Your hand shoots out to steady Nat, gripping his thigh as he fists the fabric of the bedsheets. "Fuck.." He hisses, under his breath, nails digging into your arm as he clutches onto you for dear life. He squeezes his eyes shut, in a clear shitstorm of anticipation and excitement and anxious restlessness — knee bouncing up and down.

You feel your heart warm at the sight; he's been wanting this for so damn long.

If only he could just— hold still.