Sean shifted more comfortably on the kitchen counter, trying to relax. Nate's hands moved off him to rest on the tops of his feet. Sean bit his lip feeling guilty. How had he let himself get to this point? He had never rushed into things before and now he just couldn't settle himself down. He had become so used to it. Nate moved around the island counter to stand more at his side. Giving him a worried expression, Nate asked him calmly. "You ok?" Sean nodded, lowering his arms from above his head to gesture Nate closer. Nate moved in and Sean rose up slightly to kiss him passionately enough to calm down. When their lips parted, Sean admitted to him softly. "I'm good. I'm just not used to taking things slow. I keep thinking you've got something to do." Nate put a hand on Sean's chest, giving him a small smile. Sean laid a hand over Nate's, getting the feeling like he did have something to do. 

Nate must have sensed his sudden mood change, because he honestly told him. "I might have a D&D game later, but that is hours away. Right now, my attention is on you. So, just relax and let's have fun." Sean exhaled loudly, nodding. He didn't want to think about anyone or anything else. Nate patted his chest, moving away to another counter. Nate dipped his finger in a container of whipped cream, then sucked off his finger lustfully. The gesture wasn't exactly helping him to stay calm. Nate's did it again, only this time, his eyes shot up to meet his. The breath caught in Sean's throat. Nate moved back between his legs with the container, dipping two fingers in and smearing it very slowly up the vein of Sean's inner thigh. Sean bit his lower lip, watching Nate run a hand up the outside of his leg. Nate took his time bringing his lips closer his inner thigh. The thought of how Nate screwed him over in the game came to mind and he grinned.

Propping himself up onto his elbows to read Nate better, he asked him curiously. "Nate...? Why do I get the feeling that we are still playing the game?" Nate snorted, pressing his forehead to Sean's raised knee as he chuckled out. "You want to be felt up by a Troglodyte?" Sean narrowed his eyes on Nate, playfully shooting back. "Not particularly... But you did mention him saying that he planned to eat me... Which got me thinking. I worked you up pretty good. So, what if you killed me to act something out?" Nate's smile turned slightly wicked, before he closed his eyes and kissed his leg. Sean took a shallow breath as Nate's tongue flicked out across his leg to lick just a small amount of cream. Nate's eyes then opened again as he purred out in a playfully husky voice. "I told you. You're not dead. Just unconscious. Besides... You really think a Troglodyte would be this gentle with you?"

Sean raised an eyebrow, asking him breathlessly. "Ok... Then who is doing this to me?" Nate's tongue licked up the length of his leg to remove all the cream, causing Sean to shiver. Afterward, Nate licked his lips and deliberately took a bottle off the counter. Sean stayed propped up on his elbows, watching Nate take a long swig from it. If he was referencing something... He didn't get it. He never watched Nate play D&D. He had always been too busy. Nate set the bottle back down, hopping up onto the counter to crawl over him. Sean scooted back a bit to allow Nate to brace his knees on the edge between his feet. Nate continued to crawl over him, until he was close enough to kiss him. Still propped up on his elbows, Sean kissed him. Nate's lips were sealed shut for a few seconds, before he tilted his head and opened his mouth over Sean's. Sean froze as a sweet liquid trickled from Nate's mouth into his during their kiss. Whatever Nate had been drinking, he was sharing with him now.

The drink tasted of alcohol. Sweet as cherries at the start, but the longer it sat on the tongue, the more it burned. Sean swallowed it, feeling the warmth from the smooth burn go all the way to his stomach. Nate swallowed the rest himself, giving him a more pleasurable kiss. When the kiss ended, Sean asked him curiously. "What are you doing to me, Nate? Who's got my unconscious body, right now?" Nate touched his forehead to Sean's, whispering sweetly. "Think of this as a premonition. You're in good hands." Sean laid back, sliding his hands down Nate's chest as he replied stubbornly. "That's not an answer. Who has got me?" Nate began kissing a trail from Sean's collarbone to his stomach. Sean rubbed Nate's shoulders, moaning softly. At his belly button, Nate stopped to look up and answered with a smug grin. "His name is Paultin." Sean smirked, innocently retorting. "Was that so hard?"

