#brenick

Teeth caught at an already cracked lip from the teasing hands that were roaming around except for the one area that ached for attention. Soft lips followed afterwards, trailing along his inner thigh before raising further up to plant a few kisses along his hip bone. Brent leaned his head back with a groan, his hands trembling at his sides from the need to escalate this further -- they settled on twisting and digging into the fabric of the blankets rather into a certain bitch that's tormenting him like this. Hazy, dark eyes opened to meet Nick's gaze. A devious gleam, one that would have been expected from Sophist, flashed in those brown eyes as he pressed more kisses across the skin. He blatantly ignored Brent's cock bobbing below him, settling on idly sliding his hands along quivering thighs. The knot in his belly grew tight, Brent teetering so far along the edge that it took every ounce of restraint to not cum and waste it all away on Nick's face. He brought a hand up to run his fingers through Nick's hair, nails scratching gently along the scalp that had Nick humming in pleasure. Once again, he dove down to target unmarred thighs, going as far as to suck several hickeys along them. His hair tickled at his cock and balls whenever Nick traveled from one side to the next, making Brent moan in slight frustration. "Nick, c'mon... You're such a.... Fuck..." Hearing Nick snicker under his breath at his lack of insult nearly made him roll his eyes. Such a catty brat. When teeth nipped just near the hilt, Brent couldn't take it anymore. "...Goddamn it, Nick. Just...Just kiss me. Touch me, already..!" No doubt feeling victorious, Nick rose up with a chuckle and a wink towards his fuming boyfriend. "Just couldn't handle it huh, bubby~? Callin' yourself the king of skill for jack shit." The snarky ( somewhat mean spirited ) response died away in Brent's throat when he felt a warm hand wrapping around his cock; instead, he let out a guttural groan before having it be consumed by Nick when lips collided with his. One hand flew up to tug at Nick's hair, prompting him to moan while the other reached down to smack at his still clothed ass. Something like that of a yelp and a moan, still muffled by the devouring kiss, could be heard from Nick, though it didn't have his grip falter. Brent danced his tongue with the other's when it shoved past his lips, sloppily making out with him along with rolling his hips into that stroking hand. He felt himself teetering at the edge for a moment before Brent finally lost that hold and fell to the abyss below. He pulled away from the kiss to let out a ragged moan as his cock twitched once before spilling out all over Nick's hand and some streams landing on his stomach. In return, Nick dove for his neck to nip and kiss at the sweaty skin, swiping his tongue at the fluttering pulse. Nick made a face at cum staining all over his hand, reaching over to a discarded shirt on the floor to wipe it off. He held back a wheeze when he heard Brent groan out of disgust rather than relief. "Bro, that was my shirt! Asshole..."