[ there, that's it. nick's own blood hits his tongue and something neatly clicks into place like this was the final piece missing. there's a sense of wholeness, completeness, the new blood mingling with the old still on his tongue until they're both completely intertwined, at every level.
nick is already careening closer to the edge but he can tell that august is getting close, and that as much as anything is doing it for him. there's something that feels particularly filthy when he breaks the kiss, only long enough to lick a stripe up his palm, because it's blood as well as saliva that smooths the way when he wraps his fingers around his own cock and strokes.
from there, it's not long at all before nick comes. he's as much kissing august again as he is just moaning against his mouth, and it only takes a few haphazard strokes before his hips jerk up and his legs tighten around august's waist. come ends up sticky and messy all over their stomachs, but nick isn't thinking about that. he's just focused on pushing back into the thrusts, muscles twitching every time august's hips snap, but nick isn't going to stop until they're both finished. ]
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nick is already careening closer to the edge but he can tell that august is getting close, and that as much as anything is doing it for him. there's something that feels particularly filthy when he breaks the kiss, only long enough to lick a stripe up his palm, because it's blood as well as saliva that smooths the way when he wraps his fingers around his own cock and strokes.
from there, it's not long at all before nick comes. he's as much kissing august again as he is just moaning against his mouth, and it only takes a few haphazard strokes before his hips jerk up and his legs tighten around august's waist. come ends up sticky and messy all over their stomachs, but nick isn't thinking about that. he's just focused on pushing back into the thrusts, muscles twitching every time august's hips snap, but nick isn't going to stop until they're both finished. ]