[Nicky was nothing if not single minded about a task. It was what pushed him to excel in school, what had earned him the spot in the transfer student summer program. It was why he'd taken so long to decide between priesthood or his boyfriends. And now, all of that attention was focused entirely on the man under his hands.
Malta had been amazing and had opened up an entire world of possibilities, but it had been a night of passion and exploration. Here, Nicky wanted to learn.
He took his time on the hickey, sucking and nipping at it until it was a dark thumbprint on Booker's skin. It would last for a good long while, just under the neckline of most of his boyfriend's shirts. A private little mark that Booker could keep with him to remind him that he was loved.
Once he was happy with it, he pulled back to admire his work.]
I think I like leaving my mark on you, mio amore.
[His voice had gone a little husky, his accent thickening.]
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Date: 2020-08-31 03:33 pm (UTC)Malta had been amazing and had opened up an entire world of possibilities, but it had been a night of passion and exploration. Here, Nicky wanted to learn.
He took his time on the hickey, sucking and nipping at it until it was a dark thumbprint on Booker's skin. It would last for a good long while, just under the neckline of most of his boyfriend's shirts. A private little mark that Booker could keep with him to remind him that he was loved.
Once he was happy with it, he pulled back to admire his work.]
I think I like leaving my mark on you, mio amore.
[His voice had gone a little husky, his accent thickening.]