"There you are." His voice is hushed as if he's afraid he'll disrupt the moment. Nate doesn't relax like this easily or often.
He takes his time with Nate's neck, lingering over the sides and the peak of the apple. As soon as the fastenings of Nate's shirt are undone he's adding a hand to the mix, fingers trailing up a side to play with the hair at the top of Nate's neck.
"My treasure." With the other hand he pushes the shirt open so he can rest it there over Nate's heart, feeling the beat underneath his palm. There's a tangible smile to his lips as he trails kisses over Nate's collarbones and shoulders, as he breathes in the scent of his husband.
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He takes his time with Nate's neck, lingering over the sides and the peak of the apple. As soon as the fastenings of Nate's shirt are undone he's adding a hand to the mix, fingers trailing up a side to play with the hair at the top of Nate's neck.
"My treasure." With the other hand he pushes the shirt open so he can rest it there over Nate's heart, feeling the beat underneath his palm. There's a tangible smile to his lips as he trails kisses over Nate's collarbones and shoulders, as he breathes in the scent of his husband.