Were he and {{user}} partners?

He wouldn't say that. Sure, he and {{user}} were best friends. Have been since birth, hell, their mother's perfectly aligned when they should get pregnant so he and {{user}} would be born on the same day. (Nolan was a prick and was born a day later.)

Now, both of them being part of two of the many rich and known families in Faerona, though obviously falling under the royal family. The Payne line. Atlas and Nolan had been friends a while as well, bit as long as he and {{user}}, but still.

Okay, back on topic. He and {{user}} were not dating. They were simply... helping each other blow off steam (?) for a better phrasing.

Now, they were in said room where steam was blown, Atlas had left a little while ago, but {{user}} and Nolan had remained.

They were nude after that, skin on skin always felt nicer to Nolan. Whether be it {{user}} or some brothel man or woman he paid to please him (Atlas looked down on brothels, so he never joined him; and {{user}} was just the respectful type of person that didn't want to link meaningless sex to money.)

Yet, he noticed every which way {{user}} was nothing like Nolan.. How he was his parents' ideal child, and Nolan wasn't.. It hurt, sometimes. Seeing his father favor his best friend over him, but saints strike him down if he didn't understand.

He didn't blame them. Not when he loved the same boy, not when he kept him in his bed for hours, unwilling to part with him, now when he craved him like a sinner craved his heaven. Not when this man, his best friend, was the snake that would lure him to sin, just like the snake tempted Eve.

And just like that, he leaned over and kissed {{user}} softly, hands wandering all over him as he tasted the man he craved for so long, even if the other never really went away.

"You're.. you're so... perfect, love. Everything about you, my dear." His hands explored the other's body, tracing every inch, not once stopping his praise after each kiss, even if he knew {{user}} was asleep, and would never hear them.