: Saintsmourn - Nicholas & Patrick :
May. 20th, 2025 09:20 pmNicholas Kirkland (Nicky to those who he considered friends) was at this moment finishing up the last of his reading for his college classes. In the little dorm-room that himself and Patrick shared, it was a muddle of books and random objects that they'd collected. Not only that but also bits and bobs of their friendship tied into neat little nostalgic notes.
The last rays of the sun was streaming in through the window and he was poised, feet crossed on desk and balancing barely on the back two legs-- precarious yes, and honestly he knew that he should not really be doing this. Coordination be damned, he'd never worried about it before despite the bumps and bruises he regularly got because he was perennially distracted.
It was almost time for Patrick to come home from his late evening classes and then they'd start their foraging for dinner.
After that, well the evening was still young and there was trouble to be had. All of which he looked forward to, after all Patrick had for as long as he remembered, been his favorite partner in crime.. they had grown up together and they had a special bond.
As close as brothers, except not quite-- and honestly? Nicholas was glad for that.
The last rays of the sun was streaming in through the window and he was poised, feet crossed on desk and balancing barely on the back two legs-- precarious yes, and honestly he knew that he should not really be doing this. Coordination be damned, he'd never worried about it before despite the bumps and bruises he regularly got because he was perennially distracted.
It was almost time for Patrick to come home from his late evening classes and then they'd start their foraging for dinner.
After that, well the evening was still young and there was trouble to be had. All of which he looked forward to, after all Patrick had for as long as he remembered, been his favorite partner in crime.. they had grown up together and they had a special bond.
As close as brothers, except not quite-- and honestly? Nicholas was glad for that.
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Date: 2025-08-13 02:23 pm (UTC)"Yeah? Well let's get you a snack then. I think we have some protein bars. And I can get the coffee going if you--"
Trick paused, looking at the way that Nicky was looking at him. "...why are you looking at me like I'm the snack?" Was that what this was? Because Trick could get behind that sort of breakfast buffet, if Nicholas wanted. He reached up to brush back some of that messy ginger hair with a smile, finding one lock that he could twist around his finger.
"You're kind of beautiful all sleep-mussed like this..." Just in case Nicky was wondering.
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Date: 2025-08-13 02:37 pm (UTC)Nope, no food was desired.
Nicky pulls back but a centimeter and then spoke in that sleep husky voice. "You do look good enough to eat.." and then he rested his forehead against Tricks, "I could eat your ass.." he had never tried it before but he rather thought that Trick would look good with his hips up in the air, and making sweet noises over things that he was doing to him.
Listen, Nicky had viewed a lot of porn and each of those things he'd seen, he'd imagined doing to Trick.
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Date: 2025-08-13 03:07 pm (UTC)He choked on a sound that was halfway into a whimper and halfway into an attempt at words, and mostly just manifested in his failing to breathe properly in the moment. His face flushed brightly even as he found himself arching up against the other man, seeking out that delicious feeling of Nicky's arousal rutting against his own.
"You ah... you could. If you wanted to."
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Date: 2025-08-13 10:08 pm (UTC)It was true that Nicholas was clearly attempting to murder his best friend.
"Do you want me to?" another nudge of his tongue, glancing up at Trick with mischief in his eyes.
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Date: 2025-08-14 12:59 am (UTC)Trick writhed beneath him, unable to keep still.
"Fuck. Yes. Fuck of course I do. I want you to do whatever you want." All of it. That was what Trick wanted.
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Date: 2025-08-14 01:13 am (UTC)He slide his way down that body, warm mouth at the abdomen that was far more toned then his own, and then he was nipping at the v that would angle sharply downward, usually into sleep pants but right now he could see exactly the shape of him. He glanced upward at Trick, his eyes dancing with such mischief that was meant solely for him.
"Good, Sweetheart-- I want that too."
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Date: 2025-08-14 01:50 am (UTC)Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
His fingers brushed back Nicky's hair from his face. "Please, baby?"
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Date: 2025-08-14 01:59 am (UTC)A hum at the taste of salty precome gathered at the slit, the way it throbbed so perfectly in his palm.
And those eyes still on Trick.
"This is only a brief stop before the main event, yeah?" his other hand on Patrick's hip so that he could turn him when the time came for the other guy to feast, and gods he would feast.
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Date: 2025-08-15 02:19 am (UTC)His head fell back, fingers gripping tightly at the sheets beneath him, holding on for dear life even.
"I... yeah. That... feels good." Understatement of the millennium.
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Date: 2025-08-15 02:25 am (UTC)"On your stomach, sexy." Nicky said with a playful smile, the sort of smile that was reserved for some of their greatest collaborations. But this was a collaboration too, was it not? "The sooner you are on your stomach, the sooner I get to taste your hole."
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Date: 2025-08-16 03:37 am (UTC)He whimpered as that mouth moved away from his prick, but was not going to argue at all with the next words that Nicky spoke. Flushing a red that would rival the reddest rose, he moved to roll over onto his stomach, peeking back over his shoulder at the other man, in a way that was meant to be coy but only managed to be flustered and very turned on.
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Date: 2025-08-16 03:41 am (UTC)Oh that was a throb if ever there was one, insistant as he stared-- he looked like his entire world had transformed in the course of a single day. And then his tongue came out to wet his lower lip, perhaps imagining what that would taste like.
