Just Nate

I'm Nathan Thorne, 29 year old Literature professor. Verse/Top [this is an RP account]

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“Now, see, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk. Joke’s on you because you really didn’t need to buy all this for that. I’m a lightweight.”

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tracefck:

“Yeah, well if you weren’t so charming, I wouldn’t be so willing to fall for your twisted ankle prank and be lured into your sadistic lair” he joked as he let out a chuckle and continued to support the other male as they inched closer and closer to where he assumed that the other male lived. “Ah, well I guess that you are going to just have to put your man card on the bench for the next week” he shuddered in a joking tone before continuing, “It honestly wasn’t that bad. I mean, at the time I thought my life was over. But by now I would be retired anyways” he laughed and then asked, “So, what do you do?”

"I can only imagine how charming a sweaty man grunting on the grass is," he joked back. It was surprising to Nate how the turn of events was better than he had expected. "I guess so. I'll have to find someone to get me man-greasy-burgers since my membership's tentatively revoked." Another laugh. "Me? I teach. Literature at the university. Tried writing a novel for a bit but it's not working out well, and we all need money to live. What do you do?" They finally reached the building where he stayed. It was a tall building, taller than most apartment buildings, but it wasn't entirely fancy. "This is my building. I'm only on the third floor, thankfully."

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officerpellegrino:

“Keep sayin’ things like that and we might actually fall into bed together,” Vincent said with a chuckle, hands in his pockets. Though they were living off the coast of Florida, the night air was a bit chilly - the sun having set - and he was thankful that he had opted to wear one of his long-sleeves button-downs. “Don’t really got a car, so I guess we’ll have to make do with the cove. For now, at least. We can always go to the other spot next time,” he said before a chuckle befell his lips, following the shorter male as they walked. “I don’t think ya want me to get lost. With the combination of wine and a good set of arms, ya might get taken advantage of and need someone to protect ya,” Vincent stated with a teasing grin, using his elbow to playfully rib the other in the side.

"Now, now, now, officer. Is getting me to bed all you think about?" he playfully teased the other man, as they walked along the street, Nate guiding the way to the cove. "Definitely sounds like a good second date," he explained, gauging the man's reaction to him calling this a date. "I have a car, so I can pick you up then." The words of the other man made him laugh, much more than he had expected to. He feigned a scowl as the man elbowed him. "You know, I think I have to agree with you. I mean, people see me walking with you, and no one would dare take advantage of me. You should be around me more often," he proposed jokingly. It only took a few minutes before they were finally at the cove, Nate bringing Vincent closer to the shore where soft waves crashed against it. "This is it. It's a peaceful place. Not too crowded. And the view is great. But I think it's best appreciated during the sunrise."

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kaidenxbelmont:

“Exactly, keeping a guy like you should be considered a crime. Although it could also mean it’s been a while so you’ll be extra responsive for me.” His words were still tinged with that confidence, more than pleased with the other’s responses once they were on the way to the restrooms. He knew there was no way this would be a one time thing, even if he wasn’t entirely convinced that he’d really remember much of the evening. “I foresee plenty of rounds in both of our futures. If you’re as good as I believe you’ll be, that is.” He chuckled against Nate’s mouth once he heard the mention of being taken in for questioning. “Huh, kinky. Not sure I’d be able to get away with taking you in the interrogation room, but could be fun trying it.” There was still a gentle tease in his voice, even as fingers roughly grabbed the fabric of Nate’s shirt, dragging it over his head whilst his own jeans were opened. Dark blue boxers revealed, but he was quick to instead grasps the others wrists and attempt to pin them above his head, mouth soon going for his neck. “How about I make you cum without touching your cock? Good enough for your first time in public for a while?”

"What kind of a guy do you think I am? I'm always very responsive," he claimed, winking and chuckling at the other man. "Now who's already planning ahead?" he replied. Though he was certain that Kaiden was right, that there would be many more times after that. And Nate had absolutely no problems with it. "Could also be fun putting on a show for people on the other side," he replied breathlessly, in between kisses. The playful banter somehow egged Nate on further, making him more aroused than he'd care to admit. His clothes were removed swiftly and as he attempted to grab the other man's crotch, he found his hands being pinned over his head, the sound of him slamming against the stall door echoing in the empty bathroom. "Sounds like a mighty promise that you better plan on fulfilling, otherwise, I'll be sorely disappointed," he muttered, swallowing hard in anticipation for what Kaiden was about to do.

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jesse x nate

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withersjesse:

Jesse never thought things through, no matter what action he was taking the boy only care about the recompense, and never the suffrage that might come from his own schemes. He was never one to care about others but himself, kind of following a lonely yet narrow path in life, and as far as he was concerned it didn’t leave him on the streets again. As he walked into the male’s office a grin grew wide on his features, as he stared the man down. Shutting the door, he was quick to take a seat, putting his feet on the man’s desk as he crossed his arms. “I mean, what would I rather be doing that doing you?” he teased. “Everything’s fine. Okay, so maybe I do come to some classes drunk, but it’s not like I’m on a bender. Let’s be real AA is A waste of time. I just like to loosen up before class, and it helps me not stress out over work. You know how we artists are.” he said dismissing any worries the male could’ve had. “So you like it when I talk is that it?”

