𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 .

ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧. ᅠ

returning his stare with a quiet huff, christian’s own light brown hues scanning carefully around nick’s features just as well. though, they stayed on his eyes promptly after—– watching the way he eyed his lips. “… thanks.” he replied +

Didn’t know there was a wet tshirt contest, I would’ve remembered to bring a white shirt instead of showing up shirtless….

a crooked, awkward little grin grew across his stained lips as nick further affirmed that ‘cute’ comment, licking his lips clean while he watched the elder’s face. unsure of quite how to respond, so he just … nodded. scooting his plate +

please — consider me as a dream.

⠀⠀ 𝐼𝑋. 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑀𝐼𝑇. ⠀⠀

sounds of their lips meeting, their heavy breaths started filling up the room, mason having completely forgotten about whatever nick had been baking for him. his legs grip tight and he’s surprised by the intensity of his own desire, kissing, licking, nibbling on the older man.+

the shift happened so quick mason barely noticed — he simply felt it. more urgency in the grip on his neck, more possessiveness. as if nick had been holding back because mason wasn’t his, but now that he was . . . he dives headfirst into the kiss, craving more of all of it. +

😵‍💫