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[ Zip open, Matt wastes no time in pushing Nate's trousers over his hips, thumbs hooking under his boxer briefs to drag those along with and let them all fall down together. Likely making Nate liable to fall over but what you gonna do, he's not really thinking about that, he's thinking about his cock. ]

[He does stumble a bit. Thankfully, Matt is right in front of him, so he can hold on to him, grabbing those impressive shoulders. But seeing as Matt would need to bend a little to strip him down, the pressure from Nate's hands might also encourage him to..continuing moving down.]

Christ, you're eager.

[He laughs a little, clearly not upset about it.]

Making up for lost time.

[ he laughs, and he can feel that push against his shoulder and he knows exactly what it means. Ordinarily it might be the sort of thing to have him be snapping back out of things, but he's so lost in the moment, so drunk on lust that it doesn't take hold of his mind. All he can think of his him, having him, all of him, and making him make all those little noises he heard through those walls.

That and the fact he's not that steady on his feet right now so he sort of trips. But that's not sexy so we'll pretend it's not that.

But move down he does, onto his knees in front of him, lifting his head back up to look at him before he brings his lips in to press to his hip bone, his tongue soft against the skin there ]

[Nate honestly wasn't trying to push Matt to do anything. He was just trying to stay upright. They're more clumsy than anything else right now. But seeing Matt on his knees in front of him is...]

Wow... [He breathes the word out with a little moan as he watches Matt press a kiss to his hip bone. He's harder than ever, cock twitching slightly as Matt's tongue smoothes over the skin where he's kissed. Nate keeps his hands on Matt's shoulders for now, mouth partly open, feeling like this is some sort of crazy dream.]

[ turning his head Matt is eye to eye with Nate's cock, hard beside him and wanting. His heart races a little faster and he feels acid in his chest. Relax, Matthew, it's just a dick. You've got one of your own. ]

Come in my fucking mouth and I'll not be held responsible for my actions. [ its said as mostly a joke, but given their history it's probably not the most sensitive one he's ever made. Still, he's nervous and about to suck a dick, maybe he can be excused.

He takes a deep breath a moment and lifts a hand, wrapping it around Nate's cock to stroke him a couple of times, looking up at him to see the reaction, using that to fuel himself before he gingerly opens his mouth and hesitantly moves forward, wrapping his lips around the head of Nate's cock, tongue tentatively brushing against him. ]

[Without realizing it, Nate holds his breath. Matt's joke doesn't even really register as something he could or should be mad about. He just nods, confirming that he understands. He's still not entirely sure that he's not dreaming, especially when Matt's hand wraps around him and starts to stroke. There's a strangled sort of moan, like he's cautious about any sudden movements. But as soon as Matt's lips wrap around the head of his cock, that breath he had been holding is let out in a rush.]

Oh fuck...

[ It's enough to calm his nerves, or at least push them away a bit to somewhere that matters less. Hearing that noise, knowing he's causing it, it makes him want to do just about anything to have him illicit another. Still though, his lips draw back quickly and he takes a moment to catch his hurried breath. He's gone down on plenty women before, but he's never had to get used to the way you need to breathe when there's a dick in your mouth.

He swallows for a moment, heart racing so fast he feels almost sick. But it's not that he's doing it, it's not for any desire to stop.

His hand takes the lead again, stroking him and twisting his grip before he -in an attempt to be a little bolder- moves in and presses his tongue against his cock, licking along his length before he takes him in his mouth once again, lips closing a little tighter as he dares to take him a touch further into his mouth this time.

His eyes flick up, looking for guidance, for anything. He might need his help through this. ]

[Nate can sense the hesitation. It's strange how he can feel the inexperience as Matt moves. Nate's never been with someone who doesn't really know how to do this. By the time he started sleeping with guys, he had a tendency to find ones that could reach him, rather than the other way around.

But it feels good. God it feels good, likely mostly because it's Matt. His cock is in Matt's mouth and fuck if he thinks about it too much, he could come right there.

One of his hands shifts from his shoulder, moving up to comb his fingers through Matt's hair, looking down at him and letting out another moan as he watches Matt move a little further this time.]

Just like that... [He encourages him.] Just think about the way you like it.

[ Matt knows exactly how he likes it, but he thinks if he tried most of those things then he'd choke. But okay, one step at a time, and Nate's right; there are lots of things Matt likes.

He draws back again, taking a breath before he moves back in. He can scarcely believe he's doing this, and it's probably for the best he tries not to think about it because he knows if he does then he'll panic. So he's steady as he takes him further into his mouth, far from completely but a touch more. His eyes flick up towards Nate because fuck did he always like it when girls looked at him while they sucked him off. Always liked too watching them bob back and forth, and so he tries that too, carefully and trying not to think about the fact his face is almost being fucked.

When he pulls back its with a slight gasp, drawing breath heavily before using his hand to stroke him instead, not wanting him to have to wait for that feeling, his hand a slightly tighter grip. ]

Can't believe you've got me doing this. [ because yeah that's how it happened. Clearly. ]

[Nate keeps one hand in Matt's hair, fingers twisting the strands slightly, an indication when he moves in just the right way, a moan quickly following every time. He's telegraphing how much he likes this, just how much he wants Matt to keep going. As Matt pull back again and makes that comment, Nate doesn't protest or try to say that he didn't initiate it. He just runs his fingers through Matt's hair.]

It feels so good. [It could be better, honestly, but for his first time? Matt's not doing bad at all.] Seriously. You see how hard you've got me?

[He hopes that encouragement will help.]

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Yeah? [ He looks up at him, bolstered by the encouragement. ]

You like watching me suck your cock, Nate? You want to fuck my mouth with your big hard dick?