Of course Jesse would have denied it. He was that type of guy, holding his true emotions back to keep people at a distance. At least, when it came to that, Nate knew how it felt, and Nate also knew the backlash that often came with it. He tapped Jesse's feet, urging him to get his foot off his desk before he continued. "That's not an excuse. It's not just coming into class drunk. I've seen you picking some fights with people. I just don't want you to hurt yourself, Jesse." Somehow, the dismissiveness of the other man made him worry even more. "I... like it when I'm confident that my students come to class decent. And when I don't have to worry if they'll show up to class the next day." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before moving out of the chair behind the desk, inching closer to Jesse. "I like it when my students can promise they'd come to class sober, for starters."

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gabe-lopez:

“That’s fine with me,” he admitted with a half shrug. “The more volunteers the better,” he ended it with his own playful wink. He watched the man sip his beer, he heard his vocal reaction. “Long day or something?” It had only been a matter of moments before Nate downed the entirety of his beer on his second go. So this was going to be that kind of night. “Yeah? I have some extra from the one I just made.” Grabbin a rocks glass, he carefully salted the rim, before picking up the bar shaker with the remnants of his first margarita and poured it in, managing to just barely fill it to the top. Plucking a lime on the rim, he slid it over to Nate and leaned against the counter directly in front of him. “Go on, tell me how I did.”

“Well I hope that’s not a pick up line, because it’d be pretty weak if it was. Especially since I am… or was. Gabe Lopez. I was in your Classic American Lit class last semester. You gave me a B+.”

"I guess you could say that." It was more like a long week but he didn't want the bartender asking him about the things that plagued his thoughts just yet. He watched with interest as the young man began to make his drink, making quick work of the act. His eyes fell on the glass now before him and smiled, taking a sip. "Wow. This is really good. Definitely one of the best margaritas I've had in a while." Granted, he never really drank margaritas, but Nate figured maybe it was time to change that. "So, where's the drink I'm buying you?" he asked, urging the other man to drink with him.

He chuckled, shaking his head and taking another sip of his drink. "I knew it. I blame the dim lighting that I didn't notice you sooner. You know you would have gotten an A- if you had followed proper formatting and submitted on time, right?"

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brockmustang:

Brock smirked around Nate’s dick again as he slurped hard on his tool, drinking down any precome that leaked from the tip. He was throbbing in his mouth and Brock continued tightening his throat around his cock. He could feel his friend thrusting his cock up in his mouth now and the producer hugged his thighs tighter against his shoulders. He always had a knack for making Nate come sooner than he wanted to. It always turned him on to see his best friend unraveling, trying to fight back but never winning. He sucked on his cock like it was the only source of life Nate had. The other man was writhing around, holding onto Brock as best as he could while blowing him. Brock’s own cock, hard and leaking, might actually bust without touching it. Maybe the two of them just knew how their bodies ticked. Because Nate was working wonders on him, and he was the one getting blown. Brock sucked on his cock harder, and bobbed his head a tad faster this time around.

Nate was leaking tremendously, but he couldn't help it. Brock always kept him so close to the edge that it was a feat not to cum on the spot. But he managed to hold it in. For how long, he didn't know exactly. But he knew he wanted to savor the moment for as long as he could. Their bodies meshed in a rhythmic motion that drove Nate closer and closer to the edge that he had to grip tightly at Brock's hair, tugging it before holding it steadily to stop. He looked up at the other man, panting, his own cock dripping wet. "W-wait. I don't want to cum yet." Nate laughed weakly, slowly moving to pull his cock out of the other man's mouth before collapsing on the bed. "Not when I remember you promising to give my ass proper attention."

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Jake bite down on his lips as he held back the urge to kiss him again. Although he knew that he couldn’t not. “If you say so. You keep on saying that but I don’t believe it. Nate, you will make a guy very happy one day. Want to know why because you are one of the most amazing guys out there. You just have to see what I see.” Locking eyes with him, with a serious look. 

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“You’re too kind, Jake. Honestly.” He paused for a moment, looking back at the boy he once knew and wondering what kind of man he was about to get to know again. “Maybe you’ll help me with that. Seeing what you see,” he commented, reaching out to touch the man’s face and stroking his cheek with his thumb. “How’s this Sunday sound? Dinner at my place?”

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jaxton-hughes:

Jaxton knew he could get Nate whenever and however he wanted. It took a five minute texting conversation with a few photos just to get him a little bit riled up and not twenty minutes later, the man would be pounding him like there was no tomorrow. It was nice to have such a reliable and predictable top in his life. He was waiting on his hands and knees, back arched so that perfectly meaty ass was on display for his currently lover. He glanced back to the man and smirked when he heard his door open. He knew exactly how Jax liked it. Straight to the point. He didn’t mind a lot of foreplay but getting clothes off was always too much of a hassle. 

