[Test drive or not, Nate is doing his very best to keep up when everything seated in the pit of his stomach would rather ooze into a puddle. He's no Ferrari, but neither is he a Hummer, some reliable, in-the-middle spot that always gives a satisfying ride.
His hips jerk again when Rafe's hand pulls at his cock, slick and rubbing precum against a thigh and a delirious thought makes Nate want to apologize for it even as teeth sink into his shoulder and stuttered gasp breaks over Rafe's. (Were he more cognizant of everything going on in this period of over-stimulation, he might thank Rafe for graciously designating a place easily hidden for those bruises.)
Nate chokes on another sharp sound, shuddering as he presses closer into Rafe, every hard plane of his chest sharp and wet, the heat pounding his back from the showerhead, the expedited fistfucking below the belt. It's debilitating, this sensation, fingers clutching another man's shoulder blade while his forehead presses into a neck, drinking the humidity deep.]
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His hips jerk again when Rafe's hand pulls at his cock, slick and rubbing precum against a thigh and a delirious thought makes Nate want to apologize for it even as teeth sink into his shoulder and stuttered gasp breaks over Rafe's. (Were he more cognizant of everything going on in this period of over-stimulation, he might thank Rafe for graciously designating a place easily hidden for those bruises.)
Nate chokes on another sharp sound, shuddering as he presses closer into Rafe, every hard plane of his chest sharp and wet, the heat pounding his back from the showerhead, the expedited fistfucking below the belt. It's debilitating, this sensation, fingers clutching another man's shoulder blade while his forehead presses into a neck, drinking the humidity deep.]
I'm gonna- Rafe, 'm gonna come-