[ It's a sign he's relaxing into it, maybe, that he's able to slip into his usual vocal behaviour. More than that, he finds he enjoys it too, more than he could have ever expected he would. Oh of course there's part of his brain that tells him he shouldn't enjoy doing this, that it's wrong or whatever derogatory term his dad instilled in his head.

But he's not his dad, and he doesn't want to be his dad. He won't be that man.

Lifting his cock, he runs his tongue along the underside before he takes him in his mouth again, sucking on his tip and letting his tongue stroke over his skin. ]

[The comments are good, a sign that Matt is getting used to this. Nate doesn't answer, doesn't have the ability to while Matt is running his tongue along his length like that, wrapping his lips around him again. His other hand also moves to hold onto Matt by his hair. He's not guiding his movements at all, but that comment about fucking his mouth might be at the back of his mind right now.

It's taking all of his efforts to keep his hips from shifting toward the heat of his mouth.]

God, yeah... So fucking good.

[ With his hand wrapped around him, Matt pumps on Nate's cock at the same time as he moves his head back and forth. The grip in his hair brings a smirk that's somehow visible in his eyes as he looks up at him. With the next move to pull back for a breath he speaks a little quieter, a whisper like someone else might hear. ]

Go on then. [ as he wraps his lips about him once more. ]

[oh.

Nate just stares for a moment, both hands in Matt's hair, as if he's not sure if this is some sort of trick. But after a few second of his heart pounding in his chest, he applies a small amount of pressure, guiding Matt back and forth along his shaft. He's careful not to urge him down too far, but it might be a little more than Matt was taking before. He's careful. Slow. But fuck it feels good.

He lets out another moan, his eyes closing briefly as he gets lost in how it feels.]

[ It would be really easy for Matt to completely freak the fuck out at this, to push him off and yell something. But he doesn't do that. He does, however reach out and grab a little at Nate's thigh, holding onto him and trying to stay relaxed as Nate guides him as he does. He can feel his cock sliding in and out of his mouth, further than he'd taken him.

Is it weird how much this is turning him on?

As he moves, Matt shifts his tongue a little, trying to have an active part in this, though on a particular shift his mouth seems to object and he coughs a little, his head drawing back. ]

Sorry [ he laughs ] keep going [ going back to it without pause, shifting in a way that Nate can continue as he was, tilting his eyes up to watch him. ]

[As Matt coughs and withdraws, Nate looks instantly worried.]

You ok-- ayyy! [He nearly yelps as Matt returns to the task, a laugh following.] Jesus...yeah, okay. You're a quicker study, aren't you?

[His fingers comb through Matt's hair lovingly, guiding him less with his hands this time and instead letting his hips shift forward to meet Matt's pacing.]

[ It would make Matt laugh were he not pretty preoccupied. But preoccupied he is. He finds he really wants to do this. He wants to get Nate off, and it's all the more thrilling knowing just how much Nate wanted this.

Shifting a bit, he lets Nate get a little deeper into his mouth, as he reaches and grabs a hand tightly into his behind, half as a way to ground him, but really just because he wants to touch him, and really, he has a bloody good arse. ]

[Matt's hand on his ass is more than he expected. His hips shift forward a bit more firmly than he intends. His cock pulses, a bit of precome making its way onto Matt's tongue. Baby steps, Matt.

Nate's fingers grip tighter in Matt's hair as he regains his composure.]

Matt... I think-- may need you to slow it down.

[ That's unexpected, and it's almost enough to make him cough again. He manages to hold it back this time though, just continuing his movement, eager to tip Nate towards his edge.

So eager, in fact, that he very nearly doesn't hear him, continuing just the same for a moment or more before he slows and pulls back, gasping for breath, hand replacing his mouth. ]

You close? [ he asks, breathy ]

Getting there, yeah. [His voice is strained, watching as Matt's hand strokes with him down on his knees like that. It's like a fucking dream come true isn't it?]

Just tell me when you're gonna come, okay? [ he asks just gently, watching him a little more as he twists his wrist just so, at least wanking is something he has a definite experience with.

A few more movements of his wrist and he moves his head back in, his tongue stroking open mouthed along his length before he takes him in, sucking on his tip, before he bobs again against him, his hand gripping and kneading a little into his backside. ]

[Nate just groans, his head tipping back for a moment as the pleasure of it overwhelms him for a moment.]

Fucking hell, your tongue... [He manages the words before another moan escapes him. Nate keeps his hands in Matt's hair, holding on for a moment before he slowly starts to guide him again. But this time it's not as slow. He's still careful, but he's clearly losing himself to the moment a little.]

[ Okay this is... more than he expected, and his gag reflex finds itself being tested a little, the ensuing thrusts of Nate's hips finding him deeper into his mouth, so much so that he can feel him hitting his throat. He doesn't stop him though, in fact quite the opposite. He grips tighter on his backside and holds on in return. It's... remarkable how much doing this is finding his own dick hard, pushing against the fabric of his suit trousers as he kneels on the carpet.

He's always liked doing this himself, and maybe in part that's why it turns him on so much, knowing Nate is on the recieving end of that, fucking his mouth as he is. ]

[Nate keeps on going like that for a few moments, little cries falling from his lips, curse and Matt's name mixed all throughout. He wants to keep going. He wants nothing more than to just keep going, but he can't. He knows he can't.]

Shit, shit... [Without warning, he pulls Matt back, panting as he tries to keep from falling over the edge right then and there.]

[ He's almost shocked when Nate pulls him back, but he quickly realises why. It's for the best really, sucking a dick is one thing but having come in his mouth is probably a step more than he can handle right now.
]
Don't come [ he finds himself saying, remembering back to what Nate had said in the restaurant. ]

Don't you dare come.