[Rafe is a fast learner, picking up on what he likes, what makes him moan, what makes his fingers tighten in Rafe's skin like he's trying to bury himself in the guy's muscle. Rafe accommodates and Nate wishes he was conscious enough to recognize the self-sacrificing efforts more appropriately, wishes he were capable of reciprocating without wanting to melt to the floor of the shower with the water before slipping down the drain.
Every so often those thumbs will catch the edge of his waist and Nate's hips jerk against him, cock at attention and Rafe's erection pressing into his thigh like a brand. Fingers stumbling to Rafe's shoulders Nate pushes in, an easy, slow grind, the mouth on his tasting of sweat and stress, earthy undertones of who the fuck gives a shit.
Nate licks into his mouth lazily, hot-damp and savoring the sensation of being inscrutably close and yet not close enough.]
'M not clean yet, [he observes, largely in response to the fact that he's apparently become a human buffet.]
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Every so often those thumbs will catch the edge of his waist and Nate's hips jerk against him, cock at attention and Rafe's erection pressing into his thigh like a brand. Fingers stumbling to Rafe's shoulders Nate pushes in, an easy, slow grind, the mouth on his tasting of sweat and stress, earthy undertones of who the fuck gives a shit.
Nate licks into his mouth lazily, hot-damp and savoring the sensation of being inscrutably close and yet not close enough.]
'M not clean yet, [he observes, largely in response to the fact that he's apparently become a human buffet.]