[ a few things happen at once, the blood in his mouth, the words in his ears, the vow made so loud that august might well have been screaming it in his face, and he can feel the words sinking into that pricklling all over his skin. nick's eyes well up, filled with tears that don't actually spill, not even when august pulls his fingers out and leaves him empty and wanting.
because of course it was just for a moment. he knows it's coming, knows it's probably just a little too fast, but he wants that too. this isn't the first time that nick has liked the burn of being fucked just a fraction too fast, too needy and impatient to wait to be fully stretched and prepped. and in this moment in particular, with august's blood on his lips and words like a vice around his heart, it's right.
nick moans loud and shameless as august bottoms out inside of him, legs back up around his hips, hands reaching up for whatever he can grab. one hand digs in at a bicep, nails bitingly tight, and the other finds august's hair, holds him so tight he can't possibly think of moving away. not now, not after that, not when he can feel some part of august's magic touching every part of nick's. this isn't connected, this is something entirely more.
later on he might need to grapple with what that means, but right now he just pants a litany of please and august and now into his mouth, the only prayer that's ever mattered. ]
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because of course it was just for a moment. he knows it's coming, knows it's probably just a little too fast, but he wants that too. this isn't the first time that nick has liked the burn of being fucked just a fraction too fast, too needy and impatient to wait to be fully stretched and prepped. and in this moment in particular, with august's blood on his lips and words like a vice around his heart, it's right.
nick moans loud and shameless as august bottoms out inside of him, legs back up around his hips, hands reaching up for whatever he can grab. one hand digs in at a bicep, nails bitingly tight, and the other finds august's hair, holds him so tight he can't possibly think of moving away. not now, not after that, not when he can feel some part of august's magic touching every part of nick's. this isn't connected, this is something entirely more.
later on he might need to grapple with what that means, but right now he just pants a litany of please and august and now into his mouth, the only prayer that's ever mattered. ]