[even the glisten of the tears that well can't make August stop or hesitate. he's gone too far, locked in place by Nick's legs and burying himself inside. he feels so good, he feels so good, and through harsh whispers he makes that known against his lips while he thrusts into him, their hips snapping together.
nails are digging in and he craves more of those sounds to be made only for him. he'd never tear himself away, not in a million years. Nick keeps him held right where he's needed. he laps away any remaining blood that should stain Nick's lips as he rocks into him, sweet nothings becoming just sweet.
it feels like they're being watched by someone or something. an audience called to be sure the ritual is rite by nature, purely drawn to them only from their raw energy combined. between moans and rugged breaths he tears himself from Nick's lips only slightly, to turn his head, as if he's looking at them - but nothing is there. still his eyes are focused, not on Nick anymore. he's putting on a show now, each thrust a taunt.]
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nails are digging in and he craves more of those sounds to be made only for him. he'd never tear himself away, not in a million years. Nick keeps him held right where he's needed. he laps away any remaining blood that should stain Nick's lips as he rocks into him, sweet nothings becoming just sweet.
it feels like they're being watched by someone or something. an audience called to be sure the ritual is rite by nature, purely drawn to them only from their raw energy combined. between moans and rugged breaths he tears himself from Nick's lips only slightly, to turn his head, as if he's looking at them - but nothing is there. still his eyes are focused, not on Nick anymore. he's putting on a show now, each thrust a taunt.]