[Nate feels overwhelmed by it all, surrounded by Matt's presence, his hands, his voice. His moans are louder, strained, gasping out when Matt's hand returns to his cock. He seems to know just what to do to make Nate feel as good as fucking possible. It's mad. No one should be this good at this from the start.]
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Jesus... I hope so.
[Just then, he catches that sound. Too familiar.]
Fuck, my phone- What time is it?