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[ This definitely feels pretty fucking gay.

He's doing his best not to think about that though, because the minute he lets himself wrap up too tightly in that then he knows it will cause problems. Stupid ingrained thoughts that things are wrong when everything he feels and knows is telling him the opposite. No wonder he gets so confused. No wonder he gets angry. ]

Not sure [ he manages with a laugh ] I mean yeah, just you know.

[ Watching Nate with his lips around his cock is a fucking thrill. Those soft lips of his. It makes him feel weirdly strong, in control. Maybe that's why he's always been a fan of blow jobs; control in a world that has none. ]

Can you deep throat? [ he asks, curious and lust in his eyes ]

[It isn't the most confident answer in the world, but it's better than he might have expected, all things considered. Matt's question almost makes him laugh, but he manages to keep from doing that and just smirks instead, giving a little nod.]

Yeah, if I take my time. [Not that he expects Matt to try to just ram it down his throat, but he's just figured out over the years that it's better to be clear about that. Getting the impression that Matt would like to experience that, he slowly pulls his hand back, removing his finger and getting up from the couch so that he can kneel between Matt's legs to do this properly.

His hands both run along Matt's legs, looking up at him and trying not to think about the last time he was in a position like this with Matt. This is different. This won't be something Matt's ashamed of come morning. God he hopes that's true.]

I can't promise not to kill you, though.

[ There's an odd feeling of loss when he moves his hand back. Strange, he'd expected it to be relief. He's not going to think on that too much though, not when he's got something else to focus on, and especially when the something else is a blow job.

Years ago this was something he used to tease Nate about. 'oh go on, do the washing up, I'll let you suck me off' or 'you can suck my dick if you do my shift for me today', always like it was some grand sort of prize for Nate and not him. Like he'd be doing him a favour. Well, he was gay and Matt knew he had a crush, makes sense right?

He'd been a bit of a prick.

The statement brings another laugh, and he nods his head at him. ]

Do your worst.

[Those comments? Had been annoying as fuck, but Nate let him get away with it. Because it was Matt. And know he's here, about to go down on him and there's not nearly enough alcohol between them for anyone to blame that. Matt just wants it, wants him. And Nate wants this too. His hand reaches for Matt's cock, getting a firm grip on it as he raises up on his knees to bring his mouth to the tip. Slowly, drags his tongue over the head again, this time making sure to keep his eyes on Matt's the whole time. He moves further down, running his tongue along the entire length of him, feeling the way he twitches under his tongue.]

Oh fuck that's hot.

[ Did he say that out loud? Oops. Well he can't help it when Nate's looking at him like that with his mouth around his cock. He's not sure he's ever seen anything quite so arousing. He's excited, heart racing so much he feels light-headed. He can't help but wonder just how good at this Nate is going to be. After all, he's an artist, right?

His hand reaches out to knot gently into Nate's hair, not to push him, but simply to hold as he moves his mouth against him, the feel if his tongue on his skin drawing moans almost as soon as its begun. ]

[The encouragement is nice. Nate knew Matt was pretty vocal during sex from all that time they lived together. He's heard plenty of muffled dirty talk between those thin walls, but it's different now when it's directed at him, because of things that he's doing. He gives Matt a little smirk before wrapping his lips around the head and sinking down in earnest. He goes about halfway to start, bobbing there a bit, his tongue rolling along the underside while his hand strokes the remaining length.

He keeps it slow, keeps his gaze turned up to watch for Matt's reaction, ready to change what he's doing to make it better for Matt at a moment's notice.]

[ It's maybe a testament to just how turned on Matt is, or maybe to Nate's skills, either way as soon as he's moving his mouth further down around him he's letting out an unhindered groan, fingers tightening ever so slightly into his hair. ]

You really are gonna kill me with that, Jesus Christ alive.

[Nate lets out another hum in response, not wanting to pull back up to gloat just yet. He's got to focus and concentrate on the task at hand. Or in mouth, as it were. Slowly, he lowers his mouth a bit more, until Matt's cock is resting there at the back of his tongue. He pauses there, breathing evenly through his nose, letting the both of them get used to it. His eyes close briefly as he fights against his body's natural reflexes, pulling his hand away as he sinks further, taking all of him.

He holds the position for as long as he can. He knows this is easier for some guys (girls too. they've given him plenty of tips tbh) but he's gotten better. And this time he wants to make it as good as possible, because it's for Matt. After a few moments, he pulls back with a little gasp.]

[ It's a good blow job. On any level, it's a good blow job. And that's without all the other stuff, emotional stuff, that's all wrapped around it in knots and makes everything here mean more, makes all of it more intense. Because all this means so much, a terrifying amount of so much.

It's when he takes him to the back of his throat though that Matt lets out a loud: ]

Fuck [ and a moan that seems to shake his core. His free hand grasps desperately at the old couch cushions. They've seen a lot of things, but never this. ]

Oh fucking hell yes. [ And it's good too to see the way it makes Nate breathless, to know that it was his hard cock that caused that, that he could feel the tip touching his throat. Adore it as he might, it's enough to have him grabbing at Nate's arm and pulling him in a gesture to bring him closer.

