When he leaned away, breaking their kiss again, Nick wilted against him, panting and trembling, Nick’s forehead pressed to Todd’s shoulder.
Todd held Nick close for another minute, resting his head against his mate’s. “We’d better get moving, huh?”
Nick simply nodded. He was less than encouraging about the moving. He let go, moved his arms up, and wrapped them around Todd’s neck and shoulders, snuggling against Todd, body slick, breath quick against his skin.
“You’re going to be late,” Todd mumbled into Nick’s neck.
Nick tightened his arms around Todd, twisted so he was flush with Todd, and slung one leg over Todd’s. “Don’t wanna have a real job,” he drawled and looked up at Todd from under disheveled bangs, eyes soft, body malleable and warm in Todd’s arms.
Smiling softly, Todd reminded Nick, “No more funny business, or we’ll never get this job done.”