[mature] [MATURE]Nuage.

[Nuage]

His back is pressed flush against the door, but that doesn’t stop him from attacking each and every part of Nihlus that he can reach. Playfully he had started to kiss and nibble on Nih’s lips, kisses and nibbles that get more demanding as times passes. As to tell him to hurry the fuck up. Nuage blames Nihlus fully for his own incompetence; he should’ve had his keys ready.

When the door opens behind him he stumbles in backwards, not one moment afraid to fall – Nih would make sure he wouldn’t. Nu’s arms tighten their hold around Nihlus’ neck, and as he gazes up at the taller man he cannot hide the twitch of his lips and the twinkle in his eyes. Knowing fully he leans forward again, taking Nihlus’ lower lip between his teeth to give it a good, nice and slow tug. ”You should’ve known better.” Oh yes, he fucking said it, openly and shamelessly challenging his lover. Nuage liked it, playful whenever they were on their own. They both knew that, in the end, he would submit anyway.

Somewhere along the way Nuage had jumped and while in Nih’s hold, he had wrapped his legs around the man’s waste. One of Nu’s hands slides through dark locks, lightly tugging as their kisses grow more needy ánd demanding. But they don’t arrive a minute too soon in the bedroom.

There goes his cardigan, quickly followed by his shirt, and once his arms are freed of his shirt they drop down in favour or unbuttoning his jeans. For a short moment he wonders why he always wears skinnies – right, yes, because Nih likes them. ”Oh hush, don’t tease me..” he grumbles, glancing away as his cheeks flush crimson.

Before Nuage moves to follow his dom’s command, he makes sure to wiggle out of his jeans, which is unceremoniously dumped on the ground with his other clothes. He probably should’ve get rid his underwear too, but, oh well. Glancing across his shoulder Nu winks at his still fully clothed dom, wiggling his ass, but then makes sure to quickly get himself settled in the center of the bed, rather comfortably probed up against some pillows.

”Do I get to watch you strip now?” The glint is back his eyes, though his cheeks are still flushed. Damm you, Nihlus. Anyway, who does not ask, does not get, and Nuage is more than willing to try. His hands fold behind his head, and legs crossing at his ankles. His features show a smudge grin as he looks up to where Nih stands, one eyebrow cocked up as to silently ask Nihlus what is taking so long.

Nuage

I wanted it to be you