( thoughts?, he asks, like he doesn't know that oliver's focused in on the feel of nicks mouth, on how his lips move over the head of his cock, on his fingers wrapped around the length of him jacking him off while he fucking teases him. nick knows damn well what he's doing. he'd ask where nick picked up this crap, but oliver's--looked around the city enough. knows the rules, how shit works. he doesn't need to ask, nick's been here for a year.
nick drops his head down again, takes oliver in deep, deeper, and he's--tipping his head back with a low groan, forgetting his goal of fucking into nick's mouth instead for a moment up until nick, like the asshole he is, rolls off to get himself comfortable.
it takes oliver a moment, for his brain to catch up. then he's--huffing out a laugh, shoving his pants the rest of the way off his legs so he can walk on his knees over to where nick's settled and swing a thigh over his shoulders. )
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nick drops his head down again, takes oliver in deep, deeper, and he's--tipping his head back with a low groan, forgetting his goal of fucking into nick's mouth instead for a moment up until nick, like the asshole he is, rolls off to get himself comfortable.
it takes oliver a moment, for his brain to catch up. then he's--huffing out a laugh, shoving his pants the rest of the way off his legs so he can walk on his knees over to where nick's settled and swing a thigh over his shoulders. )
You're being a menace. You know that?