[ Ah, there it is. That delightful petulance that borders on Ian throwing a bullshit tantrum with how offended he is, how perfectly devastating it is that Nate would ever say such things.
For these reasons Nate looks slightly smug beneath him, making a show of stretching comfortably and eyeing him with a soft, half-lidded gaze. His traitorous fingers smooth over Ian's sides, resting there as Nate's attention flickers briefly to his mouth and back again. ]
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For these reasons Nate looks slightly smug beneath him, making a show of stretching comfortably and eyeing him with a soft, half-lidded gaze. His traitorous fingers smooth over Ian's sides, resting there as Nate's attention flickers briefly to his mouth and back again. ]
Tease, if you please.