He wants to kiss him, wants to so much it feels like some sort of deep rooted visceral need ]

[Still panting lightly, Nate looks so incredibly pleased with himself for the reaction. He wants to keep going, to draw that noise out of Matt again, but he's tugging at Nate's arm. How could he ever say no to that. So he moves up, but instead of sitting on the couch, he just climbs into Matt's lap, straddling him and shifting his hips so that his hard cock will nudge against Matt's if he moves just right. That's just a nice byproduct of being this close to him, really.]

Still alive, I see. [He says with a teasing smile before he drops his voice to a lower whisper.] Next time, I want to make you finish like that. In my mouth. I want to taste you.

[He couldn't bring himself to do it the other time. He had just finished Matt with his hand and let him roll over to sleep. It just hasn't felt right. But this does. God this does.]

Fuck, well since you've asked so nicely.[ he laughs, god this is so nice, nice that they can laugh like this and it's more than just sex. It's not even really about the sex, he doesn't think. It's complicated and sort of fucking brilliant.

Shifting a little, he wraps an arm around Nate, pulling him closer in an action that has his cock pressing up against his. It gives him enough pause to look down, to see how their bodies touch one another. ]

Okay that's pretty fucking gay [ he points out, but there's a laugh with it. He really can't deny it now, can he? Looking back up, he leans in to kiss him, breathy and hot, before leaning back just enough to talk. ]

I think we should get you to bed.

[There's something nearly familiar about this, about the banter and the way they're going back and forth. But the subject is totally new. It's still them, though. Nate and Matt. It's good to know that there wasn't much that could change that. The kiss leaves him panting all the more, both of his hands resting on Matt's shoulders, looking down at him and wondering just how the hell the fate could work out to put them here.]

Yeah. Bed would be good.

[Sadly that requires moving, so he leans in to kiss him another time for good measure before he gets up and heads for his bedroom. Probably for the best, anyway. Plenty of condoms and lube hiding in his bedside table.

Jesus, they're really going to do this, aren't they?]

[ Nice arse! Matt calls after Nate as he steps away, grinning towards him, ear to ear. Really, he's always been a bum man. Probably a good thing, considering.

He wipes a hand over his face, and doesn't give himself long to stand and think about it before following after, leaving the pj bottoms on the floor in his wake. He follows into Nate's bedroom, glancing around a little, still some of the things here he recognises from home. Home, funny that, nowhere has ever really felt like it since him. He's only just recently been starting to get that feeling back.

He looks at the bed, and wonders how many times Simon shares this space with him. Does he have stuff here? A drawer, a key? It makes him bristle a bit, and a frown settles on his face before he shakes it off.

Even as they've moved from one place to another, Matt still stands proud, rock hard and not waning even a little. Shows how into it he is. ]

So. You got somewhere I can put my stuff? [ Of course that comes with a slight gesture towards his dick. Or, you know, his stuff. ]

[Nate leaves the door to the bedroom open. Not like anyone will be coming in or walking by to see them. Matt's comment makes him chuckle]

Does that work on women? Just wondering. [He grins and grabs his hand, pulling him back as he climbs into bed. He glances to the table next to them, then back at Matt.]

You can fuck me. If you want. If you're not ready for that, it's fine. But I've got... [He muffles a laugh, referencing Matt's comment earlier.] ...stuff in there.

[ he laughs in response, and moves easily with him, climbing onto his bed on his knees ]. What, you want to know what I whisper into their ears to make them go weak at the knees? Maybe you want me to whisper it into yours.

[ His hand reaches out and slides against Nate's thigh, shifting down onto the bed, just looking over him.

Well I didn't come here for a nap, did I? But he still appreciates his reassurance, makes it easier for him to know that he's not backed into a corner. He never does well with that. At least with fucking he's... well he pretty much knows what he's doing there, even if things are in a slightly different place. He turns and leans over him, reaching for the drawer and pulling it open. Okay there's more in there than he expected, and he reaches for a little blue shiny packet, pulling it out. ]

You wanna help me out with this?

[Nate lets him dig around for a condom, smiling a bit when he asks for help. Tearing it open, he removes it and carefully rolls it onto Matt's cock. He holds his gaze the whole time, giving the shaft a small squeeze once he's done.]

How's that? [He says, shifting forward to kiss him before he can bother to answer. Breaking away, he gestures back to the open drawer.] Lube is in there too. Much as I love you, if you try anything without it, we'll be having words.

[He's not afraid of that word. Love. He means it. He's felt it for a long time. But also yes. Prepation and lubrication are important, Matthew]

[ He watches him roll the condom on, a slight approving murmur as his fingers make light work of it. He's clearly done that a lot. It's so nice to kiss him. Matt is of the opinion that kissing is pretty much always a great thing to do, but with Nate? Well it's just extra special. Funny, that.

