[The question can only be met with a nod, as he's lost for words. Every time he tries to find something to say, another moan tumbles from his lips instead. He's good at this, which isn't all that surprising. Men know what men like for the most part. The learning curve isn't so steep. Once Matt gets over his own hang ups with the whole thing, the rest is easy.
Or so Nate thinks, at least.]
God... [He mutters, hips lifting a little off the couch, up against Matt's hand. His hand moves to rest on Matt's thigh, just needing to touch him in some capacity.]
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Or so Nate thinks, at least.]
God... [He mutters, hips lifting a little off the couch, up against Matt's hand. His hand moves to rest on Matt's thigh, just needing to touch him in some capacity.]