[ The physical response to his statement startles a delighted, quiet laugh out of him, savoring the pinch and the less-than-subtle game of grabass. If there's one thing upon which Nate can rely, it's that Ian knows what he wants and tends to just go for it in cases like this. There could be innocent bystanders in proximity and Nate couldn't find it in himself to give a damn.
Well, maybe a little bit of a damn. If only because he's not wholly exhibitionistic. ]
You're a problem-solver. [ Nate says emphatically, softly, adaptable at his very core and confident in the statement he makes judging by the grin on his face. ] Work the problem.
[ He fists a handful of Ian's hair at the base of his neck, twisting, pulling back to gain access to the column of his throat. Pressing hot, sticky kisses to the underside of his jaw he contemplates the mysterious method by which people in this dragon-ship seem to get privacy when they need it.
no subject
Well, maybe a little bit of a damn. If only because he's not wholly exhibitionistic. ]
You're a problem-solver. [ Nate says emphatically, softly, adaptable at his very core and confident in the statement he makes judging by the grin on his face. ] Work the problem.
[ He fists a handful of Ian's hair at the base of his neck, twisting, pulling back to gain access to the column of his throat. Pressing hot, sticky kisses to the underside of his jaw he contemplates the mysterious method by which people in this dragon-ship seem to get privacy when they need it.
And then, because he honestly can't help it- ]
...Six times a day, really?