Alaric
My back met the soft mattress of Nico's bed with a muffled thump, the cool sheets already warming under my skin. Before I could draw a full breath or form a single word, Nico was on top of me.
His knees bracketing my hips, dark hair falling forward, mouth crashing down in a kiss that tasted of need.
His hands worked fast as his fingers hooked under the hem of my shirt, dragging it up and over my head in one continuous pull while our mouths stayed locked.
I lifted my arms to help, the fabric catching for a second on my wrists before it vanished somewhere off the side of the bed.
Nico's own shirt followed, the buttons scattering with soft clicks against the floorboards.
Our skin met and the heat of his chest pressed flush to mine, the nipples dragging against mine every time he moved.
Then his trousers followed and his briefs disappeared just as quickly and I felt the heavy weight of his cock slapped against my thigh, hot and thick and already leaking.
