: Saintsmourn - Nicholas & Patrick :

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Nicholas 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.

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[giveeverything]

Trick shivered, a pleasant thrill racing through him with each touch of those lips. And he made the mistake of looking down at Nicky, meeting that wicked gaze. Oh. This side of Nicky was so close to everything he knew about him, that mischievous streak, irrepressible and magnetic, but now tinged with an undeniably carnal desire fixed on him of all people.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

His fingers brushed back Nicky's hair from his face. "Please, baby?"

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There were many levels of Nicholas, some were decidedly bratty; other sides were absolutely sensual in the intensity. Right now all of those different faceted sides were fixated on Trick and thus did he move to wrap his fingers around the dick presented to him, giving it a firm squeeze before finally he leaned down and gave it a very steady lick.

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.

[giveeverything]

It was a bit overwhelming -- in the best way that anyone could possibly imagine -- to be on the receiving end of all of Nicky's attention, intense and encompassing as it was. Overwhelming and incredibly arousing. Those fingers found his prick, and Trick was already moaning, the sound rising in volume and pitch at the touch of that tongue.

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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Just a little taste even though the hint of precome that seasoned dick left him wanting even more; wondering what the taste of his spend would be like, what would the flavor be? But he dragged his mouth away so that he could press his hand against him and then very carefully push him into position.

"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."

[giveeverything]

All right, Trick realized that he wasn't going to survive Nicholas Kirkland, and you know what? He was fine with that. There was some irony in this since this was -- unbeknownst to either of them, given that they were not even yet aware of the curse that had followed them through lifetimes -- the lifetime where their curse had been circumvented.

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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Was survival really necessary right now? Absolutely not-- if they died in a fire of their own making, at least it would be warm and then would be consumed together. He slid between those thigh and with his fingers at those hips and then he caught sight of Patrick's flushed features.

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.

[giveeverything]

This was not fair of Nicholas to be this fucking sexy. Trick was, until the night before, a gay panicking dumb virgin. And the thing that had changed since then was the virgin part. How could Nicky look at him like that, actually want him as much as Trick wanted him? It still felt surreal somehow.

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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"Am I?" he said with a chuckle, castling a glance at Patrick over the curve of that rear, and then he slid his mouth downward until he was tonguing and teething at that very tight budded entrance, drawing a circle with a stiffened tongue, then dragging downward to catch against the taint, back up again to suck and nibble.

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.

[giveeverything]

"Yeah, you really fucking aa...ah...."

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.

[dangernerd]

Well, they could watch some together at another more convenient point in time where they did not have to worry about all of this? But that was for future them thoughts, had no place in the now. He could taste the other man, and those desperate hot sounds that Trick made absolutely had him increasing those tongue laps back and forth.. deep and sensual, expertly eating the other man out in a manner that may not have had the most finesse but certainly did convey a bit of deep seated enjoyment.

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.

[giveeverything]

Oh god they could. They would. They'd uncover each other's kinks -- probably discover entirely new ones to explore too -- and be impossible to be around in general for anyone who didn't want to linger in the aura of a couple so utterly into each other that it was absurd.

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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They would be terrible, so into each other that they would strive to become one on every occasion, with arms around waists and hands in back pockets. The entire catholic campus would know they were two queers who needed each other beyond reason, it was fine because well their families? Knew that they were anyways.. and God? Probably knew too.

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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And heaven help anyone who tried to separate them. Well, then, that had always been true, but would likely be even more the case now. But it was also true that anyone who knew them wouldn't be even remotely surprised at this new development between them.

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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Nicky was not proof against the way that the other man looked at him, with wanton need that sent a twitch airmailed right to his dick where a throb absolutely started there and then intensified all through his body. He found himself utterly fascinated by those darkened shade of blue that was so different from his own blue.

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?"

[giveeverything]

They were perfectly matched, two parts of a greater whole in so many ways, alike and different, and Trick couldn't imagine his life without Nicholas. And right at this moment, he couldn't imagine living another moment more without having Nicky inside him.

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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"Do you think you are prepared enough, love?" Nicky said, his voice losing only a little bit of playful so that he could very carefully stroke those inner walls. "I am leaking so much for you, so once I get inside you, I will have no problem sliding.. but." he said as he pushed another finger in, it was a tight fit but he knew that he needed to make absolutely sure.

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.

[giveeverything]

Trick whined once more as that second finger joined the first. He was tight, and the only thing he'd had inside him before were his own fingers and the fantasy that it was something else, someone else, the exact man currently expertly taking him apart with those fingers.

"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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The demanding was a bit of a turn-on considering that when it came down to it, Nicholas was not very demanding at all-- he was quiet in his fire, but that did not mean that he did not scoff at when people that he cared about perceived him; right now he was set upon giving Trick whatever he wanted, because he adored him. Another kiss to the shoulder and then he gave a few long luxuriant strokes before finally he shifted so that he could very carefully crest through the tight hole.

