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[ 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. ]

Yeah. [Nate pants in response, reaching a hand up to cup one side of Matt's face, drawing him in for a kiss.] Yeah, I like it. Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Go on.

[He's not quite as vocal as Matt, but somehow this feels natural. He feels comfortable enough to say what he's thinking, what he's feeling.]

Jesus... [He shudders and moans as Matt seems to press deeper still.] Keep going. Just-- just keep going.

[ Him responding like that just pushes him on further, and as the motion seems to grow a little easier, he moves more fluidly, pulling back further, more of him leaving his body until he can push back in with a bit more purpose, a touch deeper, a touch harder, but nothing too much.

Still, well and truly fucking though. ]

Oh fuck yes. Fuck [ he cries out with a rich moan, loud, echoing. And then there's a near laugh which wow- that feels fucking fantastic while inside him like that. ]

Can't believe-- I'm actually-- fucking you-- [ he leans over again, bending Nate further back in a way that changes the angle a little as he kisses him, more heat and breath than anything. Holding a moment before he leans back a little, turning his head his lips pressing openly to Nate's calf. ]

[Each shift makes Nate cry out in pleasure, each thrust back inside. God, he would be alright if they just never stopped doing this. He's always known Matt was good in bed- heard plenty from the women he brought over to sort that out- but this is something else.

As Matt moves to lean back, Nate notices just how hard he is, harder than before- even if he doubted that would even be possible. There's precome on Matt's stomach from being pressed together as they were. Shit that's attractive, isn't it? Nate moans again, his hips moving to meet Matt's thrusts as best he can.]

Little harder. [He urges, more comfortable with the size now, able to handle a bit more.]

Fuck your ass is so fucking tight [ he's never had sex that felt quite so intense. He can barely think straight, and his vision seems a little blurred when he tries to focus. ]

Yeah you like that don't you. You make me so fucking hard. You feel how fucking hard I am? [ Ever the vocal one. But he does exactly as asked, no problems with that request whatsoever. He starts to thrust with a little more purpose now, not too hard but more pressure. Oh he should have done this years ago. ]

[As Matt starts to move with more purpose, Nate lets out a louder moan, body practically writhing from how god damn good it feels.]

God yeah. So fucking good, Matt. [One of his hands moves to his torso, reaching down to wrap around his own cock, needing that contact, needing a little relief from that pressure. Plus Matt liked watching before so he might like it now.]

[ It's crazy to think of those times he's heard Nate having sex through the thin walls of their flat. To think what he'd been doing, even though he'd always said he didn't give a shit. Well he gives a shit now. He wants to make him make every one of those noises he'd heard before, the ones that made his cock twitch in a way he didn't want to admit the deeper meaning to. ]

Yeah that's it, rub that nice cock of yours while I fuck you good [ It's funny how easy those words come. He's used to asking a woman to touch herself, but this is hardly the same.

There's another shift, as he brings his hand into the space behind Nate's knee, holding both legs in the same way before pushing his knees back, to his shoulders. It affords him greater leverage, and so much so he can start moving a little harder still, a little quicker. He cries out again, louder, approving moans leaving his lips. ]

[Nate's never been with someone as vocal as Matt, that likes to talk throughout. He likes it. A lot, actually. More than he would have guessed. But maybe it's less the talk and more that it's Matt and that sexy rough tone he can take when he's this turned on. There's a reason Nate went after a lot of Irish blokes (Simon included). He just had a thing for it. A thing for Matt.

His stroking falters as Matt shifts their position, changes the angle, and--]

Oh fuck... [He cries out a little louder as Matt begins to move so perfectly. He lets out little noises of encouragement, calling out his name and swearing all mixed together.]

[ Oh God that's good to hear him like that, making all those noises, whispers under his breath. And saying his name? Fuck it sounds good to hear him say his name and know that all of it, every reaction is because of the way that he's fucking him. It makes him start moving faster, harder, not questioning it just lost in a moment. His body glistens with sweat from the exertion, and every breath is heaving and rich. ]

Fuck, I'm going to come.

Oh fuck, yeah- come for me, Matt. Come in me. [Nate focuses on stroking himself again, pumping his fist in time with Matt's trusts. It causes him to call out, higher pitched, sharper. He's close. Maybe not as close as Matt, but really fucking close.]

Oh yeah. Yeah-- Oh fuck. [ His words grow tighter, more strained, while at the same time the thrusts of his hips grow a little more erratic until he buckles, falling forward a little, his hand gripping tight against the underside of Nate's thigh as he tips over the edge in an orgasm that's so intense it seems to take over his entire body. The noises he makes are loud and unhindered, as he shifts a couple more times, riding it out. ]

[Nate's had some really good sexual experiences, but watch Matt reach orgasm while thrusting into him? Definitely takes the number one spot in a hurry. His hand slows it's stroking as Matt rides out his orgasm, still not quite there, but not wanting to take away from letting Matt enjoy every moment of that peak. He gives him a smile, still lightly stroking his cock.]

You want to give me a hand here? [He's sure it will take a matter of seconds to come if it's Matt's hand on him, especially if he stays buried in him, still half hard.]

[ He can barely register it at first, still riding everything out and trying to get the world to stop swimming. Fuck this feels good, all of this feels good. It feels like it's what he should be doing, so how can it be scary? Oh it still is, of course, but that voice quietens in the face of everything else.

With heavy breath he looks down to him, his hard cock in his hand and there's a laugh that's rich and warm. He reaches down, swapping Nate's hand for his own. He finds himself still a little hard, inside him as he is, and so he pushes himself against him, an act that makes him cry out with how sensitive he feels. But he wants to be inside him when he comes, to see how that feels.

Watching him, he starts pumping his cock, twisting his hand back and forth just how he likes himself. ]

You gonna come for me, Nate?