Nicky was not the best lover. He was simply an observant one. He was just as focused and sharp in bed as he was on a job, and the result was that he could dial in on each change in Booker's tone and pleas and be able to respond to them accordingly.
Watching Booker lose himself under him was a beautiful sight and Nicky drank in the sight of him, burning it into his memory so that he'd be able to describe it to Joe later.
His goal accomplished and his control no longer needed, he managed all of three more sharp thrusts before he was bowing to press his forehead against Booker's sternum, his grip on the man's hips hard enough to bruise as he came, Booker's name a haggard cry on his lips.
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Date: 2020-10-04 09:45 pm (UTC)Watching Booker lose himself under him was a beautiful sight and Nicky drank in the sight of him, burning it into his memory so that he'd be able to describe it to Joe later.
His goal accomplished and his control no longer needed, he managed all of three more sharp thrusts before he was bowing to press his forehead against Booker's sternum, his grip on the man's hips hard enough to bruise as he came, Booker's name a haggard cry on his lips.