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hurricanemegan's birthday,
Jesse wears it best, of course, the leather rich against his throat. Lance handles it more easily than Nick would have imagined. For himself, Nick finds it distracting; he can slide deeper and easier into the right space without it.
JC's always the wild card, but Nick's getting better at reading him. He waits until they're alone and watches JC's eyes.
JC shudders when Nick shows him how he looks. Nick mouths over JC's neck, biting into leather and skin.
"I got you," Nick promises, pressing in and watching JC writhe. "You're mine," and JC's groan is triumph and surrender.
hurricanemegan's birthday, Jesse wears it best, of course, the leather rich against his throat. Lance handles it more easily than Nick would have imagined. For himself, Nick finds it distracting; he can slide deeper and easier into the right space without it.
JC's always the wild card, but Nick's getting better at reading him. He waits until they're alone and watches JC's eyes.
JC shudders when Nick shows him how he looks. Nick mouths over JC's neck, biting into leather and skin.
"I got you," Nick promises, pressing in and watching JC writhe. "You're mine," and JC's groan is triumph and surrender.