[ As if on cue, the instant Ian's mouth touches him, Nate seems to soften. A small sound of undeniable pleasure, a hum, and an accompanying sigh through his nose when time-honored tactics at physically and emotionally manipulating him take their toll. His grip tightens ever-so-slightly as he tips his chin up to accommodate for the attention.
Ian's got his goddamn number.
Funny, perhaps, coming from a grown man, but there's the slightest hint of petulance in his voice when he reiterates: ]
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Ian's got his goddamn number.
Funny, perhaps, coming from a grown man, but there's the slightest hint of petulance in his voice when he reiterates: ]
You said you'd finesse me afterward.