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.

[giveeverything]

Trick's eyes fluttered halfway shut at the brush of those lips to his shoulder, the utter sweetness and tenderness of it making his heart pound in his chest. He loved Nicholas Kirkland so much it was impossible to put into words or even anything approaching coherent thought.

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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Well, if there was any doubt or preconcieved notions as to how this would go down, they were summerarily dumped in the trash where they belonged; that, therefore, allowed Nicky to fully enjoy the athletic prowess of that body as it undulated against his own without rhyme or reason.

Oh yes, he enjoyed the way that Trick moved with such seamless grace. Easy to appreciate it while realizing that where oneself was concerned it was a miracle that there had as of yet not been a falling off of the bed.

But a few moments and then Nicky bottomed out on the other man, as deep as he could concievably go-- and vaugely sad that he was unable to just disappear within.

"How are you feeling?" He managed to groan as he reached underneath so that he could palm that stiffened prick, closing his fingers around it to give an expiremental stroke in time with the twitching of Trick's aLls around him.

[giveeverything]

Fate ought not to be tempted by reminding gravity of how unnaturally kind it was being to Nicky. Maybe the incubus was working on their side enough that they wouldn't wind up taking a tumble.

Trick was, however, far too preoccupied to worry about that at the moment. He panted softly as he felt Nicky's hips come to rest flush against his ass, knew then and there that the other man was fully buried inside him. He moaned again as that hand wrapped around his cock, hips twitching towards that touch before grinding back against the other man.

"So full of you... god Nicky... it's good. Move, please. Fuck me."

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That was entirely not fair, the filthy and lewd noises that the other man was making as he ground back against him, all but begging for him-- that was like a drug to his blood stream and he had to take a deep breath before he passed out from a pleasured overstimulation from his brain and heart getting keelhauled coupled with the squeezing of his dick by those tight walls.

He started to move, pressing deeply into the other man while he steadied himself with one hand against his hip and the other continuing that stroke. "You feel perfect, I am glad I waited til I could fuck you sweetheart." Though they both knew that it was likely with the level of antisocial that Nicky was, that may have had him waiting forever.

It had always been Trick that could draw him out, had always been him.

There was a soft moan and then he struck sharply against that spot, nearly lost in the sensations that their bodies soaked up with every slick collision. And then he leaned in to open mouth against that shoulder, and scraped his teeth lightly-- that being coupled by the scratch of scruff.

[giveeverything]

Okay so yeah, sex was fantastic. Or well, sex with Nicky in particular was fantastic. Trick imagined that the fact that Nicholas was the one touching him, the one inside him, made it all the more exquisite. They were, in every sense he could imagine, made for each other.

And that was all the clearer when Nicky finally began moving inside him. Trick turned to nuzzle back against Nicky, as he felt those teeth at his shoulder, the familiar scratch of that beard against skin.

Then Nicky's cock found the perfect angle, and knocked a sharp, pleasured cry from Patrick's lips. "Fuck... there. God, baby... it's good. You're good. So good."

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There was now a carnal map that had been added ceremoniously to their worlds just like so; and they were both intrepid enough that it would only serve to get bigger; that is if they managed to survive the incubus inhabitation that was at the current moment flowing through Nicky's blood stream. The thing with that is that ultimately, there would need to be some sort of way for this to be neutralized or else Trick be fucked into a state of first being chafed, and then exhaustion.

He pressed kisses upon kisses at the back of that neck, allowing a harsh sigh to flow through his lungs at the tight squeeze while he moved, allowing his moments to firm and quicken little by little so that he did not stay in one place for too long.

"I want you to like having sex with me." his voice hitched, because well yeah that was the truth-- in all honestly he wanted this to be a forever thing if that wasn't too much to ask.

[giveeverything]

Trick was destined to be fucked within an inch of his life by this, but he'd hang in there. Like a champ. Before eventually he had to drag himself and Nicholas to a priest. But they weren't there yet.

Right now they were exactly here, those lips playing along his neck, that cock plunging deep inside him and striking relentlessly against his prostate in a way that his own arousal leaking precome and aching as he arched back to meet each thrust of Nicky's hips with his own.

When Nicky spoke though, Trick couldn't hold back a laugh -- even if it was half moan by the time he was finished. "Baby, there is no chance I won't like it. I love it. I love being with you like this. It's better than I imagined. And I did imagine... a lot."

Over and over.

Patrick ducked his head, pressing his face to the mattress, cries muffled there, ass still quite wantonly in the air to make sure that Nicky had full access to fucking his brains out. "You're going to make me come. Fuck. I'm close..."