Nate playfully nipped Sean's hip, making Sean jerk as it tickled him. Nate allowed him to settle down, while telling him in a low voice. "Yes. I've tried very hard to keep his sexuality a mystery." Sean brushed Nate's long dark bangs away from one of his eyes, purring out sweetly. "Have you now?" Nate lowered his head to lick the tip of Sean's cock, answering bluntly. "Yes." Sean inhaled deeply as pleasure shot through him. Nate chuckled, moving his lips down along the shaft teasingly. Sean locked his jaw, struggling to mutter out through his clenched teeth. "You should try harder." Nate chuckled, his warm breath washing over his dick, making him whine achingly. Nate lifted his head with a smile, answering lovingly. "You don't know Paultin very well... but you will." Nate pressed his lips to Sean's hip, creating hickies across his pelvis. Sean rolled his eyes, before smiling happily. He really did want to know Nate much better.

Already he was having more fun than he usually did with his Ex's. Foreplay was something they just never had time for. Sean rested his arms back over his head, closing his eyes with a deep relaxing sigh. He was going to play the role of being unconscious if that was what Nate wanted. Feeling Nate take his time with him was strangely euphoric. He felt selfish to think that he was growing addicted to the attention. Nate's arms wrapped around his thighs, preparing to hold him still. Sean rested his legs along Nate's back, listening to Nate chuckle out. "I'd tell you to make your saving throws to see if you'd wake up... but I don't want you to move." Sean glanced over at the dining table where his dice were, letting out a soft laugh as he reluctantly answered. "Ya... but... You could hop off to get them for me real quick?" Nate pressed his lips to Sean's hip in a longing kiss, letting out an intoxicating groan that sounded just as reluctant.

Sean lifted his legs, innocently pleading out. "Please? I think we could have some fun with it?" Nate looked up at him, then backed off the counter. Sean thought he might be mad. He couldn't read his expression. Nate leaned over the table to snatch up the dice. When he returned, he put the bag of dice in one of Sean's hands above his head.  Then leaning down closer to his ear, he told him suggestively. "I'll do you one better. You're role will determine what I do to you. So, role your D20, Sweetheart." Sean rolled onto his side, removing the die and groaning out. "Oh crap..." Nate stood close by, waiting with a wicked grin. Sean rolled the die carefully and flinched. Holding up the die to reveal a five to Nate. Nate reached out to slid a hand down, Sean's leg from hip to ankle. Nate then stopped, telling him happily. "My turn." Nate took the die and rolled it where he could see it. A seventeen.

Nate's hand slid down between Sean's legs, drifting up his leg to fondle him. Sean swallowed down a moan, adjusting his legs a bit. Now he knew that a seventeen was where he wanted to be. Taking the die off the counter, he rolled it with some effort. It was hard to focus, when Nate wasn't stopping for his turn. He didn't want him to stop... but he couldn't read the die either. Nate did it for him, removing his hand as he told him with a chuckle. "One." Sean rolled his eyes, grumbling into his arm. "Of course..." Nate leaned closer to take the die, whispering to him lovingly. "What are you so upset about? I don't see how you could possibly lose?" Sean replied in a voice that was muffled by his arm. "Sure, I can. You could choose not to get me off after everything you've started." Nate rolled the die, purring out. "I'd never do that to you, Sean. That would be cruel. Seven." Nate moved around him to rub and bite his shoulders teasingly.

Sean picked up the die, rolling it without looking. Nate stopped to peek over his shoulder and whistled with amusement. Sean lazily glanced down, thinking he had rolled another one. It was a twenty. Sean partially sat up, staring at the die in shock as he asked Nate curiously. "What does that mean? It's good, right?" Nate's breath warmed his ear, his hands sliding around his shoulders as he whispered breathlessly to him. "It's very good. Now pick your poison... and I'll finish you with it." Sean glanced over his shoulder, whispering over Nate's warm lips. "How about you show me what Paultin wants to do to me in this...'premonition' as you call it." Nate grinned so brightly, hopping up onto the table and slipping between his legs. Sean raised his legs to wrap around Nate's hips. Nate loomed over him, claiming Sean's lips in a hungry kiss. Sean wrapped his arms around Nate's neck, holding him close to keep the kiss going.

