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[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.
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Don't come [ he finds himself saying, remembering back to what Nate had said in the restaurant. ]

Don't you dare come.

[He nods, eyes closing as he does his best to calm down. His cock is throbbing, needy and begging for that extra bit of attention to push him over.]

Fucking hell, Matt...

[ Matt looks up at him with an utterly ridiculous grin. Oh yeah, he's enjoying himself. It's evidenced even more so by the fact he returns his hand to Nate's cock and pumps him slowly slowly. ]

Not til I say so, yeah? You're making me so hard.

[Matt's hand makes him gasp, everything so sensitive. Seeing Matt still down there on his knees isn't helping matter either.]

I'll try, but...

[The sound he makes next can only be described as a whimper, his hands clenching at his side as he tries to keep himself under control.]

But nothing.

[ Bolstered, Matt shifts a little, opening his mouth and licking the tip of Nate's cock as he looks up at him, the whole thing overblown and like something out of a terrible porno. Teasing him, doing it on purpose. ]

Such a big hard cock [ he whispers, looking him over as he gently continues to pump ]

Do you want to come, Nate? Go on, tell me what you want.

Fuck... [Nate pants the word out, glancing down just in time to see Matt drag his tongue over the tip of him like that. He whines, feeling his cock pulse painfully as the arousal mounts higher and higher.]

Yeah...yeah I want to come. [Well, he does and he doesn't. This is really intense and he's actually enjoying the hell out of the teasing.]

Where do you want to come? [ he presses on, still moving his hand just so, eyes up at him, waiting and expectant. ]

Or do you want me to fuck you? Do you like being fucked hard? God I want to fuck you hard. Turn you over and fuck you until you can't see straight.

[ He reaches down, applying a little pressure over his own crotch, relieving a little of the tension ]

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[What he really wants is to come in Matt's mouth, to feel that wet heat of his tongue as he climaxes. But he knows not to ask for that. Not yet anyway.]

Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me but don't let me-- not yet. Not until you're done with me.

[He really isn't sure if he can hold out that long, but he's almost positive that the resulting orgasm after would be one for the ages if he could manage it.]

[ God just hearing him say that makes his dick harder. He's not about to waste time either, and so he pushes himself up to standing and hurries quickly to remove his trousers and shoes, throwing them off to the side, socks along with because he's not going to be that guy. At the same time, it gives Nate the opportunity to do the same, freeing his ankles from the last of the fabric. ]

Get the stuff [ he urges hurriedly, as he palms his own cock a little. ]

[Stepping out of his clothing, Nate gets rid of his socks and shoes, trousers and underwear as well. Naked, he goes to grab a condom and some lube. Instead of asking Matt how he wants him, he just bends over his bend, glancing over his shoulder. He looks like he needs nothing more than this right now.]