I'm a regular Lin Manuel, it's true. You should hear me rap. [Or don't. He's a terrible rapper. Singer though? He's pretty decent. He nips Nate's neck with a playful bite, still stroking his cock, breath heavy against the other man's ear when he gives him the go-ahead. It's a bit of pressure feeling like he needs to prove to Nate that this can be enjoyable for him and something he might want to do again.

Not least of which because he hopes that he'll like to do it with him again. Maybe multiple times tonight if he can help it. That might be setting expectations too high. But a horny man can dream.]

Okay, then. Let's see if we can't makes this a fun r-ride. [Wade pulls himself out slowly as first only to pump his hips forward with a forceful thrust, muscle clenching as he buries himself deep into Nate's ass once more. Then he does it again. Quicker this time. Then again. And again. Until each successive quickened pace leaves him pistoning into Nate like a locomotive occasionally shifting angles to try and find the one that elicits the strongest reaction from him, cursing under his breath at the delicious friction.]