Nate wakes to the feel of Eliot crawling down his body, soft kisses pressed into his stomach, hands grasping firmly at his hips as Eliot's hair strokes over his cock, soft touch of it making him bite back a whimper.
Eliot's still not quite awake, pushing the covers away as he slides between Nate's legs, pushes his knees wide so he can settle himself between them. He licks his lips before a sly smile slides into place, pursing his lips to blow a steady stream of air over the damp head of Nate's cock. Eliot's hands are still pinning his hips into place, and Nate's pretty sure he'll have finger marks there later because he's arching anyway, not awake enough to have any control over the tease.
Thankfully, Eliot doesn't seem too fussed about teasing either, because his mouth slides closer, licking a hot stripe up Nate's cock before he sucks the head into his mouth, and Nate's whimper escapes him before he can bite down, because Eliot's always been good at this. He feels more than hears the soft chuckle, vibrations running through him and making him squirm a split second before Eliot's swallowing him down.
The hands on his hips are bruising now, and Nate digs his fingers into the crumpled sheets, trying to keep his eyes open as Eliot slides up and down on his cock, wet sounds whenever he slides off completely to tongue the head, bringing him off slow and easy.
He reaches out to grab at Eliot's hair, managing to tug on a few of the strands in warning, but Eliot's eyes met his as he slid back down anyway, sucking hard and swallowing Nate down as he came.
It took a moment to blink the spots from his eyes, and when he could, Eliot was sprawled across his chest, lips swollen and eyes bright.
"Better than drinking?" he asked, not giving Nate time to answer before his lips were pressed against Nate's, sharing the taste. It took a long while for Nate to miss the usual dull ache in his head, his limbs heavy for an entirely different reason.
Leverage, Nate/Eliot, "how do I feel this good sober?"
Eliot's still not quite awake, pushing the covers away as he slides between Nate's legs, pushes his knees wide so he can settle himself between them. He licks his lips before a sly smile slides into place, pursing his lips to blow a steady stream of air over the damp head of Nate's cock. Eliot's hands are still pinning his hips into place, and Nate's pretty sure he'll have finger marks there later because he's arching anyway, not awake enough to have any control over the tease.
Thankfully, Eliot doesn't seem too fussed about teasing either, because his mouth slides closer, licking a hot stripe up Nate's cock before he sucks the head into his mouth, and Nate's whimper escapes him before he can bite down, because Eliot's always been good at this. He feels more than hears the soft chuckle, vibrations running through him and making him squirm a split second before Eliot's swallowing him down.
The hands on his hips are bruising now, and Nate digs his fingers into the crumpled sheets, trying to keep his eyes open as Eliot slides up and down on his cock, wet sounds whenever he slides off completely to tongue the head, bringing him off slow and easy.
He reaches out to grab at Eliot's hair, managing to tug on a few of the strands in warning, but Eliot's eyes met his as he slid back down anyway, sucking hard and swallowing Nate down as he came.
It took a moment to blink the spots from his eyes, and when he could, Eliot was sprawled across his chest, lips swollen and eyes bright.
"Better than drinking?" he asked, not giving Nate time to answer before his lips were pressed against Nate's, sharing the taste. It took a long while for Nate to miss the usual dull ache in his head, his limbs heavy for an entirely different reason.