Between greedy kisses, Nate's hand slid between them to unbutton his pants. Sean eventually moved a single hand to help him, grasping his jeans and tugging them down as Nate's hand started lowering the front of his underwear. Sean pulled his hand back to spit across his fingers, before moving them back to prep himself. Nate waited patiently, then slowly inserted himself as Sean's hand moved out of the way. Sean arched back, digging his nails across Nate's back to encourage him to go deeper despite his loud groan. Nate bowed his head into the nape of Sean's neck, panting more shallowly as he started in with his rhythm. Sean's moans grew louder as Nate kept his pace slow and steady. Nate kissed his throat between every few thrusts, before reaching in to wrap his warm fingers around Sean's raging hard on. Sean bite Nate's bare shoulder to suppress his sharper moans.  Nate had his blood burning with need and his body was under his complete control.

Just for a bit of added fun, Sean pried his teeth from Nate's shoulder to whisper teasingly into his ear. "Should I call you Nate... Or Paultin?" Nate yelped as his body locked up to ride out an orgasm. The sound Nate made close to his ear was enough to make his own body tense up into a sweet blissful orgasm of his own. Tilting his head back as his eyes rolled, Sean arched up against Nate to feel more of his warm skin against him. Nate helped Sean ride out the last of his orgasm, before pulling out and panting over him on all fours. "Holy shit... You got me with that one... Damn." Sean laughed, pulling Nate down over him to hug him. Nate panted heavily against his throat and Sean tightened his arms around him. He never wanted Nate to get up. He wanted him to stay with him. Just like this. Forever. He knew that wasn't possible though. Rylo whined softly, breaking up their moment as he pawed at the glass of the backdoor. Nate groaned, stiffly rising off him. Sean remained down, watching Nate fix his pants with a content smile.

As Nate slid off the counter, he told Sean a bit strained. "Damn, my knees are killing me... Don't ever let me do that again." Sean chuckled, rolling onto his side as he playfully replied. "I feel really good actually." Nate flicked him off with narrowed eyes and a wicked grin. Nate moved to the backdoor to let Rylo out, when he stopped short. His phone was letting out soft rings from an incoming text message. Sean sat up, stiffly making his way over to the sink to clean himself off. Nate's expression turned troubled as he stared absently at his phone. Sean wiped off his stomach, asking him curiously. "What's up, man? Something wrong?" Nate bit his lip a second, before telling him truthfully. "It's Chris. He wants to know if I'm good to go for the game." Sean began collecting his clothes, curtly replying. "What's the problem then?" Nate lowered his phone, answering seriously. "I'm just going to tell him that I'm sick." Sean slipped into his sweat pants, rushing out dumbfounded. "What? Why?"

Nate shrugged, confidently saying. "You came here all the way from the U.K. to see me. I should be spending time with you. A day away from D&D won't kill me." Sean tossed his shirt on the counter and picked up Nate's as he told him honestly. "Don't do that! If your DM is anything like what you just did to me... Then your party needs you. I'll be fine for a few hours." Nate shook his head defiantly. Sean moved closer to him, giving Nate a sweet kiss as he gave him his shirt back. Nate was sweet to think of him. Breaking the kiss, he told him stubbornly. "Go play. I'll use the time to bound with Rylo. I'll take him out for a walk." Nate shrugged, looking unconvinced. So, Sean nudged him toward his studio, stating aloud. "Go! I'm a big boy. I can entertain myself for a while." Nate grabbed the doorframe to stop, asking honestly. "Are you sure? One word and I'll blow it off for you." Sean rolled his eyes, lovingly shooting back. "I appreciate that, but I'm good. Like I said, I'll hang with Rylo. We'll be fine." Nate finally agreed, slipping on his shirt as he headed into the studio. To Be Continued...