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[ The move is unexpected, if only in part because it's still about the last thing he's used to from Nate. That isn't to say it isn't welcome though, far from it, and he finds he really kind of gets a kick from Nate showing a bit of assertiveness. There's a camera in the lift, no doubt, but Matt really doesn't give a shit if security bloke number 6 in a room somewhere wants to watch.

His hand lifts and holds at Nate's side as if to steady himself as he kisses back. Taken off guard he might have been, but he doesn't hold back, kissing him quite frankly like something out of a porn film. ]

[He's reminded again just how good of a kisser Matt really is, which makes it easy to keep him pressed against the wall, his hand raising up to cup one side of Matt's face. Nate presses closer, pushing his body flush against Matt's, his teeth tugging playfully at his bottom lip. Breaking away enough to catch his breath, Nate presses his forehead to Matt's and lets out a quiet laugh.]

You've got no idea how much I wanted to do this ever since you showed up for dinner.

[ The kiss has a profound effect, and one that with their proximity should be more than clear. When Nate's forehead touches to his, he finds himself struggling for breath, the world around him swimming. ]

Got a bit of one.

[ His hand lifts and touches to Nate's cheek, in a move that's almost soft, and he leans in to press his lips to his once again, a hell of a lot slower this time, lingering. Fuck but he likes kissing him. ]

[Nate is similarly effected by it all, even more so when he feels the way Matt's body begins to respond. As Matt initiates another kiss, Nate lets out a quiet noise, approving and encouraging.

He could go on doing this forever, he thinks. But then there's the ding of the lift reaching their floor that drags him back to reality.]

That's us. [He manages to say, his voice breathy. Tearing himself away, he takes Matt's hand and moves to lead them down the hall to his door, reaching for his keys with his free hand so he can get the door open. He's not rushing, you're rushing.]

[ Why do they keep getting cockblocked by taxi drivers and lifts. Luckily, there should be none of those inside Nate's flat, which, as it happens, he's incredibly eager to get back to.

Standing by the doorway, he leans against the frame, looking at Nate, staring at him, and following in soon after when the door is opened. ]

So here we are, nice and private. Do you fancy sucking my dick?

[It shouldn't take him by surprise, but it does. It makes him laugh, though, which is better than a lot of reactions. Removing his scarf, Nate balls it up and tosses it right at Matt's stupid face.]

You did not just ask me like that!

Well how else am I supposed to ask you? Formal fucking invitation?

[ He makes an overblown show of standing up straight and offering out a hand, head up a bit. ]

Nathaniel, would you care for this blow job?

[He's still laughing at him, stepping over and taking that hand, even as he is judging the fuck out of him right now.]

Have a little finesse, Matthew. Make it worth my while.

[He arches his eyebrows a bit, not asking for anything in particular, but well it's definitely a challenge.]

You saying it's not already? Fuck, I need to up my game.

[ With his free hand he dusts down his suit jacket a little. ]

So that thing you were on about earlier. The waiting thing. You want to try a bit of that?

We can do that. [No, he doesn't want to try that. He wants to go back to making out and probably much more, but just... not with a flat out blow job request like that.]

You want a drink?

[ The trouble is here, in part, Matt is trying to be with Nate like he'd be with a partner, and at the same time he's still acting like he's his old best mate, laughing and joking the way that they did. He's not quite striking the right balance. ]

Yeah. Why not. And ice cream. You got ice cream?

Should have some chocolate, I think. [He says before heading to the kitchen to check.]

[ He will follow him into the kitchen because lbh he doesn't want to be far away from him. He tries to help, moving to cupboards to get glasses, opening about four wrong ones before he gets it right. He reaches for a bottle of he doesn't even know what on the side, and pours a glass for each of them. ]

So I was a cock just then, right?

A bit, yeah. [He says with a shrug, like it's no big deal. Opening his freezer, he pulls out the ice cream and sets it on the counter to thaw a bit.]

It's weird. You can say the perfect thing one minute and then the next, you're asking for a blowjob like you want me to run out for some milk.

Because you're you! You! You're a mate! I've never had to think about you like that. I've never asked a girl for a blow job like that and I never would. It's like my brain won't work properly.

You whispered in my ear like you do for women. Why don't you just work on doing all the rest like that as well. The talking parts, I mean. Obviously, some stuff's going to be different.

I get that it's new and weird and probably confusing as hell for you. But if you ask for sex like that again, I will throw you right out.

[His lips curve up into a smile, giving away that well... no he won't. He's jut making a point here.]

[ He'd probably have a quip back at that, if not for the look on Nate's face. Instead it makes him laugh a bit, and he nods in agreement. He takes a drink from his glass and sets it down, before lifting both hands as if surrendering. ]

Okay, okay. I get it.

[ He reaches out, his hand for his to tug him over towards him, bringing Nate's hand towards his own hip. Once there, he lets it go and lifts his fingers to Nate's hair, brushing back through his tight curls. ]

I'm sorry. Okay? But you know what, Nate, [ there's a slight drop in his voice, something nearer a whisper, and something a little husky. ] I'd really like to kiss you. If that's okay with you.

Would you? [He says, just enjoying the way it feels to have Matt's fingers combing through his hair.] I think that would be alright.

[He thinks about getting a little more aggressive again, really show Matt who's boss. But he doesn't. He likes this, likes Matt finding his own way along with it.]

Was hoping you'd say that

[ he smiles and leans in to let his lips press to his, parting them a little so he can make the kiss more, soft still and yet deep, full, as his fingers push up into that hair, holding him close. Fuck but it still feels amazing to kiss him.

There's a pause then, forehead pressed to Nate's. ]

Doing better?

[Nate trembles a little as Matt's lips press to his, a soft noise escaping him. He can't help it. Matt just does it for him. As the kiss breaks, Nate lets out a shaking breath and laughs lightly.]

Better, yeah. Definitely better.

Good

[ He smiles, still staying close. He tries to think about what Nate said, think the same as he would as if Nate was any woman he's been with. ]

You smell really good [ he tells him quietly. Not sure if it's aftershave or just him. ] What is that?

Tried this new cologne out for tonight. Special occasion and all. [He keeps his voice just as quiet, matching Matt, making the moment all the more private.]

You like it?

[ He smiles a bit at that. Special occasion. He likes that. ]

Yeah I do.

[ His hand lifts a little along Nate's side, brushing softly over his shirt and up over his shoulder so he can shape his fingers around his neck, pulling him close again for another slow drawn out kiss. ]

I like a lot about you, Nate [ another whisper, lips to lips ]

[Oh, see this is what he was talking about, saying the perfect thing. God, it just makes him melt. Much better than the other thing.]

Like a lot about you too. [He replies, finding it a little more difficult to form proper words.]

[ Fingertips shift gently against Nate's neck as he just stands there, breathing him in, before he shifts in and lets his lips press to his neck, placing gentle kisses against his skin. ]

Fuck, you've got such amazing skin. So soft.

[ It's funny, because this? This is his thing. This is his MO. Compliments, and lots of them. Make the other person feel like they are all that matters. He doesn't know why his brain keeps shifting to something far more coarse. ]