Thorn and Nate (smut, nsfw)

[guylining]

Whatever the dream was, it fades as soon as Nate starts to wake. He can't pull any image together, couldn't have described it if he was asked. But his body remembers. He's warm, a bit of sweat beading on his naked skin. He's very aware of the hard lines of Thorn's stomach beneath his fingertips. Thorn's scent is all around him too, courtesy of Nate's face being turned against his chest. Most notably, Nate's cock is standing at clear attention, and pushing itself against Thorn's ass. He's even breathing a little hard.

Whatever that dream was, it was a good one.

He moves just slightly, creating friction that sends electric bolts through his body. A soft groan leaves him, and his eyelids flutter. His lips press against Thorn's chest, and he murmurs, though quietly. He shift again, trying to gently disentangle himself before Thorn can wake up to such desperate need. They're locked together, though, and every slight movement teases his already starving cock.

He feels like a fucking teenager again.

"Kill me," he murmurs, and finally slides his arm out from under his lover. He starts to roll back, planning to spend some quality time with his shower.

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[everempty]

Unlike Nate, Thorn's sleep was a dreamless one. He didn't want to admit as much, but Thorn rarely dreamed. And when he did... well. They were the things of nightmares. Hell came for him in his most vulnerable state. More and more often as of late. So yes, a dreamless sleep was a good sleep for Thorn. And Nate was always the reason for a peaceful night.

So, of course, the slightest hint of Nate leaving was not missed even in Thorn's sleep. He woke just as Nate's arm slid free and then saw as Nate started to roll away.

"Mmm," Thorn hummed, reaching out to grab Nate's other arm and lazily pull him back close. He buried his face in Nate's hair and sighed. "Do you have to go?"

[guylining]

It never takes much to encourage Nate back into Thorn's arms, but in this state, that's all the more true. He comes back against him, a grin spreading over his face while he tucks his head in and kisses the side of his lover's jaw.

"Absolutely not. I was just trying not to wake you, you looked peaceful."

And felt peaceful, and warm. Now he feels lazy and clingy, which in Nate's current situation is like a drug being waved in front of his face.

His body slides all too easily back against Thorn's, and his hard cock resumes its position against his thigh. Nate's breath hitches as their bodies come flush together, those little electric jolts of need shooting through him again. He murmurs a soft groan against Thorn's skin.

"I had a good dream. Wish I could remember it."