[ Matt turns his head a little, looking at his own hand on Nate's dick. Fucking hell, his hand on someone else's dick. Is this actually happening? Is he actually jacking Nate off? This feels like one of those weird dreams you wake up from and stare at the wall in shock about.
He looks at his cock, mentally comparing it to his own, (longer than his, he thinks, his own a little thicker). He touches him in the same way that he'd touch himself. Every reaction bolsters him, and he shifts and twists his hand with relative ease. ]
You like that? [ A whisper, finding himself ridiculously turned on at having him come undone at his touch. Oh he should have tried this ages ago. His next words slip free, ones he'd usually keep to himself, hidden away and never admitted. ]
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He looks at his cock, mentally comparing it to his own, (longer than his, he thinks, his own a little thicker). He touches him in the same way that he'd touch himself. Every reaction bolsters him, and he shifts and twists his hand with relative ease. ]
You like that? [ A whisper, finding himself ridiculously turned on at having him come undone at his touch. Oh he should have tried this ages ago. His next words slip free, ones he'd usually keep to himself, hidden away and never admitted. ]
Fuck you're hot.