A soft groan came from his mouth even as he dipped himself so that he could press a kiss against the top of that rear, giving a bit of bite and also the fleeting glancing burn of scruff against skin. This was a precursor to that final nail in the coffin it would appear.
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Date: 2025-08-16 03:47 am (UTC)A whimper at the feeling of those teeth, and he let his head fall forward to bury his face in the blankets, like he might have to smother himself for his own sanity. There was something terrible open and vulnerable about this, something that he couldn't imagine being with anyone other than his Nicholas.
That didn't stop him from groaning softly. "You're killing me, Nicky."
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Date: 2025-08-17 12:27 am (UTC)With his facial hair leaking a tactile reminder of it's presence, just a symphony of sensation as he enjoyed the mere act of pleasuring Nicky like this, servicing him. Oh yes, Nicky was still hungry as that Incubus blood ran strong but at least he was giving Trick something, a special treat.
Selfishly also something he'd been wanting to do to the other guy for the longest time.
Brazenly he stabbed that tongue into the tight hole them, to taste him deeper and further.
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Date: 2025-08-17 01:43 am (UTC)So much for words. But how could he really be expected to stay coherent when Nicky was using his mouth to drive him out of his mind. His face was still buried in the blankets. Someone whimpered an embarrassingly needy sound, and Trick realized rather quickly that it had been him.
He could feel the bristly scratch of Nicky's beard, a counterpoint to the heated, wet brush of that tongue. Trick really wanted to know what porn Nicky had been watching because apparently the other man had gotten some fairly fantastic ideas. His back arched without his conscious permission, lifting his ass and presenting it for more of that attention.
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Date: 2025-08-17 01:58 am (UTC)Honestly and conversely, he was also taking himself in hand while he did so, squeezing his own hungry cockhead to pebble drops of precome out, thickening with anticipation.
Deeper and deeper, over and over, making little groans of pleasure as he did so-- while he worked to drive Trick made with pleasure. He had a feeling that it was working.
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Date: 2025-08-17 02:44 am (UTC)Trick had, obviously, never had anyone touch him like this, and it was intensely good and he could barely wrap his mind around each new sensation. So he stopped trying to, stopped trying to understand and intellectualize for once in his life and just let himself feel. His own cock ached, precome beading at the slit, a slow drip against the sheets beneath him.
"Fuck... baby I need..." He wasn't even sure what he needed, except Nicky.
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Date: 2025-08-17 02:50 am (UTC)He backed away, leaving the other man bereft, then he slowly pressed a finger into that deliciously slick hole and started to fuck it slowly.
"What do you need, sweetheart?"
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Date: 2025-08-17 03:02 am (UTC)Trick whined as Nicky drew back, lifting his head to glance back at him, still flushed, blue eyes dark with lust, and he wasn't even the one currently possessed by an incubus. A low groan as that finger fucked into him. It was good. It wasn't enough.
"I need more. I need you."
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Date: 2025-08-17 03:15 am (UTC)Two different shades, like too different bodies of water-- but right now both were as dark as night
He very methodically ran his cockhead against that hole up and down as if proving a point. "Do you want this, love?"
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Date: 2025-08-17 03:44 am (UTC)The feeling of that cock at his hole, the heated press and the slick slide against him had him choking on a cry that sounded embarrassingly wanton to his own ears. But just in case that wasn't answer enough, he nodded, swallowing thickly before he found his voice. "I want it. Need it. I need you to fuck me. Please, baby?"
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Date: 2025-08-18 12:37 am (UTC)He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the center of Trick's back, to skid is lips lightly against there.
"I love you and I do not want anything to hurt you." his voice said, and he would never hurt Trick even at the expensive of his own life, including the way that he as a Incubus desired sexual energy and required it to live.
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Date: 2025-08-18 01:26 am (UTC)"I don't care. I need you now." And maybe Trick didn't mind if things were a little rough. God knew common sense and self preservation weren't his strong suits outside the bedroom, why would they be different here? So maybe he was a bit demanding. Maybe more than a bit. That couldn't be too surprising, could it?
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Date: 2025-08-18 01:58 am (UTC)He did this carefully after he smeared precome all over the miniature folds, and then he pushed and breeched, hissing out a breathless "Fuck..." as his cockhead was soon subsumed by the tight heat, his head back as he tried to process the feelings. Oh yes, this sex thing? Nicky was such a big fan.
"You are so perfect.. gods. That's it sweetheart, take all of me." he coaxed in that adoring way of his, the same way that he tended to talk when he was going through a particularly difficult stage of a video game, but his voice being a thousand times huskier.
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Date: 2025-08-18 02:51 am (UTC)And then Nicky's cock was pressing inside him, and he could feel the ache as his hole slowly yielded around that girth and Nicholas sank inside him properly. Trick hands fisted into the sheets, head falling forward with a shaky, overwhelmed moan. "Fuck..." he agreed in a trembling whimper.
A breath as he willed himself to relax as Nicky slowly filled him inch by inch. "Oh god..." Trick moaned, back arching as he rolled his hips back against the other man to urge him on, to hilt himself completely, as he tried to wrap his head around how sexy Nicky sounded saying things like that to him, calling him sweetheart.
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