"Oh." It's not just the spreading wide and fucking hard. It's that it's him that does it for Nate. No one has ever felt for him like this. There's a word here that's short and starts with l and is entirely dangerous, and his mind keeps touching it anyway with each deliberate thrust.

"The way you look at me, the way you fuck me, Nate..." He curls upward, straining the muscles of his stomach so he can wrap his arms around Nate and kiss back as if his life depends on it.

"I'm yours, Nate," whispered at the end of the kiss, accompanied by a tight internal squeeze around the man.