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Oh you bet it fucking is.

[ His hand draws back, and he grabs at his own cock, moving towards him and pressing against him, he can't hold back from this any more, and he eases himself inside him, still holding his cock as he presses and guides himself in.

He stays there a moment, before he starts to pull back, and moves his hand instead to Nate's hip, holding there as he starts, slowly at first, feeling him tight around him like a vice. His own groans pour loud and free, and his hand on his behind grips again, fingers pressing into his cheek.

A little momentum started, he quickens a little, not gentle and cautious but harder, faster, his body smacking hard against Nate's. ]

Oh fucking hell, oh take that cock. You like me fucking that tight asshole? Fuck

[As Matt begins to press into him, Nate's voice fails him, leaving him panting soundlessly beneath him. His hands flex to grip and release the sheets under him, pushing his body back against Matt's until he's buried to the hilt.

This time, they aren't gentle with one another. This isn't quite as much about learning or experimenting. This time there's a clear purpose and Matt's more confidence with himself, much to Nate's approval.

He can't quite answer in words, but the moans he makes are plenty of a positive response to Matt's question. Yes, he loves it. He loves that cock, loves what Matt is doing. The angle is good, so goo.

Too good.]

Matt, I'm-- [He's not toppling over yet, but it's going to get there in a hurry if he's not careful.] Oh fuck, please.

[Please let him or please stop him? Nate's not sure anymore. His mind is clouded by lust. Everything just feels so fucking good.]

Not yet [ he tells him, but the warning is strained as his own voice is threaded and raw as the echoes of his body smacking into Nate's sound around the room like a chorus.

Harder. Harder still. Relentless and fucking amazing.

His whole body feels as though it's buzzing, like an electric current running through his veins. He's as much on the edge as Nate is, and he isn't sure how long he can keep this up. So strained, he speaks again. ]

Rub your cock, babe. [ and oh that's a new name ] Make yourself come. Let me feel it while I fuck you.

[The refusal causes Nate to grown, gripping the sheets of the bed harder trying to comply. Each thrust makes it more difficult than the last, causing him to moan in higher pitches, straining to hold back.

He manages, though. Somehow. And as Matt tells him to push himself over that edge, Nate doesn't hesitate to reach for his cock, only needing to stroke himself a few times before he feels the end begin.

It's more intense than anything he's ever experienced. The string of cries and curses that fly from his mouth don't have any particular rhyme or reason. He's louder, though. Much louder than he's been previously. At the peak, he all but shouts Matt's name as he continues to stroke himself through the orgasm.]

[ Fuck if that isn't about the best thing he's ever heard. And this coming from a guy who's into opera. It's hard to keep moving as Nate tightens around him, gripping his cock in waves as he feels him riding through the intensity of his orgasm.

He tries to keep moving, tries to keep fucking him, but his own peak starts to hit, and it goes through him like an electric shock, his hips buckling and bucking towards him as he comes, gripping hard and tight onto Nate as he calls out his name.

It takes him a moment or more to even see straight, shuddering to keep upright as he pulls himself back from him. Grabbing the edge of the condom he pulls it from himself before rubbing his cock once more, milking the last of himself onto Nate's lower back. ]

Fuck I feel like I'm going to fall over. [ he laughs, shifting to the side and turning to flop back against the bed, but not before giving him a light tap on his backside ]

Jesus Christ Nate that was amazing.

[He can't manage words right now, can't do anything but focus on keeping himself upright bent over the bed while Matt finishes. His entire body feels alive from how good that felt, from how perfect it was.

It's only after Matt lays back on the bed that Nate even can turn his head to look at him.]

Move over. [He says with a laugh as he crawls into bed, curling up beside Matt and trying to avoid that wet spot on his sheets from his climax.]

I can't [ he tells him with a laugh that seems to send another shudder through him, but still he shifts up the bed, looking over towards Nate and ushering him up against him. ]

You okay? [ he asks ] Didn't hurt you did I? [ Because he's well aware he was anything but gentle there. ]

I'm tougher than I look. [He says with a light chuckle. But knowing that Matt cares is nice. He shifts himself up to kiss him softly.]

I'm fine. Better than fine. That was the best sex of my life, honestly.

Yeah? [ Matt has a hugely self satisfied grin at that, and he leans in to return the kiss slowly and lazily. ]

Well it was pretty fucking memorable. [ He leans up close, setting his hand out against Nate's stomach as he presses a kiss to his shoulder. ]

Can't believe I did that [ he adds, letting out a little laugh. He doubts he needs to clarify what 'that' is. ]

I can't either. It was good, though. Really good. Always heard girls whispering about how good you were with your tongue. Now I know for myself that they were right.

Yeah? [ he lifts his head from the pillow a bit at that and grins. Always nice to get good reviews after all. ]

It was like one of those 3D movies with the glasses. You know, coming right at you. [ h i l a r i o u s ]

[Nate laughs and gives him a playful shove, even as he remains curled up next to him.]

Not so bad, though, yeah?

Not so bad [ he agrees quietly, turning and kissing his shoulder again, before responding again a little softly
]
Oh what are you doing to me, Nate.

Not sure, but I'm hoping you still think it's good. [He responds, just as quiet, his mouth turning up in a small smile.]

Yeah well I'm not complaining. I mean look at me, my dick won't even go soft. I think you broke it. Still not a complaint by the way.

[That makes him laugh in earnest.]

Good. Because I'd really like to keep doing this. Whatever it is we're doing.

What are we doing? [ He doesn't really know why he's pushing for an answer on that, given he's the one that freaks out at the drop of a hat. But maybe he's trying to push himself as much as anything else. ]

Dunno. I mean, you called tonight a date, yeah? And I'm not-- I mean, I'm not interested in seeing anyone else. Not sure if you are..?

No [ he answers quickly, and reaches over to hold him a little bit closer, like it's really important that he does right now. ] No I'm really not, babe.

[Nate's not complaining about being held closer.]

I like that. [he says quietly] The way you call me babe.

[ Truth be told, Matt hasn't noticed that he's started doing it. Somewhere it switched, and yet it's entirely natural. He finds himself smiling. ]

Yeah I like it too.

[ He reaches out, hand finding Nate's so he can lace his fingers between his. ]

Nate... [ he starts, almost cautious ] Don't date anyone else, yeah? [ Not that he expects that he would, not that he thinks he's that sort of guy, but it's his somewhat awkward way of saying that he wants this to be a thing, a real thing, even if he's not quite ready to use the word boyfriend. ]

[He knows what Matt is trying to say without actually saying it. And it doesn't bother him that the words are harder for Matt to manage. He can be patient with that.]

I won't if you won't.

[They don't have to call this anything, but he doesn't want it unclear that it should all be fair.]

[ He's a touch hesitant, not because he doesn't want to, but because it feels like an extra huge step. It's not like Matt is really seeing anybody properly. Oh people here and there, but nothing more than friends with benefits. But that's not what he wants this to be. ]

You've got yourself a deal.