( his efforts crack when oliver swings a leg over his shoulders, and nick sniggers as he loops his arms around his thighs, spreads his hands out over his legs. nick turns his head to smother the laugh into the inside of oliver's thigh, and while he's there he--decides to nip lightly, suck a little harder, dig his teeth in until he can leave a bruise behind. oliver doesn't heal like nick does, that might be there for a while.
he kind of likes that. )
I don't know what you're talking about... ( he murmurs, even if there's no hiding the amused grin. he drops his head back onto the bed, eyes up on oliver, and there's still something like a smile dancing at the corners of his mouth when he bites his lower lip, teeth dragging slowly over it before he speaks again. ) Are you going to do something about it?
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he kind of likes that. )
I don't know what you're talking about... ( he murmurs, even if there's no hiding the amused grin. he drops his head back onto the bed, eyes up on oliver, and there's still something like a smile dancing at the corners of his mouth when he bites his lower lip, teeth dragging slowly over it before he speaks again. ) Are you going to do something about it?