up in the back of Locke's throat. "Hey, uh, Nate.." Another shaky breath that's interrupted by a soft moan, "Might.. Might be over a touch quick.. If you do that." Not that he couldn't go again but hey! Might as well warn him. Or whatever that was. His face is flushed with both lust and embarrassment and he's not sure which one is stronger.
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
