Nate let out a pleased hum as his neck was kissed, the sound vibrating against Zane’s lips. With each little nibble, he moaned softly, lips parting, almost begging to be kissed. With both hands in his hair now, he sank further into the haze, letting the sensations wash over him. Each grind down had his hips bucking up to meet it.<br/><br/>Each new touch and poisoned word was doing him in more and more, and as the hand started going down his chest, his back arched into it, a little whimper leaving his lips. And then it was grazing over where he really wanted it, stroking down his length over his jeans, and Nate groaned, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut again.<br/><br/>“No,” he said quickly as Zane said they should skip the drink. He didn’t know why, but he really wanted it. “No... I want to be... special...” he managed to get out before the hand pressed against him, wiggling underneath them and hissing, the warmth of Zane’s hand burning through his pants. “Fuck...!”