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Isaac can't quite remember how Nigel got him into this position. He's sitting on the edge of his bed, his undershirt undone partway, while his lover kneels between his alarmingly spread legs. He can't say he minds though. Anything that involves Nigel's lips on his own is appreciated, though the other's lips have begun to venture lower.
A drawnout moan escapes him, as Nigel kisses down his neck. He shivers. Had he been aware ghosts could radiate such heat, he'd well- Nigel's tongue is hot against his throat. When he begins to suck on a collar bone, Isaac's eyes fall shut in pleasure. Another involuntary moan slips past his lips; he feels teeth. There's something tantalising about their sharp edges against his skin. “Please,” it comes out no more than a whisper but Nigel seems to have heard. Lost almost entirely in bliss, he somehow registers further buttons of his shirt being undone. Nigel doesn't strip him off it though. He must enjoy it, the debauchery, of not quite separating the professional and the sensual. The uniform is so unbearably proper while the noises he is making are decidedly not so and the dissonance of these two diametrically opposed ideas melding together are more than Isaac can handle at most given moments. He whines, unashamedly, when Nigel begins sucking on a nipple. Then he bites down and Isaac nearly screams. He has to grab at the sheets behind him, only to realise that as usual, his hands are unable to hold onto anything and he almost falls back into the pillows.
The nipple escapes Nigel's lips with a wet pop. There's a speck of worry in his features but then their eyes meet. Isaac can see it being washed away in real time. Nigel smiles at him with an adoration one would usually save for one's significant other and while Isaac is on the cusp of having a realisation, Nigel begins to work on the rest of his buttons. His shirt finally fully open, Nigel sinks even lower to kiss his soft belly. A part of him wonders if he should feel ashamed, especially when compared to Nigel's slim physique but before the insecurity can take any hold Nigel bites down and he moans shamelessly once more. The heat from the exquisite pain being soothed by the warm of Nigel's tongue. He should have known his lover is as meticulous with sensuality as he is with every other aspect of his afterlife. No part of Isaac's torso remains untouched. Slowly he can feel the rosy lips traveling lower and lower and lower and he can feel Nigel's fingers on his trousers.
“Nigel,” his breath comes out raspy, “Nigel, stop,”
Head immediately snapping away, Nigel looks up at him. He's still so fully dressed, Isaac suddenly feels naked. Luckily Nigel is a sight enough, to distract him from the budding shame. His dark hair hangs openly over his shoulders; with his flushed cheeks and lips, on his knees, between Isaac's obscenely spread legs; he looks like something not meant to be beheld by the human eye, something far too raw and carnal and wild. It's hard, to not simply stare down and admire Nigel's glowing complexion, but his dazzling green eyes have gone dark with worry. He clearly wants to say something, but Isaac won't let him. “You're so beautiful like that.” He says before the other has a chance to interrupt and Nigel laughs brilliantly. He looks at the ground bashfully and Isaac can't help but wonder if it is possible for that to have made him like Nigel even more than he already does.
He smiles up at him, “as are you.” Isaac grabs him, by the shirt and pulls him up. They kiss; Nigel whimpers into it. Now in his lap, Isaac becomes acutely aware of how much Nigel must able to feel his arousal because Isaac is so incredibly desperately aroused. When they break apart, he hides his face between loose strands of Nigel's hair, while the other caresses one of his cheeks, “are you alright my love?” He asks with such genuine devotion, Isaac can't help but give him a long biting kiss on the throat.
“Just a little overwhelmed.” he chuckles awkwardly. “Give me a moment?”
“Oh, of course,” he can feel Nigel nod, “I didn't mean to coerce you into anything. Would you rather I...” he tries to get up but Isaac holds him down firmly.
“Please don't leave.” he whispers into his neck. “And you're not coercing me into anything. Just let me feel you, please.”
One of his hands is lifted to his lover's lips and kissed gently, like it were to break by virtue of mere contact, “as you wish my love.”
They stay silent for a while. Nigel has begone softly sucking on his fingers while Isaac inhales his scent. How could anyone smell this arousing? “May I unbutton your shirt? Just a bit.”
Tortuously slowly Nigel parts his lips to release his fingers. “Go on,” he says. Then he leans back, catching Isaac's eye. Leans forward again to place the ghost of a kiss on the side of Isaac's lips. Cautiously Isaac unbuttons Nigel's shirt. Just far enough to to expose his neck and collarbones. Go any lower and he'd see – well Nigel had forgiven him, hadn't he? He really did smell fantastically. His face hidden away in Nigel's hair, he hadn't realised he begun faintly thrusting upwards until he is asked, “would you like me to touch you down there?” like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“I,” he stutters, his body suddenly ridged, wide eyed and too mortified to look at Nigel. He inhales loudly and swallows.
