NATE
"You're sayin' that like it's not the goal sweetheart." Warmth pours off Nate's tongue as easily as it burns through his teeth. His head draws back, a stuttered noise leaving his throat as he tugs against the hand tangled in his hair, and takes in the full picture he's painted, the arousal and embarrassment splashed across his face. With his intentions in the open Nate dives in, his hand twisting to wrap around Locke's cock, teasing as much as he can in the cramped position they've found themselves in.
Hips shift just a little with the rhythm of his hand, some mindless muscle memory grinding against Locke's thigh as if it would bring some kind of relief. As if it could hold a candle to the intense focus of Nate's gaze, his tongue dipping out of his mouth as he drags more pleasure from Locke, his hand adjusting whenever he finds something that brings some new hitch in the accepted breath.
Hips shift just a little with the rhythm of his hand, some mindless muscle memory grinding against Locke's thigh as if it would bring some kind of relief. As if it could hold a candle to the intense focus of Nate's gaze, his tongue dipping out of his mouth as he drags more pleasure from Locke, his hand adjusting whenever he finds something that brings some new hitch in the accepted breath.
The streets are only empty when I need someoneThere's nothing to see here, move along!
