[ nick does cry then, at least in the sense that he feels the tears that had gathered at his eyes finally spilling over his cheeks, but he barely notices in the midst of those words. perfect, mine, perfect, mine, looping over and over, filling up a space that nick didn't even realise was empty until right in this moment. it's all so much, and still not enough. nick can't believe his capacity for wanting, when he's already getting everything he wants.
he isn't going to last long, not with how intense all of this is, but nick is hardly concerned with that anymore. wherever this started, casual flirting across a strange bed to reconnect, it's--something else, now. part of him wants to reach a hand down between them, wrap a hand around his cock and grind into his fist in time with august's bruising rhythm, but he doesn't. instead he just rocks his hips up enough to chase some friction against august's stomach instead. ]
Make me bleed too.
[ because he can still taste august's blood in his mouth, in his throat, and it should be both of theirs. because everything is so good, too good, and just a little spark of pain might tether him before he floats away entirely. ]
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he isn't going to last long, not with how intense all of this is, but nick is hardly concerned with that anymore. wherever this started, casual flirting across a strange bed to reconnect, it's--something else, now. part of him wants to reach a hand down between them, wrap a hand around his cock and grind into his fist in time with august's bruising rhythm, but he doesn't. instead he just rocks his hips up enough to chase some friction against august's stomach instead. ]
Make me bleed too.
[ because he can still taste august's blood in his mouth, in his throat, and it should be both of theirs. because everything is so good, too good, and just a little spark of pain might tether him before he floats away entirely. ]