[ You kiss your mother with that mouth? he says or... sort of says, there's more a breath and a moan on his lips than there is anything else.
As much as he's enjoying watching, his head throws back, and his eyes closed. He's not entirely paying attention then to that gentle journey of his hand. He knows it feels good, and that's about all he can think right now,
But then his hand doesn't stop there, and Matt's heart starts to race before his mind really catches up with why. ]
Nate
[ He says his name as though he intends it to be a warning, to tell him to back off. He is not having gay sex, thank you very much (even if he very much is). But then it isn't a warning that comes out. Instead the word is spoken more like a moan, like a desperate plea. His hand lifts and grabs at Nate's arm like he'd pull it back, and yet at the same time his knees seem to part all the more.
Quite the contradiction, is Matt.
But trust him. Nate says to trust him, and he does. ]
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As much as he's enjoying watching, his head throws back, and his eyes closed. He's not entirely paying attention then to that gentle journey of his hand. He knows it feels good, and that's about all he can think right now,
But then his hand doesn't stop there, and Matt's heart starts to race before his mind really catches up with why. ]
Nate
[ He says his name as though he intends it to be a warning, to tell him to back off. He is not having gay sex, thank you very much (even if he very much is). But then it isn't a warning that comes out. Instead the word is spoken more like a moan, like a desperate plea. His hand lifts and grabs at Nate's arm like he'd pull it back, and yet at the same time his knees seem to part all the more.
Quite the contradiction, is Matt.
But trust him. Nate says to trust him, and he does. ]