[Once again, Nate realizes that he really enjoys how filthy Matt's mouth is. Groaning as they both press closer together, Nate reaches an arm behind him, grabbing lightly at Matt's hair, just holding on for dear life.]
Yeah-- god yeah... Fuck me, Matt.
[He can't believe he gets to say those words. It's like something from a dream for him.]
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Yeah-- god yeah... Fuck me, Matt.
[He can't believe he gets to say those words. It's like something from a dream for him.]