Euan was growing far too impatient to be able to keep this up for much longer. It tok all he had to keep quiet and only roll his eyes to prevent himself from prolonging this any longer, even if he was able to distract himself by reciprocating Nate’s kiss. The hair stroking was a nice touch, but even then Euan’s focus was on seeing what was beneath that zipper. With Nate’s admission that he was Euan’s, the singer finally cracked a smile and slid his hand down ‘King’s pants and underwear to feel his length skin-to-skin. “I take it I’m still calling you King?” he whispered starting to tub his palm along the warm member trying to make it harden and return some of the torture that Nate had given him.
The hand coming into contact with flesh was entirely distracting, and Nate had to breath through his nose, stopping himself from moaning just yet. He knew Euan was trying to get some sort of revenge, and he’d let him believe it wasn’t effecting him in the slightest, even if his dick was becoming hard from the touch. “King, Prince, plaything... I’m going to go by any of those and I might tell you my name later, so you could find me again.” ‘might’ being the operative word, because he was sure he wanted Euan running after him like some love-sick puppy if he could. A challenge was always fun for both sides, after all. “You realise it’s yours for now, right? I made a deal.” He licked across Euan’s lips, giving a soft nip with a smirk on his face, hands running down his neck. “So come on. Have me.”
