( this place is built upon the act of sex and intimacy in an almost forced sort of way. where lust and unbridled desire are favored, expected, encouraged among all, and sweetness like this is simply ok.
for nate, prior to coming here, the most he'd ever experienced had been a kiss with a woman now dead. intimacy in itself hadn't been anything he had explored or even wanted to. it's hard to when you're just trying to survive each day that comes β lay low and hope today isn't the day you're discovered. you're hunted. you're killed. his mind had been in a constant fight or flight mode that to be here β to be in a place so much more slower in terms of how to survive, it'd been jarring and he'd wanted nothing more than push back at everything and everyone here.
sometimes he feels like experiencing this β really experiencing it as one should in their life, is a means to land him into a sort of trap where he'll want to comply with this place and its expectations β not want to fight back anymore and fall into a sort of contentment that he's felt others here have within them. he doesn't want that. no matter how sweet some moments feel and yet, with the way steve touches him β takes his time with him and makes his heart flutter in ways he's rarely felt before coming here, it's hard not to. if even for just a little while.
head tipping back, the sound that leaves him when those fingers touch him from the inside is soft and surprised, bleeding into a long moan after. this part still takes him a little to get used to and he chases down any insecurities that steve might not find him worth it with being so inexperienced. steve himself isn't either, so this... this is ok. they can figure it out and move together. slow and steady, building up to something more intense. if they want.
blindly, he brushes fingers along the curve of the other man's shoulder and he lolls his head to the side, swallowing. eyes fluttering open as he looks to him with a flushed face and he smiles a bit as he nods. showing he's ok. showing that this is ok. )
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for nate, prior to coming here, the most he'd ever experienced had been a kiss with a woman now dead. intimacy in itself hadn't been anything he had explored or even wanted to. it's hard to when you're just trying to survive each day that comes β lay low and hope today isn't the day you're discovered. you're hunted. you're killed. his mind had been in a constant fight or flight mode that to be here β to be in a place so much more slower in terms of how to survive, it'd been jarring and he'd wanted nothing more than push back at everything and everyone here.
sometimes he feels like experiencing this β really experiencing it as one should in their life, is a means to land him into a sort of trap where he'll want to comply with this place and its expectations β not want to fight back anymore and fall into a sort of contentment that he's felt others here have within them. he doesn't want that. no matter how sweet some moments feel and yet, with the way steve touches him β takes his time with him and makes his heart flutter in ways he's rarely felt before coming here, it's hard not to. if even for just a little while.
head tipping back, the sound that leaves him when those fingers touch him from the inside is soft and surprised, bleeding into a long moan after. this part still takes him a little to get used to and he chases down any insecurities that steve might not find him worth it with being so inexperienced. steve himself isn't either, so this... this is ok. they can figure it out and move together. slow and steady, building up to something more intense. if they want.
blindly, he brushes fingers along the curve of the other man's shoulder and he lolls his head to the side, swallowing. eyes fluttering open as he looks to him with a flushed face and he smiles a bit as he nods. showing he's ok. showing that this is ok. )