[Matt hasn't really kissed him yet- not like this, not like its something that comes right from the heart. Nate's eyes flutter closed, unable to breath for a moment as he feels that hand reach up to cup his face. His hand reaches to rest where Matt's neck and shoulder meet, shifting upward until his fingers can brush against the short hairs at the back of his neck.
As Matt's lips part, so do his, a small noise of approval escaping him before he can stop himself. Just as in the alley, Nate tentatively allows his tongue to brush against Matt's, exploring this new thing between them, offering the chance to deepen it.]
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As Matt's lips part, so do his, a small noise of approval escaping him before he can stop himself. Just as in the alley, Nate tentatively allows his tongue to brush against Matt's, exploring this new thing between them, offering the chance to deepen it.]