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[ It feels good to have his fingers near his skin like that, surprisingly good. He wants more, he wants everything. Fuck he wants him more than he's ever wanted most things. This is crazy, wonderful but completely crazy.

He shifts over him a little, moving with him, his knee fitting between Nate's knees, bodies close and he's pretty sure that's his erection he can feel through that thin fabric.

Okay so no, that's definitely weird. And definitely weird how turned on he is by it. That's really pretty gay. He pulls back for breath, gasping a little, and lifting his head to look at him. ]

That something in your pocket or you just pleased to see me?

[The pressure of Matt's knee against his groin is just right, just enough for him to lift his hips gently, rubbing against his thigh a bit to try to relieve the pressure. He's lost in a lustful daze, and nearly doesn't hear Matt's comment. But the fog clears enough and it registers. Laughing lightly, he glances down between them like... Well, I don't have pockets. But instead of saying that, his hand on Matt's waist shifts around front and moves down to gently run his fingers over Matt's own hardened length, shivering at the feel of it, even with the thin fabric between them.]

Dunno- you tell me.

[He can't let you get away with being a cocky fuck this whole time.]

[ It's enough to make his breath hitch again. He should have expected that. Why didn't he expect that. His cock twitches at the near touch though, hard in the loose pj bottoms. It's his turn to laugh now, as he glances down and sees Nate's hand over his crotch. He's not sure if he's laughing because it feels good or just because of the absurdity of it all. ]

Oh I'm definitely pleased to see you.

Thought so. [He says with a little smile, his fingers tracing that same path again, as if trying to coax further arousal, but after a moment, his hand moves up again, slipping under the material of his tshirt, running his hands along his bare torso.]

Fuck, you got fit, didn't you?

You saying I wasn't before? [ His voice shows a notable shift, a little lower, a little more gravelly. Well, having a hand rubbed over your cock will do that. His fingers on his skin make his hairs stand on end, and he idly finds his hips pressing towards him just a little. ]

There's a gym at work. Helps to be strong for the shit we do. Like all those orgies. [ He pauses a beat ]. You like it?

[God, the way his voice drops- it's enough to make Nate feel like he's melting into a puddle. He can't even come up with a good comeback. So unfair.]

Really like it. [He felt that press of the hips towards him and oh he likes that too.] You should take that shirt off.

Yes, Sir [ another smirk, and he shifts a little, enough to rest his weight on his knees, and grab at the bottom of the tshirt, pulling it over his head. ]

So what are you like in bed, Nate? [ he whispers ] Are you assertive? The sort of bloke that knows what he wants? You've never really told me, you know.

[ Of course somehow they'd managed to talk a fair bit about Matt's sexual preferences. ]

Guess you'll have to find out. [In truth, Nate's a mixed bag. He knows what he likes and isn't shy to share it, but he doesn't mind someone else taking control of a situation. As he watches Matt, now shirtless, he pushes himself up a little and appreciates the view. Carefully, he reaches out a hand a lets his fingertips wander along that exquisite chest, further down his abs. He hooks a finger in the pajama bottoms Matt's wearing and gives a teasing little smile.]

I'm not some wilting flower, if that's what you mean.

Never thought you were. [ He laughs again, that small sort of nervous laughter. His skin rises with goosebumps when Nate touches him, nipples hardening like they're freshly exposed to the air. His breathing grows a little thinner. ]

Fuck this is weird. You touching me like this. I mean I like it. But it's so fucking weird.

[He doesn't take offense to it, the way Matt keeps calling it weird. Maybe it is a little weird, but it feels right, doesn't it? Nate shifts up again, moving to get his feet under him so he can kneel on the couch as well. He gives Matt a reassuring smile.]

Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?

[And with that, he'll guide the other man to sit, taking the lead a little more. He kisses Matt briefly on the lips before shifting over to his jaw, then his neck, trailing down towards his chest. He wants to kiss every inch of him if he can manage it.]

I don't [ he admits the words a little quietly, but somehow with more meaning for it. No bravado there, just entirely true. He shifts under Nate's guidance, back into the sofa, his breath hitching higher as his lips start to trail. ]

Fuck, Nate...

