[ a promise, and the sharp bloom of pain, and the quiet heady feeling of something more that doesn't have a name or a voice — it might as well be that night all over again, albeit less out of control, slower and more deliberate here and now. they haven't talked about it yet. nick thinks he might never bring it up, if he's honest, but he thinks about it all the time.
he's thinking about it now, louder than ever. he could heal the bruising bite to his throat without so much as blinking, but he doesn't. nick leaves it there for the world to see, breath hitching in his throat already. in fairness, he's never far off interested when he's around august at the best of times, let alone when they've been close and touching like this. ]
Hey August, [ he's whispering again, a dirty secret, and amusement dancing in his tones like he has an idea. ] how do you think you'd feel if someone walked in here and found you fucking my mouth?
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[ a promise, and the sharp bloom of pain, and the quiet heady feeling of something more that doesn't have a name or a voice — it might as well be that night all over again, albeit less out of control, slower and more deliberate here and now. they haven't talked about it yet. nick thinks he might never bring it up, if he's honest, but he thinks about it all the time.
he's thinking about it now, louder than ever. he could heal the bruising bite to his throat without so much as blinking, but he doesn't. nick leaves it there for the world to see, breath hitching in his throat already. in fairness, he's never far off interested when he's around august at the best of times, let alone when they've been close and touching like this. ]
Hey August, [ he's whispering again, a dirty secret, and amusement dancing in his tones like he has an idea. ] how do you think you'd feel if someone walked in here and found you fucking my mouth?