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The air was thick with tension as Nick and Charlie stood face to face, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

The previous day's argument had left a bitter taste in their mouths, but the fire of their passion had not yet been extinguished.

"Charlie, please," Nick pleaded, his voice soft and filled with longing.

"I know I messed up, and I'm truly sorry. Can't we just put this behind us?"

Charlie's eyes narrowed, a mix of emotions playing across his handsome face.

He wanted to forgive, to let go of the anger, but a part of him wanted Nick to understand the depth of his hurt.

"I... I need some space, Nick. I'm not ready to just forget everything."

Nick's heart sank as he took a step forward, reaching out to touch Charlie's arm. "Please, Charlie.

I can't stand being apart from you. Let me make it up to you."

Charlie's body tensed at Nick's touch, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap.

He pushed Nick's hand away, his dark eyes flashing with determination.

"I said I need space, Nick. Can't you respect that?"

Nick's face fell, but his determination remained. He knew Charlie was hurting, but he couldn't help feeling rejected.

"I respect you, Charlie. I just... I need to show you how much I love you."

Without waiting for a response, Nick leaned in, his lips brushing against Charlie's cheek, then his neck.

Charlie's breath hitched, his body betraying his resolve.

He tried to push Nick away, but the older man's persistence was overwhelming.
"No, Nick. Stop," Charlie whispered, his voice hoarse with desire and frustration.

But Nick's lips found the sensitive spot below Charlie's ear, sending shivers down his spine. He kissed and nipped at the tender skin, his breath hot against Charlie's neck.

"Mmm, Charlie," Nick murmured, his hands sliding down to grip Charlie's hips. "You know you want this too. Let me make you feel good."

Charlie's resistance crumbled as waves of pleasure washed over him. He arched his neck, granting Nick better access, his body yielding to the sensations. Nick's kisses grew more demanding, his teeth gently scraping against Charlie's sensitive skin, leaving a trail of tingling warmth.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Nick growled, his hands roaming over Charlie's body, mapping every inch of his lover's form. He unbuttoned Charlie's shirt, exposing his smooth chest, and planted open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone.

Charlie moaned, his hands clenching into fists as he struggled to maintain his anger. But the sensations were too much, his body responding to Nick's touch with an intensity he couldn't deny. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, his breath coming in short gasps.

Nick's hands traveled lower, unbuckling Charlie's belt with practiced ease. He slid his hands beneath the fabric, cupping Charlie's firm ass, pulling him closer.

Charlie's resistance melted away as he felt Nick's hard length pressing against his thigh, a tangible reminder of his lover's desire.

"That's it, baby," Nick whispered, his lips finding Charlie's once more. This time, Charlie didn't resist, meeting Nick's kiss with equal fervor. Their tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths, tasting the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface.