[ All it takes is that arrogant edge in his voice, that knowing satisfaction and Nate is immediately, absurdly aware of the hands up his shirt in a way he wasn't aware of before. Ian doesn't always try to feel him up in the most obnoxious way possible, but when he does-
Nate jerks again, more violently, flinching away from the contact with another sound of discontent that actually pulls his face back from the tantalizing canvas that is Ian's throat. Interrupted mid-masterpiece his free hand grasps for one of Ian's wrists, holding it in place while he levels a look which would probably be more threatening if they weren't less than an inch apart.
Any closer and he could feel that smirk against his own mouth. ]
Ian. [ An unmistakable warning, though not without humor. ] You really wanna go there?
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Nate jerks again, more violently, flinching away from the contact with another sound of discontent that actually pulls his face back from the tantalizing canvas that is Ian's throat. Interrupted mid-masterpiece his free hand grasps for one of Ian's wrists, holding it in place while he levels a look which would probably be more threatening if they weren't less than an inch apart.
Any closer and he could feel that smirk against his own mouth. ]
Ian. [ An unmistakable warning, though not without humor. ] You really wanna go there?