[ they say it like a pledge -- and it is almost, in a way. nick could be sobbing and exhausted and broken and he'd still ask august for more. beg, probably, if he had to, just to get a little bit more from him. nick is so hungry, it's almost too intense. it's almost too much entirely, and god knows he probably shouldn't encourage a fire that burns as intensely as this one.
but. august's hand finds his zipper and nick's thoughts go blank, any rationality gone in favour of just thinking 'more, more more'. his breath is already hitching before a palm even finds him, and he moans low and breathy into august's mouth as his fingers find nick's cock. god, it's been weeks since he's seen august, maybe longer. he should be relishing this, enjoying every moment, but all he wants to do right now is tear off all their clothes, quite literally.
he's got some semblance of self-control--but only a little. enough that he starts fumbling for buttons when he wants to rip them open, pushing at his and august's waistbands one after the other, trying to wiggle them down without sacrificing any of the contact they're sharing. ]
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[ they say it like a pledge -- and it is almost, in a way. nick could be sobbing and exhausted and broken and he'd still ask august for more. beg, probably, if he had to, just to get a little bit more from him. nick is so hungry, it's almost too intense. it's almost too much entirely, and god knows he probably shouldn't encourage a fire that burns as intensely as this one.
but. august's hand finds his zipper and nick's thoughts go blank, any rationality gone in favour of just thinking 'more, more more'. his breath is already hitching before a palm even finds him, and he moans low and breathy into august's mouth as his fingers find nick's cock. god, it's been weeks since he's seen august, maybe longer. he should be relishing this, enjoying every moment, but all he wants to do right now is tear off all their clothes, quite literally.
he's got some semblance of self-control--but only a little. enough that he starts fumbling for buttons when he wants to rip them open, pushing at his and august's waistbands one after the other, trying to wiggle them down without sacrificing any of the contact they're sharing. ]