fire starter //
Allen thought about snapping at Nick, telling him to fucking hurry up where his hand seemed to be moving slower than a snail at his belt (it was his first instinct, after all) because he was fully hard and yearned for touch. He refrained, and the only reason why was because he distracted himself from it by ducking down beneath Nick’s chin and attaching his mouth to his neck, teeth sinking in instantly, biting him hard enough that he knew there’d be a mark as soon as he drew back. He didn’t, though, just sucked at the spot for a bit, up until the need for his lips to be pressed up against the blond’s grew irresistible. To say that Nick’s words simply 'affected' him would’ve been an outstanding understatement at that point. God — Allen would’ve deemed them equivalent to pouring gasoline all over the floor and tossing a lit match into it. The boy was his biggest weakness. “You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered into their intimacy, his hips rocking up to chase the gesture he’d received from Nick’s hand, grunting at it. As soon as he was kissing him again, everything even slightly out of place fell back in. It was in that moment that he gave up trying to deny that he’d have kissed Nick forever if it was possible. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t have given to be able to do that; Allen swore.
His hands had been wandering the skin of his upper body, placed on his shoulders at that particular moment, moaning into his mouth softly as their tongues reacquainted themselves after far too long of a departure. The tip of his own played with the underside of Nick’s piercing, finding it extremely attractive (what didn’t Allen find attractive when it came to him, anyway?). He’d missed that thing. Distractedly, he pulled his hands away from the other boy and reached into his back pocket for his wallet, breaking the kiss by accident, but at least he’d gotten out one of the lube packets. Allen had it torn open within seconds, and almost just as quickly, he had Nick’s jeans unbuttoned and had gotten his dick out from beneath his boxers. Once one of his hands was coated with the liquid, he’d wrapped it around his cock, stroking him earnestly from the start. It was then that he leaned in to bring their mouths together again, his free hand grasping Nick’s throat and Allen wasn’t too sure how it’d gotten there but he definitely wasn’t complaining. “When’s the last time you got fucked, huh, baby? Tell me.”
“D-don’t”, Nick protested against Allen’s mouth and teeth paying attention to the gentle skin on his neck. It was not that it wasn’t one of the best things in the world for him ---- Allen certainly knew it was ---- he just couldn’t have any evidence of this happening anywhere on his body. He couldn’t put into words how hard it had been to gently push his lover away. To keep Allen’s mouth occupied and away from his skin, he tugged on his lower lip and gave it a slow lick. He let Allen speak before bringing their wet mouths back together, chuckling into the kiss. He wanted to say how much he still fucking loved him, because he couldn’t remember the last time he had. He needed to tell him, but he didn’t. Instead, succumbing to the irresistible need of saying just anything apart from that, a stupid question fell from his mouth. “Did you miss this, baby?” Stupid. It was stupid because a) he clearly fucking did and b) Nick didn’t have the balls to say me. Did you miss me. He could feel his whole face burn up, which resulted into his hands leaving Allen’s buldge and landing on his neck to make sure his ex didn’t move away for another second. Nickel didn’t even realise when he dug his nails deep into the redhead’s nape and started dragging them across his neck, leaving even paler scratches on his already pale skin, which would soon turn red. Quietly moaning into the other male’s mouth, his breaths short and shaky, he couldn’t help but get a tighter grip on Allen’s neck, bruising him. It might have been because he finally felt the hand he was yearning for around his cock, moving quickly enough for him to turn into a complete mess. “L-last time you fucked me, daddy. Please do it again. Please make me so fucking sore again”, Nick whined against his mouth, greedily inhaling all of his breaths and hungrily chasing his lips for more kisses. The only thing that made him slow down was the hand on his throat ---- it honestly made him alarmed for a second or two, causing him to grab Allen’s wrist tightly (it had a psychological effect on him, he already felt as if he was choking) but he relaxed quickly, since he trusted his lover more than anyone. “I forgot how you can’t even wrap your tiny fucking palm around my dick”, he joked, laughing under his breath and finally moving a little to look at the beautiful boy’s features, but he couldn’t keep the gaze for long. His eyes fell shut and his head fell back at the overwhelming feeling of rush, leaving his neck exposed, inviting Allen to mark every inch of it with his hand and mouth, as he swallowed hard and breathed faster.