[ Between his legs his cock feels like it pulses, and his knees shift apart a little. More manspreading. ]

I can't believe how turned on I am right now.

[His only response is a small hum as he continues to press his lips to Matt's flesh, memorizing the feel of his newly toned body. He makes his way back up after a moment, pausing to run his tongue along a nipple. It's about 50/50 in his experience if a guy is into it. But the fact that his have been reacting as they've been doing this? At least gives him a good chance that he might like it.]

[ And oh yeah, he definitely likes it. He lets out a slight noise, somewhere between a gasp and something else. It ends in a laugh, those nerves finding their way back. He can't help it. ]

Nate...

[ He lifts a hand to the side of Nate's face, pushing his fingers against that incredible hair of his, twisting them in the strands in a way that shows he's really enjoying doing it ]

You're overdressed.

[The last time he had Matt's hands in his hair was while he was going down on him when Matt was completely wasted. It wasn't nearly as nice as this. He moves his head back up to get a good look at Matt after that comment, bending back down to give his nipple a gentle bite before he shifts upright to tug his own shirt off.]

Better?

[ At the bite, Matt lets out another noise. This one is less of a laugh. ]

Oh you cheeky little fuck. And yes. Better.

[ His fingers twist a little in his hair, turning around the curls. ] Fuck I love this hair. [ He used the L word without even thinking about it, and he doesn't even register afterwards, which is probably for the best. But it's indicative of so much more. Something small borne out of something that runs so much deeper. Love, yes. But not just for his hair. ]

I feel like I should be doing something. [ He speaks in a whisper, acutely aware he'd normally be doing something, but then things are a bit different h ]ere

[He leans a bit into that contact, happy to feel the way Matt's fingers move through his curl. He notices the L word, but doesn't comment on it. It's not important right now. Or it is but he's not going to risk halting things to mention it.]

What do you want to be doing? [He can lead Matt along, but some of it has to come from him.]

Do you want to touch me?

Oh I dunno, be a bit less shit?[ Flippant, easy, but come on Matthew, pull yourself together. Seriously, this is Nate, fuck all to be scared of here. ]

Was I think shit when I was hammered?

[ Probably not the best question, but there you go, he's asked it now. All the time he talks, his fingers stroke through Nate's hair, twisting strands, almost playful, enjoying it. When he speaks again, it's in a low whisper, and he moves in such a way that the words can be exactly that, quiet into his ear. ]

Show me your cock. I want to see what it looks like hard.

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[He leans in as Matt guides him by the touch of his hair. He's not going to dignify that first question with a response, mostly because he won't want to hear the answer.

He wasn't exactly something to write home about then. But it was an experience and Nate was in love with the guy so he won't critique the drunken escapades of their past.

His hands idly stroke over Matt's torso, just needing that contact. He's waiting for more of an answer, and when it comes in those whispered words, there's a visible shudder that runs through him. Hearing Matt say that? Well, it's thrilling beyond belief. Slowly, he stands from the couch and moves his hands to his pajama bottoms. Now upright, the tent in the front of the fabric is more than a little obvious. He's got quite the effect on Nate, to say the least.

As he pulls down the garment, Nate keeps his eyes on Matt, watching for his reaction as he strips off the last of his clothing. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just... stands there naked and erect.]

[ He finds that he likes it, the way that Nate seems to like to touch him, just a hand on his skin, like he needs to keep contact. It's so very him. He can tell what he's said has had an effect, and he likes that, likes just how profound it seems to be. Nice to know he hasn't lost it.

As Nate stands, he watches, his throat dry as his eyes fall over him, flicking down as he steps out of the pj bottoms. His gaze lands on his cock. He's, well, bigger than he expected. Well done Nate. As cocks go, it's a pretty nice looking one, not that he's looked at all that many hard cocks this close before. Or, well, any. But he's watched plenty porn. ]

Touch yourself?[ He looks up at him as he asks. ] Just how you do it.

[Of all the things Nate might have expected him to ask? That wasn't really on the list. He blinks and doesn't know how to react at first.]

Yeah?

[Well, he's not going to deny Matt the request. It's not something he's not comfortable with, so he's not going to make him feel weird for asking. So instead, he just sits back down next to him, close enough to bump his knee gently against his.

