[ Nate takes a long while to wake up. He feels comfortable and warm, and he shifts a little in the grip of a familiar pair of arms.
Thorn.
Last night comes back to him in pieces. He can feel the stickiness of their dried cum between them, is aware of his soft cock still halfway inside Thorn's ass. He looks up at his still-sleeping face, and Nate lets out a breath.
There's no way he can extract himself without waking Thorn.
Gently, he eases back, just loosening his grip for now. ]
( Thorn slowly begins to stir as he feels the shift in Nate from sleep to awake. for a second, he forgets where they are. forgets about Duplicity or anything else. it's like being back in one of the bubbles. just the two of them.
instinctively, he tightens his arms around Nate like he did then....
then he remembers himself.
he loosens his grip. ) Sorry. You were trying to get up.
[ Nate sets his hand on Thorn's chest, and his fingers move gently, flicking through the smattering of fine hair. He turns his head to kiss his shoulder, and then rests there.
Thoughts come to him slowly, as he wakes. This is dangerous. He doesn't really want to be thinking.
But he can't help it. ]
I know you're...Ineroth, [ He says, his tone careful. ] But you're him. You're Thorn. You even smile like him, it can't just be an act.
I didn't lie. Thorn is a piece of me. I'm a piece of him.
It's not an act.... ( he answers softly. carefully. )
But that doesn't mean I'm the way you remember Thorn. We're both changed by each other. I'll never be me again and... he's not the exact same man you remember either. ( we. we aren't the exact same man. )
[ It's a question he never would've asked of Thorn, never would've had the need to ask. But Ineroth had hunted him for years, had wanted to consume him and his magic until there was nothing left. ]
[ While he knew how easily Nate could make his way there, Kyle still hadn't expected it right that moment.
Then he has Nate there, drawing him in close and sliding onto his lap and everything is good in the world as he slides an arm around Nate. Lightly drawing his fingers down the length of his spine. ]
I called for good, and you're amazing. [ He leans in, kissing him teasingly. ] And sexy. [ And then another kiss. ] And, well, definitely good at a lot.
[ his hands had moved to Kyle's neck while they kissed. Now one of them slips up into his hair, and the other moves down to grab one of the levers on his chair to make it recline a bit.
Once it does, he presses closer, hips grinding on Kyle's as he moves. His hands slide over Kyle's chest, and he leans in to start very softly kissing his neck. Teasing. Tempting. ]
Tell me how sexy I am. How hard you're gonna get for me.
[ Everything else about the rest of the world is forgotten in that moment.
Arching into Nate's touch with a groan, eyes half closed as the chair shifts back. The motions moves them against one another, Nate grinding against him and it draws a low, rumbling sound from Kyle. ]
Gonna get? Fuck, Nate, already aching for you.
[ His hands slide along Nate's hips so that he can rock up against him, grinding to him to show how hard he is. ]
All because of how sexy you are. Just knowing you were on the way here and damn but I wasn't thinking about you riding me but it's all I can think about now. Watching you take my cock and seeing if I can jerk you off before you make me come for you.
[ Nate sits up a little, giving him space to move his arms while Kyle lays watching. He takes the opportunity to drop his jacket on the floor, and peel his t-shirt over his head. His jeans are hanging low on his hips, and they're already tight with his thickening cock. He rolls his hips, grinding his bulge against Kyle's. ]
Yeah? You want to fuck me?
[ he reaches for Kyle's hand and draws it down his body, until it's pressing against that swell in his jeans. Nate's cock hardens faster to meet it. ]
You wanna spread my cheeks, get your cock inside them? Want me to bounce on top of you and take you as deep as I can?
[ Nate doesn't often play into his own twink appeal. He doesn't often bottom. But he knows that he has twink appeal, and Kyle is one of the few men he loves playing the part for. ]
You can. You can split me open, Kyle. You can take me and make me work for it and I'll beg you to do it harder.
[ It almost makes him want to fight to keep Nate from moving away, needing that beautiful body against him. But he's right. They need this time, the chance to get rid of layers.
Undoing the buttons on his shirt, pushing it back to pool beneath him on the chair as Nate takes his hand. Groaning as his fingers brush over the thickness of Nate's cock as he starts talking like that. ]
You'll be so pretty like that, Nate. Taking every inch of me, showing me how bad you want it.
[ Even as he says it, he wraps his fingers partial around his cock, stroking him through the material. ]
You won't have to beg, Baby. How can I not fuck you senseless until you're coming all over my chest. Touching you now but wonder if I can make you come without stroking you. Can I resist jerking you off?
[ Nate groans, and tilts back his head. It exposes the length of his neck, and his back arches. His hips rock into Kyle's hand, his cock straining against the confines of his jeans until it leaks a wet patch into them. ]
Oh, fuck. Fuck, you don't have to resist anything, you can...you can make me come, and fuck me until I come again, and...
