[ 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.
[ Nate looks up at him, smiling now in that lazy way that speaks of too many joints smoked. His hand comes up to rest against Nick's cheek. ]
You are. And you're pretty.
[ he smiles into that kiss, and murmurs slightly, lips parting and eyes closing. His tongue licks up into Nick's mouth, while his shoulders relax and the tension leaks out of his body. ]
If these are too late, I'm sorry. Life has been hell
[ He kisses Nate slow and deep, taking his time to delight in the way the other tastes, the delicious taste of alcohol on his tongue, the sweet spice that he just equates with Nate. ]
And you are sexy as Hell. Sexier.
[ He murmurs the words against Nate's lips. Most would mean that figuratively but to him Nate is hotter and sexier than any seductress or incubus that Hell had ever created. ]
[ Nate's mouth melts into a lazy smile. His hand slides over Nick's jaw, tracing the line of his chin. ]
So charming. Do that some more.
[ He drops his hand down to ball it in Nick's shirt, and pulls him close again. Insistent this time. Needy. He nips at his lip, and then kisses him again, eager and warm.
[ Nate turns his head, nipping at the heel of Nate's palm teasingly. ]
All you want, Sexy.
[ And he truly means those words. Shifting to pin Nate back against the back of the seat. Leaning into him as he slides his hand along Nate's thigh, wicked but not going too far. Not yet. Not that he cares as he kisses him slow and deep. His tongue teasing, mimicking some of the things he wants to do to Nate, not caring about how filthy his moans sound. ]
Let's go. A bedroom? A quiet place? Hell, on a stage. I don't care so long as I get you out of these clothes.
[ Nate's cock swells with the proximity of Nick's hand, and swells more as he speaks.
Nate shudders with need, and rocks his hips up towards that hand. He kisses at him, lips seeking out Nick's, nails clawing at his clothes and his skin. ]
Mmm, fuck. A stage? In front of people? That'd be so hot, all those eyes on us. Getting hard because of us. Imagine that.
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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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You are. And you're pretty.
[ he smiles into that kiss, and murmurs slightly, lips parting and eyes closing. His tongue licks up into Nick's mouth, while his shoulders relax and the tension leaks out of his body. ]
If these are too late, I'm sorry. Life has been hell
And you are sexy as Hell. Sexier.
[ He murmurs the words against Nate's lips. Most would mean that figuratively but to him Nate is hotter and sexier than any seductress or incubus that Hell had ever created. ]
Never too late, I'm glad you came back to them!
So charming. Do that some more.
[ He drops his hand down to ball it in Nick's shirt, and pulls him close again. Insistent this time. Needy. He nips at his lip, and then kisses him again, eager and warm.
A soft hum. ]
You wanna go somewhere else?
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All you want, Sexy.
[ And he truly means those words. Shifting to pin Nate back against the back of the seat. Leaning into him as he slides his hand along Nate's thigh, wicked but not going too far. Not yet. Not that he cares as he kisses him slow and deep. His tongue teasing, mimicking some of the things he wants to do to Nate, not caring about how filthy his moans sound. ]
Let's go. A bedroom? A quiet place? Hell, on a stage. I don't care so long as I get you out of these clothes.
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Nate shudders with need, and rocks his hips up towards that hand. He kisses at him, lips seeking out Nick's, nails clawing at his clothes and his skin. ]
Mmm, fuck. A stage? In front of people? That'd be so hot, all those eyes on us. Getting hard because of us. Imagine that.
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Aching with the thought of what it could be like to bend himself over any chair, ass up, legs spread and begging Nate to take him. ]
I can imagine it. Fuck, love the idea of offering myself to you, drawing energy from an audience as you fuck me for everyone to see.
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Then find me an audience, baby.
[ He shifts to get his lips at Nick's ear, and they graze its shell as he speaks. ]
I'll show you off. Make you beg for me. They'll all hear it, and it'll be the greatest show they've ever seen.
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[ He's never been one to shy away from public performances, but to have that with Nate feels more intoxicating than many things he can think of.
Just to be seen as Nate, to let the energy of the room course through them both. ]
Hell, it's tempting right here and now and see how long before they throw us out.