Nick groaned against Christian’s neck. He pulled his lips away from the blondes neck to quickly pull off his shirt. He threw it somewhere in the room, his lips reattaching themselves to the blondes pale skin. “I’m right here babe,” he mumbled against Chris’ skin, even though he knew exactly what he meant.
“I just.. I need you..” He didn’t know how else to put it. He needed to feel safe, he needed to feel loved, he needed to feel like it was nothing but the two of them. His hands moved to Nick’s pants, unbuttoning them slowly before letting go. He brought his arms up and wrapped them around the larger boy’s torso, hugging him tightly. “I love you..”
Nick knew that as soon as Christian pulled away he didn’t want his shirt off. Every time Christian got bad again he got self concious and Nick understood to an extent, when he was bad again he felt bad about himself too. So he nodded and moved his hands down to the boys hips, his fingers tracing a pattern into the skin there as his lips moved over the boys neck.
Christian closed his eyes and arched his neck as his husband’s lips were pressed against his neck. “Nick..” he breathed as hands travelled down the side of Nick’s body, letting them disappear under the other’s shirt. His hands roamed his husband’s torso for a few moments. He allowed his hands to travel until they reached the hem, slowly pulling it up. “I need you..” his voice was barely above a whisper.
Nick nipped at Christian’s lips when he felt his fingers in his hair. As his tongue worked at the others he started working at the sweatshirt that covered the blonde’s bony chest.
The blond pulled away from the kiss when he realized what Nick was doing. With a small shake of his head, he peered into a pair of chocolate hues that he knew so well. “I’m still cold,” his voice was small. Sure, Christian was cold, but that hadn’t been all of it. His self-esteem always plummeted when ever he hit any weight below 117; he was already on the edge of not allowing his husband to see him naked. The nineteen-year-old swallowed hard, hoping that Nick wouldn’t make anything of it.
-He groaned into the other’s mouth as his tongue massaged against Christians. His hands ran down the boys side, playing with the bottom of the sweatshirt-
Christian’s tongue moved with Nick’s as he moved until his husband was settled between his legs. His thin legs rested against the outside of both the larger male’s hips. One of his hands ghosted over the other’s skin until his fingers threaded themselves in brunette strands.
“What you’re doing right now is tea—” Christian was stopped by by a small groan escaping the back of his lips. A small blush creeped up on him as he felt the heat rise to his face. No matter how many times they did this, no matter how much he knew how Nick worked, it never got old. While most couples—their sex life withered after a while, that wasn’t the case with this married couple. Nick still had him blushing, butterflies in his stomach all the time, and could have him squirming with a simple touch.The blond’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt a teasing hand travel down his much too thin torso, causing him to suck in his stomach. He might have been underweight and his ribs noticeable, but he saw the opposite. Tilting his head slightly, he whispered in Nick’s ear, “Teasing isn’t being a good boy, Woody.”
The blond’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt a teasing hand travel down his much too thin torso, causing him to suck in his stomach. He might have been underweight and his ribs noticeable, but he saw the opposite. Tilting his head slightly, he whispered in Nick’s ear, “Teasing isn’t being a good boy, Woody.”Christian smirked down at Nick as he noticed the blush that grew on his cheeks. The older boy didn’t blush often and when he did, it gave Christian goosebumps everytime. He knew that Nick was trying to hide it when he felt a pair of familiar lips attach to the side of his neck. Straddling the brunette’s hips once more, he grinded down slightly, their half hard cocks brushing together.
Christian smirked down at Nick as he noticed the blush that grew on his cheeks. The older boy didn’t blush often and when he did, it gave Christian goosebumps everytime. He knew that Nick was trying to hide it when he felt a pair of familiar lips attach to the side of his neck. Straddling the brunette’s hips once more, he grinded down slightly, their half hard cocks brushing together.-kisses him back before pulling back slightly, looking at Nick’s body up and down slowly, hovering over him again- You’re absolutely beautiful..
Nick grinned into the kiss tasting himself on Christian’s tongue. Leaving his forehead against Christian’s he chuckled then pouted. “But the end was my favorite part. I hate being tickled.” Softly his ran his fingertips up and Christian’s arms. “Maybe I’ll tickle you and not wank you off after. Just to see how you like it.” Finishing the statement he made a sassy face at him.
“But I love tickling you,” the blond said, sticking his tongue out at the other. “You only don’t like being tickled because you’re so ticklish.” The smaller boy leaned forward as he reached out, ruffling Nick’s hair and making a mess of it. A small laugh escaped his lips at the brunette’s statement. “I’m not nearly as ticklish as you, so it’s not like it’s punishment. You’ve never even wanked me off after tickling me before, so what am I missing out on?” As he rested his shoulder against the cool wall, he placed his hand over once of Nick’s, lacing their fingers. For a few silent moments he did nothing but admire the other boy sitting across from him. With a small smile, he couldn’t help but to say, “you’re absolutely beautiful, you know that?”