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The Blutbad let him inside without a word and pushed couscous salad, pita chips and goat cheese into his hand with a bottle of fine microbrew. Monroe listened to his woes and offered his spare bedroom provided Nick pitched in with the cleaning and promised to keep his house from being Grimm central. Nick agreed with a laugh and took a long swig of his drink before helping himself to a hot shower.
They fell into an easy routine, Nick would take care of breakfast while Monroe did pilates and wash dishes. Monroe would cook dinner and make sure the house was tidy. (Though that was mostly to make sure Nick didn't break or misplace anything). And when they needed to, they teamed up against baddies. It just made sense and it clicked. A slow, easy burn that Nick never had with Juliette, a familiarity and comfort. He didn't need to hide the worst of who he was from Monroe and Monroe didn't have to worry about slipping up around Nick.
Their first kiss happened after a fight with a particularly nasty gang of Jagerbar. Nick had been knocked on the head while chasing the leader and had blacked out. He had come to with Monroe hovering over him peering down at his face and before his concussed brain caught up with the rest of him, he leaned up and pressed a kiss to Monroe's mouth to assure him he was fine with a hoarse "hey".
Monroe had simply brushed his hair out of his eyes and returned the greeting.
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When Nick finally, finally peeled down Monroe's jeans and boxers, the sight that greeted him may not have been what was expected, but it certainly wasn't frightening. And it definitely didn't make him want to stop what he was doing. Instead of being greeted by the expected sight of a full penis and swollen testicles, Nick found himself staring at an enlarged, aroused clitoris and a full, aroused mound. He stopped for a moment, simply staring down at the sight of Monroe full and wanton for him. Monroe however, took his stillness and silence the wrong way and began to shift.
Nick shushed him softly, pressing a kiss to the inside of Monroe's muscular thighs and cupped his hand against the heat, rubbing just slightly to give friction. He was rewarded with a groan low in Monroe's chest as he relaxed back into the bed and bucked up against the pressure. Beaming, Nick slid up Monroe's body and pressed a kiss to his mouth. Licking over his lips and nuzzling into his stubble.
Monroe curled a hand around Nick's shoulders holding him as he undulated his hips into his hand and bit at his lip. "So, are you gonna suck my dick or not, Grimm?"
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He braced his hands on Monroe's hips, varying the pressure with sucks and licks. Monroe's hand dug into his hair as he made growling, needy noises and rolled his hips, panting. "Fuck, Nick..."
Nick hummed quietly, looking up at Monroe with a smile curving his lips and licked over him. Monroe shuddered and his body went rigid before it gave one final shudder and fell still. A soft rush of wetness dampened Nick's neck and chin and he lifted his head away, nuzzling into the damp valley of curls.
Monroe's hands pulled him up, fingers curling through his hair. Licking Nick clean of his come, Monroe pressed his forehead to Nick's shoulder, panting to get his breath. "Thank you."
Nick shifted against Monroe, nudging back into him, letting himself be held. "For what?"
Monroe was quiet for a moment, musing on Nick's question. He laughed finally as he pressed Nick into the bed and started down his own body, growling at the enticing, red briefs Nick was wearing. "Everything."
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