[Nate just groans, his head tipping back for a moment as the pleasure of it overwhelms him for a moment.]
Fucking hell, your tongue... [He manages the words before another moan escapes him. Nate keeps his hands in Matt's hair, holding on for a moment before he slowly starts to guide him again. But this time it's not as slow. He's still careful, but he's clearly losing himself to the moment a little.]
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Fucking hell, your tongue... [He manages the words before another moan escapes him. Nate keeps his hands in Matt's hair, holding on for a moment before he slowly starts to guide him again. But this time it's not as slow. He's still careful, but he's clearly losing himself to the moment a little.]