He doesn't look at Matt while his hand moves, because fuck that would be kind of weird to hold eye contact while he did that, wouldn't it? His hand wraps around the base of his cock, slowly moving to stroke along the length. He makes it a couple of strokes before he lets out a heavy exhale as the night's events have left him far more sensitive than he's used to.

That, and the fact that Matt is sitting there watching him do this. Matt. Oh fuck.]

[ Matt is completely fucking enthralled. It's like a really good episode of one of those tv shows he likes, or something. But this one is more compelling than ever. He shifts a little, leaning in to him a bit, the backs of his fingers touching Nate's thigh. ]

You know you look good doing that.

[ He shifts a little bit more, and while he's not being looked at, he takes the opportunity to lean over that little bit more and kiss him. His lips meet his, almost cautious at first until he finds a grounding, his lips parting against his. He shifts again, sideways on to him as he sits back. His hand jitters a little as he reaches out, fingertips touching Nate's arm, sliding down it, to his wrist until he can cover his hand that wraps around his cock. Over his hand, not quite touching him, still letting Nate do that, but moving his hand along with those movements, until there's a subtle change, a gentle grip, him leading the motion instead. ]

[Matt's comment draws a small huff of a laugh from him.]

Thanks, been practicing. [He continues to stoke himself, very steady, glancing at Matt's body out of the corner of his eye, but not really needing it for inspiration. The very fact that he's doing this at all is enough to keep him going.

The kiss takes him entirely by surprise, causing his body to lift a little as the sensation of Matt's mouth on his just overwhelms him for a moment. There's a whimper muffled into the kiss that he can't control, especially while he tries to keep his hand steadily moving up and down his cock. Fuck this is nice.

As Matt's hand comes to wrap around Nate's, he's almost positive he's made all of this up. This can't be real. Especially when Matt starts leading the motion. He lets out a proper moan, head tipping back against the back of the sofa. All he wants is to remove his own hand, but is that too much? Matt's gone this far on his own. Maybe it's better to let him take his time.]

Feels good. [He says with a panting breath, trying to encourage him to keep going.]

[ The reactions are more than enough to bolster him, to continue this, his confidence growing as he leans back a little, enough so that he can watch him, that he can take it in when Nate's head rocks back. ]

Sounds good. [ He agrees, because fuck those noises he's making. He wants to hear every last one of them.

It's okay isn't it, this? It's okay? Well he has one of these things himself, after all, and he's had his fair share of touching it. He wants to touch Nate. He wants to kiss him, to hold him down, to do everything he ever dreamed of doing with anyone. He wants all of it, with him. He wants everything, with him. Maybe that's what makes it so easy to whisper his next suggestion. ]

Take your hand away. [ He tells him, fingers shifting, pressure releasing as he coaxes his hand away, and instead wraps his own fingers around his cock. His hand around Nate's cock. Oh fuck he's actually doing it. ]

Try and relax... or something. [ He's not entirely sure who he's talking to. ]

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[Each second that passes feels more and more unbelievable, but nothing compares to the way Matt coaxes Nate's hand away and wraps his own around Nate's cock without anything between them.]

...Fuck- [He whispers the word, his eyes closing briefly, but forcing them open so he can look down and... shit it's actually happening. Matt's hand on his dick. Fuck. He can't think straight, let alone try to relax. Wetting his lips idly, Nate just nods.]

Yeah- yeah, keep going.

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[ Matt turns his head a little, looking at his own hand on Nate's dick. Fucking hell, his hand on someone else's dick. Is this actually happening? Is he actually jacking Nate off? This feels like one of those weird dreams you wake up from and stare at the wall in shock about.

He looks at his cock, mentally comparing it to his own, (longer than his, he thinks, his own a little thicker). He touches him in the same way that he'd touch himself. Every reaction bolsters him, and he shifts and twists his hand with relative ease. ]

You like that? [ A whisper, finding himself ridiculously turned on at having him come undone at his touch. Oh he should have tried this ages ago. His next words slip free, ones he'd usually keep to himself, hidden away and never admitted. ]

Fuck you're hot.