He could have pressed for more. Could have kept Booker suspended on his fingers, stroking him from the inside until the man feel apart and begged. Because Booker was right. He did like it when he begged.
But then Booker whined in his ear and his body was so perfectly greedy for more and..well, Nicky didn't have the heart to deny him any longer. Call him a hopeless (or incurable) romantic, but he'd missed this man. Missed him in the bedroom, yes, but he'd missed his voice in his ear, his laughter in the air. He missed the glint in Booker's eye when the man was planning something adorably stupid.
He missed those three little words murmured softly in that annoying French accent.
Sitting up, he smoothed his free hand down the man's chest, keeping him in place as he settled himself on his knees between Booker's spread legs. He gave the man two more rolling thrusts of his fingers, then eased them back and out, already reaching for the lube to coat his cock. He probably should have stretched him a bit more, but he was impatient.
He lined himself up and rocked forward, pressing until Booker's body yielded to him and he could press himself into the man's body with small, rolling motions of his hips.
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But then Booker whined in his ear and his body was so perfectly greedy for more and..well, Nicky didn't have the heart to deny him any longer. Call him a hopeless (or incurable) romantic, but he'd missed this man. Missed him in the bedroom, yes, but he'd missed his voice in his ear, his laughter in the air. He missed the glint in Booker's eye when the man was planning something adorably stupid.
He missed those three little words murmured softly in that annoying French accent.
Sitting up, he smoothed his free hand down the man's chest, keeping him in place as he settled himself on his knees between Booker's spread legs. He gave the man two more rolling thrusts of his fingers, then eased them back and out, already reaching for the lube to coat his cock. He probably should have stretched him a bit more, but he was impatient.
He lined himself up and rocked forward, pressing until Booker's body yielded to him and he could press himself into the man's body with small, rolling motions of his hips.