[ They're kissing, this is actually a thing that's happening. Matt would be terrified about it if he gave himself chance to be, but he doesn't, because this is complicated enough as it is. And he wants this, oh he really wants this.
His hand lifts and threads into that stupid mop of curls of his, all wet from the rain as his grip holds tight. He doesn't know what to do with it, with any of this. It's not like it's in his comfort zone. He doesn't know whether he should just shove his hand down Nate's trousers and grab his cock right there.
Really, what the fuck is he supposed to do? Apart from hiss him, because he definitely keeps kissing him, lips a little parted and teeth scraping. And then he stops, and takes a breath, shoving him once more against the wall. Only this time his forehead moves forward and rests against his as his chest rises and falls, trying to catch up. ]
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His hand lifts and threads into that stupid mop of curls of his, all wet from the rain as his grip holds tight. He doesn't know what to do with it, with any of this. It's not like it's in his comfort zone. He doesn't know whether he should just shove his hand down Nate's trousers and grab his cock right there.
Really, what the fuck is he supposed to do? Apart from hiss him, because he definitely keeps kissing him, lips a little parted and teeth scraping. And then he stops, and takes a breath, shoving him once more against the wall. Only this time his forehead moves forward and rests against his as his chest rises and falls, trying to catch up. ]
Fuck you.