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[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.]

[ Quite honestly, seeing him bending over the edge of the bed makes it almost impossible not to just come right there. Still though, he manages not to do that (thankfully). What he does do however, is don the condom and squeeze out a generous amount of lube onto his palm. He rubs it over his cock, before taking the same hand and smoothing it over his backside and between his cheeks, his finger moving in circles against his hole ]

Better loosen up this asshole a bit hadn't we

[ Matt might not be that experienced, but he's not stupid, thankfully. ]

[Nate's eyes close as Matt touches him, a low moan escaping him as he presses back against Matt's hand. He wants this, needs it.]

God, yeah...

[He has to grip his hands tight to the sheets on his bed to keep from reaching down to stroke his own cock.]

[ Cautiously, Matt presses a finger against him, pushing it inside him and gently starting to pump it. He hooks his finger a bit, and really anybody would think he might have been googling about the prostate gland and things like that. Who knows.

He's eager for this though, and so he doesn't waste too much time before one finger becomes two, feeling him tight around him as he pumps, his own cock pulsing at just how tight Nate is around his fingers, knowing that will be his cock soon. ]

You like that? Like being finger fucked in that tight ass of yours? Fuck you've got an amazing backside, Nate. [ Before he hadn't had the chance to look down at him like this, but now he can see him in all his glory, his free hand smoothing over his behind and grabbing lightly. ]

[Nate's head falls forward, leaning against the mattress as he rocks his body back into Matt's hand. As he adds a second finger, Nate cries out, nearly coming right then and there. But he manages to hold back.]

Fuck... So fucking good, Matt.

[He can already tell just how much he wants more, remembering the way Matt's cock stretched him so well.]

Want it so bad.

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.