[ He curves downwards to kiss him again, to lick into his mouth. At the same time, he's scrambling upwards, so that he has leverage to undo his own belt and then Kyle's. He pulls his jeans down over his hips, and works them off, then climbs right back on top again. Now his cock is out, hard, and wet at the tip. Completely unsubtle, he pushes it back into Kyle's hand, before kissing him again. ]
[ It's so sexy hot quickly they both get into one another. The desires for every touch, every kiss. Unable to help himself as Kyle leans in, nipping at Nate's throat. ]
All night. Long as you're here. Wake you up fucking you.
[ Nate moves away, he has to and Kyle knows it. But there's a predatory call within him that wants to fight Nate being even a foot from him.
Even as he moves to get out of his jeans, to help Nate, to do whatever he has to so he can have that sweet, lean body back against his own. Arching up into the kiss as his hand slides over Nate's cock.
Stroking him with a firm stroke, thumb running over the head. ]
Tell me you're already ready.
[ Murmuring between kisses, only drawing a shuddering breath as he speaks, running his other hand along Nate's ass. ]
[ Nate's in a bar, not really drunk and not really high, but some kind of midpoint between the two. Knowing Nick's on the way, he orders a scotch for him, and then leans back.
His own drink is a Manhattan, which is evidently his second or third judging from the table. He's sitting at a booth, one knee drawn up with his elbow draping from it. ]
[ Between one breath and the next Nick is suddenly just there, sliding into the booth beside Nick. He's gotten a lot better at teleportation as he just presses himself in against Nate. ]
For me?
[ But he's not talking about the drink, sliding an arm around Nate. ]
[ Kissing him back, fingers brushing along the back of his neck. Soft. Teasing.
Even as he reaches out for the glass of Scotch. His finger sketches a design over the top of it, conjuring a dusting one of herb, the crystalline sparks of a ground gemstone.
Showing off perhaps in kissing him even as he works on the counter curse to what had been done. ]
[ They kiss, and it's soft and warm. And then there's the glimmer of magic, and Nate grins. He snuggles into the booth a bit, conveniently into the crook of Nick's arm. ]
Showoff.
[ He says it fondly. ]
Aren't you supposed to be glittering me and not the Scotch? Not that I'm complaining. The kissing's fun too.
[ Nate laughs, and then tilts his head up as Nick's finger traces his face. ]
You know, I got you that for drinking, [ he says. But he licks it off his own lips, and tastes the spice of Nick's magic in the alcohol.
Already, he feels the effects. His whole body seems to loosen and relax. His eyes get hazy, his smile gets lazy. He leans his weight against Nick, and he feels warmth pool in his stomach as the combination of narcotics in his system finally takes an effect. ]
Oh, that's good. That's so good, you're so clever. I feel warm.
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Thorn.
Last night comes back to him in pieces. He can feel the stickiness of their dried cum between them, is aware of his soft cock still halfway inside Thorn's ass. He looks up at his still-sleeping face, and Nate lets out a breath.
There's no way he can extract himself without waking Thorn.
Gently, he eases back, just loosening his grip for now. ]
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instinctively, he tightens his arms around Nate like he did then....
then he remembers himself.
he loosens his grip. ) Sorry. You were trying to get up.
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So he leans into it, eyes closing, tension leaving him in a soft exhale. ]
No, just shifting, [ He murmurs, and leans his head back against Thorn's shoulder. ] I can stay.
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but Nate feels so good in his arms.
he rests his cheek against his head tentatively. ) If you like.... a little longer can't hurt.
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Thoughts come to him slowly, as he wakes. This is dangerous. He doesn't really want to be thinking.
But he can't help it. ]
I know you're...Ineroth, [ He says, his tone careful. ] But you're him. You're Thorn. You even smile like him, it can't just be an act.
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It's not an act.... ( he answers softly. carefully. )
But that doesn't mean I'm the way you remember Thorn. We're both changed by each other. I'll never be me again and... he's not the exact same man you remember either. ( we. we aren't the exact same man. )
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Do you still want to hurt me?
[ It's a question he never would've asked of Thorn, never would've had the need to ask. But Ineroth had hunted him for years, had wanted to consume him and his magic until there was nothing left. ]
Will you hurt me?
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and he can't lie when Nate looks at him like that. asks him so clearly. )
Never on purpose. ( he says softly. then closes his eyes. )
But I am a demon, Nate. My very nature makes me dangerous, whether I like it or not. There's no off switch for it.
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He'd thought Thorn was pushing him away because the part of him that was Ineroth still hated him. Maybe that's not true at all. ]
Are you afraid? [ He says, quietly. ] Of...being what you are. Of what...your nature makes you want?
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Then he shifts over, hooking a leg around either side of the doctor's hips, and he slides forward into his lap. His arms drape around Kyle's neck. ]
So, you called for good company.
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Then he has Nate there, drawing him in close and sliding onto his lap and everything is good in the world as he slides an arm around Nate. Lightly drawing his fingers down the length of his spine. ]
I called for good, and you're amazing. [ He leans in, kissing him teasingly. ] And sexy. [ And then another kiss. ] And, well, definitely good at a lot.
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Mm-hmm. Tell me what I'm good at.
[ his hands had moved to Kyle's neck while they kissed. Now one of them slips up into his hair, and the other moves down to grab one of the levers on his chair to make it recline a bit.
