[Those comments? Had been annoying as fuck, but Nate let him get away with it. Because it was Matt. And know he's here, about to go down on him and there's not nearly enough alcohol between them for anyone to blame that. Matt just wants it, wants him. And Nate wants this too. His hand reaches for Matt's cock, getting a firm grip on it as he raises up on his knees to bring his mouth to the tip. Slowly, drags his tongue over the head again, this time making sure to keep his eyes on Matt's the whole time. He moves further down, running his tongue along the entire length of him, feeling the way he twitches under his tongue.]
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