Recollection Of Before → Nathaniel & Timothy
Touched, by the hand of the very definition of intoxication, caused the skin of his neck, that lingered to the collar of his shoulder, to tingle. Melting in the warmth of his own feeling, on him. Caressed, by his very palm. Lovingly, full of emotions, emotion that made his very mind begin to loose all feeling. Turning numb under the passing feelings, through their, unexplainably passionate, kiss. For that, Timothy was lost. With a blank mind, his eyes slowly closed, accepting this undeniable feeling of pure pleasure as Nate’s hand pulled Tim closer towards him. He was in a trance. Letting Nate handle the blacksmith in anyway he wanted to; to push him against the wall, and have his way with him, to kiss him, caress him, hold him, whisper words of belief that would linger forever in his thoughts, none of it would faze Timothy. Happiness was achieved, but one simple touch, a simply kiss, the simple feeling that for a fact, Nathaniel as swept Timothy off the very ground.
His own hands, moved on their own. Releasing the death grip they had on his own trousers, as the result of expecting the unexpected, his hands were shaking uncontrollably. Trailing upwards, the tips of his fingers barely brushing against the silk of the fabric he wore. They hesitated, did he dare to hold on to dear life, as his conscious was slowly beginning to deplete itself? As his hands still traveled upwards, they stopped, as the fingers of Nate’s continued to wrap gently around his neck, causing a rise of goosebumps to wave on his skin. Placing both palms of his hands, carefully on the young man’s chest, his fingers slowly hooking their ways into the creases of his blazer, he did the daring move and pulled Nate closer. He took his request, the nip of his lower lip, and gladly gave him an invitation— the blacksmith’s lips slightly parting from the lawyers, keeping the faint touch of their lips in tact, before simply grabbing the control for a swift moment, and connecting them together, as one again.
He would be lying, if he were to speak of words of not being frighten during this. The very feeling of falling out of control in Nate’s presences, scared him. To fall into this simple motion of sharing lips with a man that captivated every entire thought of Timothy’s being, every reason on why he keeps the shop open late for the simple idea that if he were to lock up, he would be waiting out side for him.. Nate was Tim’s reason, his growing reason, his happening reason. He didn’t dare pull away from him, not only did he not have the strength to do it, but he didn’t want to. As if love, could describe this reason. As if want could, or possibly greed, maybe even crave would fit the category. All words, that would define, and describe why Tim’s heart was beating in a way that sounded identical to a butterflies fluttering wings — all of them would eventually lead to the word of no regret.
Nate smirked into the kiss, his heartbeat ricocheting in his ears. He found some strange form of satisfaction in Timothy’s small act of confidence. His skin was on fire where the other male’s hands rested, despite the barrier of cloth. Given their surroundings, their actions. This was scandalous. This was flesh on flesh. This was a beautiful ephemeral piece of heaven, and Nate wanted nothing more than to hold onto this forever. To hold onto Timothy forever. His thumb moved in a gentle circular against Timothy’s neck, slightly toying with the wisp of hair there. There was a small burn at the back of his throat, the top of his lungs. He needed oxygen, to breathe. Realistically speaking, they needed a break from the kiss, but Nathaniel stubbornly refused. He let out a small gasp, pulling the blond impossibly closer, his other hand resting itself against Tim’s side.
His lips were soft, and he tasted like some inexplicable combination of mint tea and sin. Nathaniel was already hopelessly addicted, his fingertips softly digging into Timothy’s side. He separated for a moment, resting his forehead against the other boy’s. His heartbeat was still very present in his ears, his skin still on fire as he panted for breath. He was lost in this state of pure astonishment. Amazed by Tim’s ability to easily render him speechless. His thoughts were muddled, and the more he looked into Timothy’s eyes, the harder he found it to form a sentence.
“Wow.” He said finally, moving his hand from the crook of Tim’s neck up to his cheek, his thumb still forming small circles. “That was...” Nate trailed off, still finding himself at a loss for words. It was clear that he no longer had to fear a negative reaction. It was clear that the feelings -- whatever they may be, were mutual. More than that, it was clear that Timothy wanted Nate as much as Nate wanted Timothy. Another grin made its way across his face, the warm on-fire feeling spreading from his chest to the rest of his body.