Nigel, very delicately, placed a hand under his chin, thus forcing Isaac to look at him. “I won't do anything if you don't want me to.” His thumb traces Isaac's bottom lip, “just tell me what you want, please, my love, be so bold.” He kisses one of Isaac's temples.
Isaac looks at the floor; at Nigel's tight black riding boots. How form fitting they were. He swallows again. “I would like that, for you to,” He makes a vague downward gesture, “but only if that's what you want too. I wouldn't-”
“Oh it is my love,” Nigel says deliciously pleased. Giving his nose a quick kiss before sliding off his lap and landing on his knees once again. “Spread your legs a little more?” He requests with an almost virginal innocence, fully unsuited for a man as wantonly flushed as he was.
He feels Nigel move closer, feels him softly kiss his belly, as his nimble fingers begin to unfasten his trousers. Isaac can't make himself look. “Lift your hips for me?” Nodding, he complies mechanically. If asked, he wouldn't have been able to recount how he'd had the strength to stand as Nigel pushes his trousers down to his ankles. An unwilling sound of relief escapes him, as he tumbles back onto the sheets. Then Nigel licks up his cock so deliberately, he has to wonder how often he has done this before. Though jealousy is rather difficult to maintain, when it is his thighs Nigel is currently kissing the inside of. He moans so brokenly Nigel ceases, “you can always tell me to stop, my dear.” And once again Isaac is struck with his partner's amazing ability to remain a perfect gentleman, even in the most lewd of situations.
“Continue, please?” Nigel grins and kisses his tip. He licks the insides of his thighs until Isaac is a shivering wreck, mindlessly thrusting upwards. Then Nigel swallows him down and Isaac chokes on air. His eyes slam shut and his hands desperately search for anything to cling onto, settling for the one thing he could hold; Nigel's hair. He wants to be gentle. To treat Nigel with the same chivalry he has treated him but his mouth was so hot and welcoming, Isaac can't help but thrust forward unrestrained, while holding onto his hair like his life depends on it. He knows this feeling isn't going to last much longer. He can hear his own whines almost override the grotesque sucking sounds, that he shouldn't find nearly as thrilling as he does.
He spills down Nigel's throat without warning.
And suddenly the world is still.
It takes a while, before he can bring himself to look back at Nigel; still on his knees, still between his dreadfully spread legs. His hair definitely looks more disheveled and his face and chest beautifully flushed. White seed leaks from the corners of his mouth, excessively noticeable against the reddened lips; Nigel looks supremely lascivious yet with such devotion in his eyes, Isaac is afraid he might simply melt away. The image is already burning itself into his consciousness as the most fantastical thing he'd ever beheld. “I apologise, it was most improper of me not to warn you before,” Nigel laughs so hard he has to hold onto one of Isaac's thighs for support. Carefully, he pulls his trousers back up, swiftly fastening them, before going in for a long, sultry kiss, that pushes Isaac back into the sheets. He groans, tasting himself on Nigel's lips.
“It's quite alright, you know.”
“And I didn't hurt you in any way?”
Nigel delicately brushes a loose strand of hair from Isaac's cheek, “I admit I do feel a little sore, but only in ways I can appreciate.” He grins down so affectionately Isaac's planned apology dies before it reaches his lip. “I enjoy pleasuring you.” Isaac closes his eyes, flattered. “And even after everything tonight, that still made you blush.”
“I,” he pauses, “had I done this with anybody else, I would feel horribly embarrassed.”
Nigel's frowns but his gaze remains tender, “I know,” he whispers. “and it's alright. We'll get used to it together.”
“Yes, well,” he looks off to the side uncomfortably, “would you like me to return the favour?” He's not sure why he's offering. Maybe it's out of obligation or worry of Nigel expecting him to, though it is plain to see, he is in no state to deliver.
“No,” Nigel shakes his head, making his long hair fall into his eyes. “Not right now anyway.” Isaac reaches up to push a strand behind his ear, secretly delighted his lover didn't have any immediate expectation. “you look like you should rest.”
“And you'll stay right here?” Isaac asks, sounding more vulnerably than intended.
“If that's what you wish, my love, certainly.”
“You're so lovely,” he mutters, almost too quiet for his lover to hear.
Nigel giggles,“lovely?”
“Does that bother you?” Isaac asks, fretfully.
He shakes his head, “not at all,”
“I'm glad,”he moves his hands so they rest under his head, “just one more thing,”
“Yes, my dear?”
“Please at least take off your shoes.” Nigel chuckles and leans forward to kiss him again. Then he rolls off him and Isaac immediately feels his absence. He lifts himself onto an elbow, to watch him slip out of his boots. Nigel also, much to his delight, sheds the red coat before rejoining him in bed.