[ He does belong: the way Nate stretches and relaxes under him is evidence enough of that, accommodating for the minor changes in position with a complementary deftness honed by years of Ian figuring out his favorite ways to settle on Nate like some kind of cat.
His palm skates down to Ian's nape, rubbing at the back of his neck as Nate groans in a decidedly unsexy way. ]
Quin. I don't want to encourage him, he might take that as an invitation.
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His palm skates down to Ian's nape, rubbing at the back of his neck as Nate groans in a decidedly unsexy way. ]
Quin. I don't want to encourage him, he might take that as an invitation.