Once it does, he presses closer, hips grinding on Kyle's as he moves. His hands slide over Kyle's chest, and he leans in to start very softly kissing his neck. Teasing. Tempting. ]
Tell me how sexy I am. How hard you're gonna get for me.
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[ Everything else about the rest of the world is forgotten in that moment.
Arching into Nate's touch with a groan, eyes half closed as the chair shifts back. The motions moves them against one another, Nate grinding against him and it draws a low, rumbling sound from Kyle. ]
Gonna get? Fuck, Nate, already aching for you.
[ His hands slide along Nate's hips so that he can rock up against him, grinding to him to show how hard he is. ]
All because of how sexy you are. Just knowing you were on the way here and damn but I wasn't thinking about you riding me but it's all I can think about now. Watching you take my cock and seeing if I can jerk you off before you make me come for you.
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Yeah? You want to fuck me?
[ he reaches for Kyle's hand and draws it down his body, until it's pressing against that swell in his jeans. Nate's cock hardens faster to meet it. ]
You wanna spread my cheeks, get your cock inside them? Want me to bounce on top of you and take you as deep as I can?
[ Nate doesn't often play into his own twink appeal. He doesn't often bottom. But he knows that he has twink appeal, and Kyle is one of the few men he loves playing the part for. ]
You can. You can split me open, Kyle. You can take me and make me work for it and I'll beg you to do it harder.
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Undoing the buttons on his shirt, pushing it back to pool beneath him on the chair as Nate takes his hand. Groaning as his fingers brush over the thickness of Nate's cock as he starts talking like that. ]
You'll be so pretty like that, Nate. Taking every inch of me, showing me how bad you want it.
[ Even as he says it, he wraps his fingers partial around his cock, stroking him through the material. ]
You won't have to beg, Baby. How can I not fuck you senseless until you're coming all over my chest. Touching you now but wonder if I can make you come without stroking you. Can I resist jerking you off?
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Oh, fuck. Fuck, you don't have to resist anything, you can...you can make me come, and fuck me until I come again, and...
[ He curves downwards to kiss him again, to lick into his mouth. At the same time, he's scrambling upwards, so that he has leverage to undo his own belt and then Kyle's. He pulls his jeans down over his hips, and works them off, then climbs right back on top again. Now his cock is out, hard, and wet at the tip. Completely unsubtle, he pushes it back into Kyle's hand, before kissing him again. ]
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All night. Long as you're here. Wake you up fucking you.
[ Nate moves away, he has to and Kyle knows it. But there's a predatory call within him that wants to fight Nate being even a foot from him.
Even as he moves to get out of his jeans, to help Nate, to do whatever he has to so he can have that sweet, lean body back against his own. Arching up into the kiss as his hand slides over Nate's cock.
Stroking him with a firm stroke, thumb running over the head. ]
Tell me you're already ready.
[ Murmuring between kisses, only drawing a shuddering breath as he speaks, running his other hand along Nate's ass. ]
Or have lube. Can't wait.
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His own drink is a Manhattan, which is evidently his second or third judging from the table. He's sitting at a booth, one knee drawn up with his elbow draping from it. ]
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For me?
[ But he's not talking about the drink, sliding an arm around Nate. ]
How is it you're all alone?
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No one's beating your offer. I text who I wanted.
[ Nate smiles, and reaches up to kiss Nick's lips. Soft, warm, and they taste so good. ]
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[ Kissing him back, fingers brushing along the back of his neck. Soft. Teasing.
Even as he reaches out for the glass of Scotch. His finger sketches a design over the top of it, conjuring a dusting one of herb, the crystalline sparks of a ground gemstone.
Showing off perhaps in kissing him even as he works on the counter curse to what had been done. ]
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Showoff.
[ He says it fondly. ]
Aren't you supposed to be glittering me and not the Scotch? Not that I'm complaining. The kissing's fun too.
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Maybe I like showing off to you. And trust me, it's going on you as well. I just want it to target only that spellwork on you.
[ He dips two fingers into enchanted scotch. Lifting them, he brushes them over Nate's brow, then over his lips and then lower over his heart.
He murmurs softly in Latin, unraveling the preexisting charm. ]
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You know, I got you that for drinking, [ he says. But he licks it off his own lips, and tastes the spice of Nick's magic in the alcohol.
Already, he feels the effects. His whole body seems to loosen and relax. His eyes get hazy, his smile gets lazy. He leans his weight against Nick, and he feels warmth pool in his stomach as the combination of narcotics in his system finally takes an effect. ]
Oh, that's good. That's so good, you're so clever. I feel warm.
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[ Maybe off of Nick. He hasn't decide yet.
It will all depend on how Nate feels after this, even if he has no doubt that his spell will work. Not in the least. ]
Why you call on me. Always call on the best.
[ His hand strokes Nate's cheek tenderly as he leans in and kisses him slow and deep, tasting the liquor on his lips. ]
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If these are too late, I'm sorry. Life has been hell
Never too late, I'm glad you came back to them!
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