[It's intoxicating, feeling the way Matt responds to him. The only other time they fooled around, it wasn't exactly... sober. So it wasn't quite the same as what this could be. He pulls away from Matt's earlobe, but not very far, letting out a quiet laugh that's more breath than sound. His hand doesn't leave his thigh, though. In fact, it creeps higher still, fingers gently massaging as he moves.]
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Nearly. Why? Getting antsy?