[the collar of August's shirt stretches, shirt draping around his shoulders as Nick fumbles along the buttons. hearing him moan is enough to make him rock his hips forward, finding friction against anything he can. it's been longer for him, maybe a year or more. he almost forgot how having Nick beneath him felt, but the second they fell into each other's bodies, everything came back to him. when he moans into his mouth, he bites back his own, low in his throat.
fist full of his cock, he's pumping him a bit faster with each stroke, then slowing the pace down. their spit lubed his hand well; only slick wet sounds and their heavy breaths filling the air. he doesn't want to let him go, even as Nick pushes at their waistbands and has their clothes inching down. more clashing of lips, he's slowing down.]
Fuck. Hold on - hold on.
[the only time he swears is in the bedroom, loosened up and warmed with sex on the menu. they can't get very far if August keeps him pinned, so he pulls away just long enough to discard his clothes and get Nick out of his. back on top of him, skin to skin, his mouth with sensual kisses against his neck as one hand is back to where he wants it to be: working his dick while his own aches to be touched.]
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fist full of his cock, he's pumping him a bit faster with each stroke, then slowing the pace down. their spit lubed his hand well; only slick wet sounds and their heavy breaths filling the air. he doesn't want to let him go, even as Nick pushes at their waistbands and has their clothes inching down. more clashing of lips, he's slowing down.]
Fuck. Hold on - hold on.
[the only time he swears is in the bedroom, loosened up and warmed with sex on the menu. they can't get very far if August keeps him pinned, so he pulls away just long enough to discard his clothes and get Nick out of his. back on top of him, skin to skin, his mouth with sensual kisses against his neck as one hand is back to where he wants it to be: working his dick while his own aches to be touched.]