[ He pauses immediately, feeling that flinch, and pulls back just enough to silently check in. Given that Nick is still busily unbuttoning his uniform, Rook assumes that everything is fine.
When Nick breaks away, David does too, albeit a little reluctantly. He lets his hands linger on the other's hips, hooking one finger into a belt loop. Idly he wets his lip, as though tasting Nick's kiss still lingering. ]
In a hurry? [ He signs, and the curve of his mouth suggests he's just being mischievous about it, and he doesn't mind at all. In fact: ] I like it.
[ As if to prove his point, David tugs his undershirt up and off, discarding it off to the side. ]
[ Nick smirks and nods once in affirmation, not wasting any time splaying his hands against David's naked torso. His fingers trail up and down his sides before exploring the planes of his stomach and sliding his way upward. He takes a nipple between his thumb and index finger, working the bud to hardness.
He's adorably handsome, Nick finds it incredibly unfair. To level the playing field, he releases David's nipple and discards his own undershirt, leveling him with a grave expression.
[ David is not entirely sure how he got this lucky, when Nick smirks at him like that, but he is very grateful regardless.
His eyes close as the other teases his nipple, drawing in a slow breath and enjoying the sensation suddenly sparking in his nerves and the way it seems to warm him. He leans in, one hand cradling the other's face, and dips his head to press kisses along Nick's neck. Once or twice he grazes teeth instead, light and teasing, and lets the warmth of his slightly heavier breaths fall across the other's skin.
When he pulls back to watch Nick sign, it takes him just a second. He's not exactly sure what 'pants' is, but he can guess that's what it means - and he doesn't need to be told twice. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, just slow enough to be cheeky. ]
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When Nick breaks away, David does too, albeit a little reluctantly. He lets his hands linger on the other's hips, hooking one finger into a belt loop. Idly he wets his lip, as though tasting Nick's kiss still lingering. ]
In a hurry? [ He signs, and the curve of his mouth suggests he's just being mischievous about it, and he doesn't mind at all. In fact: ] I like it.
[ As if to prove his point, David tugs his undershirt up and off, discarding it off to the side. ]
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He's adorably handsome, Nick finds it incredibly unfair. To level the playing field, he releases David's nipple and discards his own undershirt, leveling him with a grave expression.
Pants now. ]
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His eyes close as the other teases his nipple, drawing in a slow breath and enjoying the sensation suddenly sparking in his nerves and the way it seems to warm him. He leans in, one hand cradling the other's face, and dips his head to press kisses along Nick's neck. Once or twice he grazes teeth instead, light and teasing, and lets the warmth of his slightly heavier breaths fall across the other's skin.
When he pulls back to watch Nick sign, it takes him just a second. He's not exactly sure what 'pants' is, but he can guess that's what it means - and he doesn't need to be told twice. He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, just slow enough to be cheeky. ]