He almost thinks he's misheard him when he talks, dropping the L bomb like it's nothing. It makes him feel almost jealous that he can speak like that so easily. He wishes that he could, because he'd say it, he knows he'd say it. But it's taken him years to even admit it, and things don't come quite so easily to him.

There's another small laugh, and he lifts a hand and gives a small playful salute ]. Yes, Sir.[ He reaches over again, back to the drawer and pulling out a small squeezy tube. ]

Mint. Really? [ he squeezes a healthy amount into his hand, the gel cold as he starts to slather it over his cock, a breathy moan as he strokes himself a couple of times before he turns to Nate with a raised brow and a smirk. ]

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Shut up. I like the way it tingles. [A sensation Matt no doubt could feel on his fingertips by now. Nate wonders idly if this is actually happening. Well, of course it is. Matt's right here and ready to go, but... It's still so odd.]

How do you want me? [Well, fuck that felt good to say.]

Do you now? [ he smirks, and oh yes, that's quite a nice sensation, actually. Not bad at all.

It would probably be easier for a whole bunch of reasons to just bend Nate over and fuck him like that, to take him from behind, and not have to deal face on with a cock in front of him and that reminder that this not his comfort zone. But no, he doesn't want that. He wants to see him, he wants to be able to look at him while he fucks him, to look into his eyes, to kiss him. It's almost a romantic sort of notion, really. ]

On your back [ he tells him, before following up with ] Yeah? [ Because he's the one experienced in this. ]

[He lets out a shaky sort of breath at Matt's choice, part relief and part intense arousal. It's how he prefers these things, when there's feelings involved at least. Sometimes it's great to just be fucked from behind, sure. But for this? With him?]

Yeah. [He agrees, moving to the center of his bed and laying down, legs spread with knees bent. He reached for his cock to stroke it lightly, biting at his bottom lip as he looked up at Matt.]

I need you. Please.

[ Matt doesn't move at all for a minute, because he gets stuck just sort of looking at him. Him lying there, cock in hand and legs open waiting for him to come along and fuck him. Talk about gift wrapped.

With a deep breath out, he moves forward, shifting on the bed between his legs. One hand reaches out and slides along Nate's leg, hooking under his knee to lift it, resting his calf over his shoulder, and then following suit with the other. Another shift, and he moves down a little more, trying to get in the best position, his hand around his own cock to guide it towards him. He does everything very carefully, cautiously, as he finds where he needs to be.

At first, he applies just a little pressure, looking to Nate as if for approval ]. Like this? [ His hand on his cock slides a little of the lube, shifting a little so he can transfer it to Nate's body, trying to do his best to make this as comfortable and easy as possible as he presses the head of his cock against him. ]

[The build up of all of this has been so intense. Just that slight pressure from Matt has Nate arching a little, letting out a soft moan. He nods. Yes, like that.]

Keep going. [He urges, his hand falling away from his cock so that both of his hands can grab fistfuls of bedding.] Christ, please keep going.

[ Slowly, slowly, he can feel his body accepting him, opening up around his cock and gripping tight as he continues to press inside, the head in first and then a little more, a little more, until he stalls for a moment. Right there, he gasps for breath, looking down at him for any indication that he might want him to stop.

He takes a steady breath to keep himself together, and then in one easy move he presses himself forward, leaning down to kiss him. The action has him pressing Nate's knees higher to his chest, and as his lips meet his, their bodies move in such a way that he buries himself inside him up to the hilt. His breath comes in a gasp against Nate's lips, feeling him impossibly tight around him, it's a dizzy feeling. ]

Jesus Christ that's good. Is that good? [ his voice hitched, hoping to god this feels as good to Nate as it does for him. ]

How'd you like it? [ he adds, wanting to know how he should proceed ]

[Nate's a pro at this by now. He hasn't had as many partners as Matt, of course, but he's had his fair share of boyfriends. He knows how to relax, how to accept the intrusion. It only hurts for a moment, just a little stretch and then he's in. He gasps, gripping at the bedsheets, twisting them a little as he waits for Matt to keep going. Thankfully, Matt only pauses for a moment before he continue to move.]

Fuck, Matt. [He gasps as they kiss, hungry and eager for more.] Yeah, it's good. So fucking good.

[Matt's one of the biggest he's had, and god he's enjoying this.]

Slow for now. I just- fuck your cock is bigger than I realized. Just... just start moving, yeah?

You like my cock, do you? [ his voice is thick and heated, words coming out like a reflex reaction, always been one to talk at times like this. Not that he's ever had a time quite like this.

His hips draw back slowly, withdrawing just a little bit before pushing back in, as if he's getting used to the movement in such a tight environment. ]

You like that, yeah? Like it fucking you? [ He builds a little pace, just gently, as his body seems to accept the movements a little easier, the lube definitely helping, making the whole thing a little more fluid. And fuck it feels good, the moans that slip from his lips a testament to just how good. ]