Author's Note: I'm not exactly sure where I was going with this; it's a product of my extreme boredom whilst writing an assignment. A very OOC drabble.
Disclaimer: I do not own either of the characters.
No longer do they continue to exist as two separate beings as in this moment they have become one single entity; in this very moment a part, however miniscule, however fleeting, of each man exists within the other. Senses radically heightened, their every sound emitted, each groan or lustful sigh, their every movement be it a sudden unwitting tremble or a sharp thrust is significantly enhanced until everything that exists around them simply slips away and it is just them and their desire.
Driven by passion the blonde feels everything; every single thrust as he forces himself further still into the younger man; every one of the brunette's transient movements beneath him coupled with his loud exhales. Bodes slick with sweat they are truly made for one another, fitting together wonderfully like the long since missing pieces of a puzzle. Together, they are sheer perfection.
He looks down at the younger man as he grips the cool linen bed sheets tightly in his fists and he observes in the dim light the half-closed rapidly fluttering eyelids, the shallow lines that form on the pale skin of his forehead as his face creases in an exquisite combination of pain and ecstasy that is ultimately striking. The thin lips part and the brunette gasps loudly and helplessly as he tosses his head back against the pillow and tightens around him.
His heels dig into Eric's lower back whilst his fingernails scrape at the skin of his slender forearms leaving a trail of dull pain that only encourages him to continue to push harder and faster as he feels that familiar tingling sensation rising up inside of him. Breathing hard, he struggles to think when the feeling courses over him and when he loses his control in the moment the blonde does not quite know whether it is he or Nate that cries out in the empty apartment, or if he has indeed imagined it.
His arms are weak and they quiver feebly beneath his weight before he collapses against the younger man and, holding him against him he buries his face into the warm velvety skin between his neck and his shoulder. He inhales deeply that conflicting scent of his sweat mingling with that of his shampoo; the scent that is uniquely him.
Neither speaks as he clings to him with his arms draped clumsily across his smooth chest feeling it rapidly rise and fall with each long steadying breath. As much as this may mean to the younger man, he is startlingly aware that the feelings are not reciprocated yet he can not push that unyielding need to know that he, too, can not bear the thought of letting him go each night and returning to his own life. All too aware that there is nothing he can do, he remains silent and continues to hold on to him in a manner that is almost desperate and not unlike the way in which a drowning man may cling to a piece of floating debris at sea, and hopes that just tonight he will stay.
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