[ nick is nothing if not good at taking direction. it's so easy to chase the sound of a soft sigh here, the way her hips squirm there. he just likes this, the way that people respond, the clear evidence that he's doing good, maybe even more than the hand on his cock.
not that he's about to ask her to stop, not even close. nick breathes out a moan against cellar's lips, grinning as he trails open-mouthed kisses along her jaw with just a suggestion of teeth at her skin. ]
Yeah?
[ his hand slides between her legs, and nick is still slow enough that cellar can catch his wrist again if she wants to, but firm enough that it's not going to be read as hesitance. rocking forward into her touch, nick's other hand finds her hip, encouraging her in closer to that they can grind against each other as well as their hands. ]
Come on, there's got to be more. [ his mouth finds her ear and he hums the words out, soft and secret against the shell of her ear. ] What do you want, Cellar? Tell me, I want you to feel good.
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not that he's about to ask her to stop, not even close. nick breathes out a moan against cellar's lips, grinning as he trails open-mouthed kisses along her jaw with just a suggestion of teeth at her skin. ]
Yeah?
[ his hand slides between her legs, and nick is still slow enough that cellar can catch his wrist again if she wants to, but firm enough that it's not going to be read as hesitance. rocking forward into her touch, nick's other hand finds her hip, encouraging her in closer to that they can grind against each other as well as their hands. ]
Come on, there's got to be more. [ his mouth finds her ear and he hums the words out, soft and secret against the shell of her ear. ] What do you want, Cellar? Tell me, I want you to feel good.