[he's spent, eyes half-lidded and dangerously close to fluttering closed. heartbeat to heartbeat. August's own eyes are wet, though not a tear has dropped past his lashes. the entire experience brought a lot to the surface, settling and constricting in his throat. he swallows everything back down. Nick is crying and kissing him and crying more, and he's suddenly realizing what they've done.
his mouth is loving in return, soft presses of lips to calm them down. he can't handle anything else.]
Nick. [concern that turns into a soft moan when Nick rocks his hips and he takes a deep breath, sighing through his nose. his hand runs along his side, rests there. he could start up again, thinks briefly on it. he wants to keep filling him up, wants to keep going and going and going. pause; no.] Yeah - yes. You're crying, are you okay?
[his other arm curves just enough so he can brush the hair out of Nick's face. he doesn't bother with his own, can feel a strand at the corner of his mouth stuck there by sweat.]
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his mouth is loving in return, soft presses of lips to calm them down. he can't handle anything else.]
Nick. [concern that turns into a soft moan when Nick rocks his hips and he takes a deep breath, sighing through his nose. his hand runs along his side, rests there. he could start up again, thinks briefly on it. he wants to keep filling him up, wants to keep going and going and going. pause; no.] Yeah - yes. You're crying, are you okay?
[his other arm curves just enough so he can brush the hair out of Nick's face. he doesn't bother with his own, can feel a strand at the corner of his mouth stuck there by sweat.]