[ it doesn't surprise nick when tears spring up in his eyes again, the moment is very overwhelming, and it does nothing to deter nick from rocking back hard into august's thrusts. he's overstimulated, shaking, his thighs twitch around august's waist and clench in tight to holds him still, and when august moans out nick's name like that, the tears stream down his face yet again.
august comes inside him and nick knew he would, but he's still grateful for it, some primal part of him determined to keep as much of august as he can get. this isn't at all how he'd anticipated his evening going, not even when he'd walked back to august's room with him, but his chest is full to bursting with magic and something snarling and possessive that he's starting to suspect has always been there. ]
August.
[ he whispers still, like whatever they've just done still lingers in the room. he nudges his nose in to take another kiss, tastes his come on august's tongue, kisses him longer still. he might still be crying, honestly, it's hard to say when he's feeling fit to burst, but he doesn't show any signs of dropping his legs and allowing august to pull out any time soon. ]
Are you okay?
[ nick's hands find his face, cup his cheeks, brush a thumb gently across his cheekbone. the kiss he presses to august's mouth is sweet, lingering, innocent and entirely at odds with the little rocks that nick still makes with his hips, even though he knows full well that he's far too sensitive for that right now. ]
no subject
august comes inside him and nick knew he would, but he's still grateful for it, some primal part of him determined to keep as much of august as he can get. this isn't at all how he'd anticipated his evening going, not even when he'd walked back to august's room with him, but his chest is full to bursting with magic and something snarling and possessive that he's starting to suspect has always been there. ]
August.
[ he whispers still, like whatever they've just done still lingers in the room. he nudges his nose in to take another kiss, tastes his come on august's tongue, kisses him longer still. he might still be crying, honestly, it's hard to say when he's feeling fit to burst, but he doesn't show any signs of dropping his legs and allowing august to pull out any time soon. ]
Are you okay?
[ nick's hands find his face, cup his cheeks, brush a thumb gently across his cheekbone. the kiss he presses to august's mouth is sweet, lingering, innocent and entirely at odds with the little rocks that nick still makes with his hips, even though he knows full well that he's far too sensitive for that right now. ]