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A continuation from this thread

Leo's slouched down on the bed by the time Nick comes back. There's a glass of scotch in one hand and a cigarette hanging between his lips.

He watches Nick as he comes into the room, blue eyes tinged with gold zeroing in on the marks he left on the younger were's neck. The smoke is finished and stubbed out and the glass is put down beside it on the bed side table. "Better. Much better. C'mere." He pats his lap.

Leo's removed his shirt while Nick was in the shower, boots as well, but left his jeans on though he didn't imagine they'd stay long.

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Leo captures those lips in a biting kiss, his hands travelling up Nick's back and pulling him close. He finds the leverage and uses it to roll them over, pushing Nick onto his back. It makes it easier for him to drive into the younger man, setting a brutal pace.