Mani and Nick
Nick groaned again when Mani's radiating heat was directly against his skin once more. His own warmth had spiked as his desire rose with it, but Mani's heat was a supernatural kind. Nick didn't know or couldn't remember what Mani was, exactly, but at this juncture he didn't much care, so long as they could keep going.
Feeling Mani's hand on his bare cheek, Nick murmured hungrily against the kiss and used his hand, the one trapped between them, to give them both some friction. The back of his knuckles followed the hard outline of Mani, and his fingertips kept track of his own.
After a moment, he withdrew his hand and started to tug Mani's boxer-briefs down his hips. When they cleared his ass, Nick let his thumbs follow along the elastic top band to the front where he released Mani's hardness and closed his fingers around him.
"Mmmfuck," he broke the kiss to look at Mani as his hand moved. "Even your cock is hot." Nick bit his lip again and squeezed and stroked. "How do you want this? I'll suck you off if you want. Or... do you wanna fuck?" His hand squeezed to emphasize the word.