Where the fuck are his keys.
He's fumbling in his pockets, desperately reaching into their depths, barely registering whether or not he's run into the damn things yet or not - it's hard to concentrate when your lover is biting your bottom lip and grinding his hips into you while you have him pinned against the door to your apartment suit. It's hard to -- fuck, you little bastard, I'll get you for this -- concentrate.
Tink-tink-klee.
The taller, broader man has his hand on his counterpart's chest, shoving him into the apartment without breaking the connection of their lips. Kinda hard to, with the amount of time they spend with each other between their teeth. He's moaning loudly before the door even has the time to close, growling into his sub's mouth, daring him to keep this up.
"You're a fucking brat, you know that?"
Nihlus speaks aggressively but his mouth (still wrapped up in Nuage's) is grinning, his blue eyes are fires of arousal as they glance into the other's. His boyfriend hadn't even let him get through the fucking door without giving him a hard on - and he was going to pay for it in the sweetest way.
So much for the meek man he met at the beginning of this relationship... But change is never bad.
With Nu's tongue circling his mouth and throat, Nih continues walking them towards the bedroom, kicking off his shoes hazardously. His hands busy themselves at Nu's clothes, tearing off the cardigan and breaking the kiss only momentarily to slide his t-shirt up over his head, ruffling his long brown-and-blue locks on the way off.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous..." He says it more to himself, under his breath, than to Nu. But by the gleaming look in his eye, he knows just how much his sub enjoys the flattery.
"Get in the bed."
Nihlus
that's all I want