( nick moans around his cock, and the vibrations are more than enough. he was close already, from nick's hands guiding him forward, nick's fingers digging into skin, how he works so hard at pulling oliver apart. the fingers in nick's hair grip on tighter, pulling strands and holding him in close as oliver rolls hips forward, presses his cock deeper into nick's mouth and
comes down his throat with a broken gasp. nick's aiming for three, and just the first one has oliver feeling a little overwhelmed. he doesn't hold it long; hips pressing forward until he's pretty sure he's damn near spent before the fingers in nick's hair loosen, brush through strands instead as oliver makes a noise best described as a whimper and--shifts his weight back, to sit on nick's chest instead.
he'll need a moment, to pull himself back together. )
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comes down his throat with a broken gasp. nick's aiming for three, and just the first one has oliver feeling a little overwhelmed. he doesn't hold it long; hips pressing forward until he's pretty sure he's damn near spent before the fingers in nick's hair loosen, brush through strands instead as oliver makes a noise best described as a whimper and--shifts his weight back, to sit on nick's chest instead.
he'll need a moment, to pull himself back together. )