hxlking:

   ❝Not a chance, Nick! You’re drunker than I am; you’ll never be able to finish all that.❞

The empty glasses before him were blurred, but his grip remained steady around his fresh one. A tall glass of liquor was his next task, and Tom’s comments only egged him on further.

"Nonsense!" he laughed. "I can… I can do it…" The drink was brought to his lips and gulped and gulped, drinking even when he knew he should stop.




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jurassicsniper:

His teeth tugged lightly at his earlobe. “I thought you needed your beauty rest for the long day at work that you’re calling out of.” Calloused fingers rubbed over his skin, slipping into his shorts to tease along his waist. 

"Forget work," he muttered, arching his hips into his touch. He peppered his neck with kisses, some light, some rough, but each conveyed a certain tenderness. One hand slipped down the man’s boxers in turn, lightly massaging his inner thigh.




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thedisillusionedcarraway:

jurassicsniper:

Muldoon’s lips crushed against Nick’s, his hands moving to caress his lover’s sides. He wouldn’t admit it, but he had been more worried for the younger man than for himself. He was used to the solitude, but Nick had been poorly before Robert left and he was sure he didn’t much like being alone. 

He nipped his bottom lightly, playfully. The man hadn’t been home long, but he still hadn’t had enough affection, enough touching. There was an aching in his kiss—a need for more intimacy, yet he restrained himself.

He chuckled softly as he pulled back, looking into Nick’s eyes. “I thought you were sleepy.” His fingers lifted his chin, stroking his jaw as Robert nibbled at his throat. 

He moaned softly at the nibbling. “You thought wrong.”




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jurassicsniper:

Muldoon’s lips crushed against Nick’s, his hands moving to caress his lover’s sides. He wouldn’t admit it, but he had been more worried for the younger man than for himself. He was used to the solitude, but Nick had been poorly before Robert left and he was sure he didn’t much like being alone. 

He nipped his bottom lightly, playfully. The man hadn’t been home long, but he still hadn’t had enough affection, enough touching. There was an aching in his kiss—a need for more intimacy, yet he restrained himself.




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jurassicsniper:

Sighing softly, he ran his thumb along his lover’s ear. “You alright?” His lips brushed against his jaw softly. 

"Yes." He tipped his chin down to meet his lips with his own: a passionate kiss that served to release weeks of worry and apprehension. He brought his hands to the man’s back, deepening the kiss.




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jurassicsniper:

"Not for a while, love. Not for a while. I’m flush with cash and I’ve got plenty yet to sell to some bloke who wants to live through a man like me vicariously. Maybe, if some pretty young banker wants to help me invest my money properly, I could always retire young…" 

Nick just squeezed him tighter, his arms around his waist. Retiring sounded good. If he retired, he wouldn’t have to leave for such long stretches of time—but he’d also be safe. How many nights had he spent worrying about him?




wxlfsheim:

"Thank you, darling." He released the wrist in his grasp carefully. God forbid this man go down. Mordecai would gladly pick him back up, but he was not about to be pulled down with him. "You’re quite alright too, in my opinion." 

“‘m better than all right!” he exclaimed, raising his drink with a sharp jerk. “The king of Ne’York!” With his glass in hand like a ruler’s sceptre, the king waltzed off swaying, humming along his path.




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jurassicsniper:

"Go to sleep, love. I’ll be here in the morning." His fingers lightly rubbed over Nick’s scalp and a soft hum could be heard vibrating through the hunter’s chest. 

"Will you?" he murmured. "Or will you be shipped off to some other continent?"