#nillon

There was frost on the glass. Snow fell silently, muffling sounds of the sleepless city below. The morning sunlight was turned soft and grey as it passed through the clouds.

But the cold outside world did not hinder the movement of the two people warmed beneth the sheets and by each other.

Nick’s thrusts were slow and smooth and Dillon sighed. He wrapped his legs around him tighter, pulling him closer. Dillon ran his hands into Nick’s hair and drew their lips to meet. He let Nick’s tongue slip into his mouth and moaned.

Nick’s pace quickened and soft moans turned into panting and breathless encouragements. He held the older man’s hands in place over his head with one hand and grabbed his hip with the other, angling him to reach deeper. He ran a tongue over Dillon’s jaw and kissed at his neck, making him squirm and whimper in his ear.

As his thrusts became erratic, he let go of Dillon’s hands and wrapped his own around his dick, earning him a gasp and the older man’s hips attempting to match the rhythm of his pumping.

They both came quickly after, Dillon crying out his name, then Nick with a groan. They were still, panting and coming down from the high, and everything was slow and heavy around them.

Dillon lazily ran his hands up Nick’s shoulders and into his hair again, looking up at him. He could hear the traffic outside of the apartment now. The snow had stopped and the sun leaked through the clouds, casting a shadow over half of Nick’s face, but revealing the soft gold buried in his dirty blond hair.

Nick smiled but almost looked embarassed. “What?”

“You’re fucking beautiful like this.” Dillon silently noted the curve of Nick’s jaw in this light.

Nick laughed, gave him a quick peck on the lips, and fell beside him.

“Does it ever end with you?” he wrapped an arm around Dillon, bringing him closer. “The charm? Is this just what you do?”

“It’s what I do for you.” They were facing each other and Dillon moved in closer. “I’d say anything that’d make you stay with me here,” he whispered against Nick’s lips.

They kiss, soft and slow, lazy and warm to contrast with the world outside.