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He's Into The Ice King 18: Being With Him

|BEING WITH HIM|

Despite being approximately the same height and weight as Andrew, he managed carrying him. He didn’t look it, but he was quite strong from all the exercise. “Stop distracting me or we’ll both stumble down the stairs.” He huffed at Andrew who was licking at his neck. “As you say.” Andrew giggled again, and he stopped teasing him.

Nathaniel managed to carry him all the way to his room, but by the end, he stumbled on something and they both landed luckily on Andrew’s comfortable king sized bed.

“Are you okay?” Nathaniel asked Andrew scared that he squished him.

“I’m fine.” He snickered and just like that the both cracked up. Nathaniel felt the vibration from Andrew’s laughter.

How cute of him, he thought as he looked at Andrew who was getting teary eyed and red from laughing. Nathaniel’s heart swelled with love as he realized he is seeing through his cracks finally. He gradually stopped laughing and just looked at Andrew who was still laying under him. Andrew stopped laughing too, regaining his composure. They gazed at each other’s eyes for a moment before Nathaniel leaned for a kiss, intending to make love to his ice king until he’s icy no more.

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I am so sore, Andrew groaned as he woke up. He wanted to stretch on his big cozy bed, but something obstructing him. “What is this?” He mumbled sleepily as he tried to freed himself. He fluttered his eyes open, his sleepy gaze falling on the naked form half entangled with him.

Goodness, Nathaniel! Andrew widened his eyes, as he remembered everything. His room was dim due to the maroon curtains. Andrew peered at the clock, it read 10:50 in the morning. He returned his attention at the person him. When did we even fall asleep?

Andrew wondered, a bit surprised because he didn’t really invited for Nathaniel to stay over. Nathaniel was obviously still sleeping, his head buried in the crook of Andrew’s neck. His leg was entangled between Andrew’s leg, and his left arm was slouched over Andrew’s hip. He was covered partially, his smooth back exposed up till the curve of his firm bottom.

Andrew observe him for a couple of minutes absentmindedly, driving the sleep away. Not even realizing was he’s doing, he started his fingertips along Nathaniel’s spine. His skin is so silky and warm, the brunet thought as the touch evoked warm tingles on his fingertips. Andrew thought about last night. His new-found sexual appetite was insatiable.

But the particular thing is that he felt it only for Nathaniel. He wanted to have sex only with him. Andrew didn’t like thinking of these things. He discarded thing quickly, looking them in dark chambers of his mind the only evidence they left was the fading flutter in his chest.

My plan is processing well. He accepted my proposal, but I didn’t expect him to say he didn’t hate me, Andrew couldn’t fight off the excitement as he remembered Nathaniel’s words last night.

I like playing a game with him. But to cuddle with each other, sleeping in each other’s embrace, this is not supposed to happen. This definitely wasn’t part of my plan. I don’t think that cuddling goes under the clause of “hate-sex thing”. Even though it feels so right, I can’t allow myself to let my guard down around him.

His ponderings were interrupted as Nathaniel mumbled and sleepily nuzzled his head on Andrew’s head. He fluttered his eyes open, tickling Andrew’s neck with his long eyelashes. Andrew’s heart raced at the touch.

Nathaniel moved his head, looking sleepily at Andrew who’s smiling at him. The brunet brushed Nathaniel’s hair from his warm chocolate eyes. This is getting out of my hand. Why is my heart doing these weird things and making me flustered just at the sight of him? Andrew swallowed hard.