[it's the first word that comes to mind, that he can grab onto and say. he normally wouldn't let himself get this unguarded, but it's Nero. and-- fuck, he loves it.
And him.
he starts to let his head rest back, as he feels himself nearing the edge. his hand slides down from Nero's hair to over his shoulder, as his other hand slides up his side, his nails digging in with a bite. he bites of Nero's name with a moan, and his breath hitches when he comes]
Re: Day 312 MISTLETOE
[it's the first word that comes to mind, that he can grab onto and say. he normally wouldn't let himself get this unguarded, but it's Nero. and-- fuck, he loves it.
And him.
he starts to let his head rest back, as he feels himself nearing the edge. his hand slides down from Nero's hair to over his shoulder, as his other hand slides up his side, his nails digging in with a bite. he bites of Nero's name with a moan, and his breath hitches when he comes]