“Oh, baby, I know.” Soon, he felt him get onto the bed and take his ass in his hands. God, he could already tell that this was going to be an amazing lay. It always was with Professor Thorne. He let out a low moan as the tongue brushed across his puckered hole. “N-No, sir. It’s been awhi-” He was cut off by a harsh smack landing on his ass. “Fuck…You know me too well.” He murmured.

"Mmmm, you just know I love it when you're needy, don't you, Jax?" he teased, slapping the man's ass firmly once more. Normally, he would have spent some time teasing the other man further. Licking that ass, toying with it with his fingers until Jax begged for his cock. But he knew the young man was already in need of more, and if he admitted to himself, he did too. So without waiting any further, he stood on the bed, placing his legs on either side of the other man, the tip of his hard cock brushing against Jax's perfect hole.

Nate looked at the plump ass and spit at it, covering the tight, pink ring with his saliva before rubbing the head of his cock against it, lubing up the hole before pushing himself inside. The tight warmth of Jax's ass wrapped around his cock, clenching around it but he kept pushing, letting out a loud moan as he did so. "Mmm, I forgot how good you feel, Mister Hughes," he said in a soft but authoritative voice. He kept pushing down until he couldn't anymore, rolling his hips slightly back and forth to loosen the other man further before he truly began. Nate thrust deep into the other man, pulling back only to slam back harder into the young man's ass.

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Chris Wood for BELLO Magazine

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Call // Nate

Tyler: Oh, oh- I'm not stopping. Gettin' closer.

Nate: Don't cum yet. Not until I tell you to, got it?

Nate: What are you thinking about now?

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Call // Nate

Tyler: Fuck, oh fuuck. *moans loudly* Nate, feels so good. If only it was your cock.

Nate: Fuck, you sound so good.

Nate: Stick another finger in.

Nate: And don't stop stroking.

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tracefck:

Trace feigned fright as he played along with the other male, “Aw, damnit. I knew that there was a savy killer underneath that handsome exterior” he grinned as he sighed, “Well, I guess that you are just going to have to get your Man Card revoked. But it’s okay, you can always borrow mine” he laughed once more before shaking his head, “Seriously, don’t worry about it. It wasn’t like some big dramatic thing. Running just wasn’t in the cards for me”. When asked about the injury, Trace shrugged, “Yeah, it is all better. I just can’t do the rigorous training that I had to do back in the day.”

"Well, we killers tend to have that charming face you just can't say no to. I know you were drawn to that. Don't even deny it." Despite the pain that ran along his leg, he had to admit that he was fairly amused, glad that he wasn't alone suffering through this. "I mean, I guess I could, but I just upgraded my man card to gold. I was ready to claim the 'weekend at home without pants' reward too." He pressed his hand on the man's shoulder, keeping himself steady as they walked, his apartment building already coming into view. "That's not so bad. At least you didn't get permanently injured, you know?"

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Call // Nate

Tyler: Okay yeah I can be good for that. Mmm, I'm trying not to rush. You don't know what thinking of you does to me.

Nate: I know. It gets me so riled up just knowing how badly you want me.

Nate: Finger yourself.

Nate: And moan for me. I wanna hear you.

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profdanehudson:

“I’ve been working on my resting asshole face but what can I say? I’m trying to undo 33 years of habit, it’s going to take a while. Plus I’m genuinely uninterested.” Dane laughed to himself, taking another drink of his beer, the sweet, intoxicating liquid now nearly gone.”Trust me, my friend, when I’m dicking someone good and deep, nobody’s laughing.”

“You sound like a photographer, talking about lighting and stuff. You’re a teacher, shut up.” Dane joked with a laugh. “And if you wanted to cuddle, you could have just said so.” He smiled, reaching one of his big biceps around the other man.

"Yeah, it seems like you've perfected the resting asshole face, I'm not sure I've seen you not have it," he teased. He knew that Dane was far from an asshole despite having a tougher exterior. "Hah, I guess I'll have to take your word for it then. I mean, it's not like I expected less from you. You look like you give a good dicking."

He shook his head. "I didn't really want to cuddle but since you clearly want to, who am I to refuse my kind host?" The man's arm around him felt nice, warm, and the muscles that he rested on made him feel oddly secure. "You know that your arm is almost bigger than my face, right?" he said, as though the realization had only hit him. "You're not planning to get me comfortable only to crush me with your muscles, right?"

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jesse x nate

Nate wasn't sure what he was doing here. He knew he should have stayed out of his students' business. And clearly, whatever it was Jesse was doing, he was doing it for his own reasons. Nate didn't have to get involved with it. But he was an educator, and it didn't just involve teaching students. It involved worrying about their well-being, too. And he was afraid that if he didn't step in, he might not have had the chance to later on. When he heard the knock on his door, he readjusted himself on his seat before calling out. "Come in. And please shut the door behind you." He watched as Jesse seemed to reluctantly walk into his office, his eyes not leaving the man.

"Thanks for coming to see me. I know there are other things you'd rather be doing with your time," he explained, gently loosening the tie that hung around his neck. "I know I'm not a guidance counselor but I'm concerned. Is everything okay?" Of course he already had an idea of what was going on. He had overheard Jesse talking to the principal, making some demands, among other things. "I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything, okay?"