[ Semantics, because Ian isn't actually wrong, and that's somehow more annoying even if that irritation is assuaged by the soft mouth and slightly scratchy beard tracking down his pulse. Nate could easily stay here, melt into this and return the favor while his skin prickles deliciously and want twinges in his gut but just as Ian giveth, Ian taketh away.
Nate groans his displeasure even though he asked for it, having to shake off the pleasant reverie as he sways back unsteadily. It's the expression on Ian's face that catches him like nothing else, all sly and knowing. The cat that got the cream. ]
You do a cereal commercial one time-
[ He gripes quietly, fingers trailing Ian's wrist before parting to retrieve two plates, because he's not an animal. ]
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Nate groans his displeasure even though he asked for it, having to shake off the pleasant reverie as he sways back unsteadily. It's the expression on Ian's face that catches him like nothing else, all sly and knowing. The cat that got the cream. ]
You do a cereal commercial one time-
[ He gripes quietly, fingers trailing Ian's wrist before parting to retrieve two plates, because he's not an animal. ]
Thank you. For this.