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[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?

[The moment Matt's hand wraps around him, he can feel the end coming. His breath escapes him in hard pants, moans slipping from his lips.]

Fuck, Matt. Yeah...yeah, I want to come for you. Fuck, just like that. [His hips lift a little, voice strained as Matt's hand strokes over his length.]

Don't stop- I'm gonna... Oh fuck, Matt, yes!

[He comes with a shout, something more intense than he's ever felt. It rolls over him in waves, and well...he's likely made a bit of a mess.

But really it's not his fault.]

[ Feeling Nate come is seriously intense. The way his muscles squeeze around his own cock are enough to almost have him coming again. And that noise? Fuck that's good. Knowing he's causing it? Knowing he's putty in his hands? Fuck, they should have done this years ago.

As he comes, Matt continues for a moment, not wanting to finish too soon. Letting go only when he's sure. It's about then of course that he really pays attention to his hand and the fact it's covered in the results of his own efforts. ]

You got cum on me you prick [ he taunts, but he's laughing, teasing, even though he does wipe the back of his hand against Nate's leg.

He shifts then, withdrawing from him with a slight gasp, letting his legs relax before shifting and flopping fairly dramatically to the bed next to Nate, staring up at the ceiling. ]

Well fuck me [ he laughs ]

[Nate, lost in a euphoric haze doesn't have a comeback at the ready for Matt's comment about getting come on him. He lets out another shaky moan as Matt withdraws and lets his legs fall flat to the mattress with a long, contented sigh.]

Give me a couple hours and I'll think about it. [He murmurs with a quiet laugh as he turns to his side, facing Matt. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to his shoulder.]

How was it?

[ That comment earns a laugh and a gentle shove in his direction. ]

Like fuck you will. [ He smirks. Maybe eventually, but his instinct reaction is a world of no. After all, that'd be gay. The fact he's just fucked another bloke and still has the evidence going sticky on his hand? Well, that's just a minor detail.

He looks up at the ceiling, still trying to catch his breath and make the world stop spinning. ]

What, do you want marks? [ another laugh, joking for confidence because the real question has a lot deeper meaning. He breathes out and nods, turning his head towards him. ]

Yeah. Yeah pretty fucking great, actually.

[There it is. He's not too surprised by Matt's reaction, and honestly? If he was never interested in it, Nate wouldn't be too upset. But it's good to have it to tease him about. God, it's good to be able to tease him about it at all.

There's a warm, tingling sensation as Matt says it was good. He had assumed, of course, but it was nice to be certain of it, wasn't it?]

You're not so bad yourself. Haven't come like that since I was a teenager.

And just think, that was my first time. [ There's a teasing in it, that he hasn't been with a bloke before so it's a brand new learning curve, that he can still be pretty damn good even despite that. But more than that, it's something else, like a silent promise that there will be a second time, and a third. He's not going to freak out and run off. Or at least he's going to do his very best not to. ]

Live up to expectations? [ he asks, and it could be smug, knowing how many years Nate has wanted to fuck him, but if he admits it, if he digs deep he knows that Nate isn't the only one who wanted it. So it isn't said with a grin, rather a genuine question, with a touch of almost vulnerability to it. What if he changes his mind, he'd have every right to. Nate has a boyfriend that loves him, he can understand the pull of something settled. ]

[He can see the change, the way even his teasing is giving opportunity for more of this, to look towards a future of...whatever this is. It's mad, absolutely mad. But he wants it. All of it, as fucked up as he knows it will be.]

My fantasies couldn't touch the real thing. [He says, completely serious.] Will you stay? Tonight, I mean.

[ How is it he manages to do that? To say something that's completely fucking overwhelming in a breath that seems so easy. It's almost enough to have him choked up, and it silences him for a moment, just looking at him. How could he have ever hurt him like he did? A pang of guilt spikes again, he doubts it'll ever stop. ]

You sure? [ he asks, as though he'd be intruding if he did. But he wants to, he really does. He wonders if that shows, and he doubts it does. He hates that he doesn't know how to make that clear. Does Nate even really realise how he feels about all of this? About him? ]

Just let me go clean up, yeah? [ Nice as lying there is, chilling out still wearing a used condom and a hand covered in come isn't his ideal. ]

[Nate pushes himself up onto his elbow and leans over to press a soft kiss to Matt's lips.]

Never been more sure, actually. [He doesn't really know how Matt feels, and even if he suspected, he would think he was making it up. Matt cares about him, but anything more? He just doesn't know how possible that is. Not for a long while yet. Smiling down at him, he realizes that it doesn't really matter to him if Matt could ever talk about it, clear up how he does or doesn't feel. This is enough for him. Having him back in his life at all would be plenty. This is something more than just that, so he's feeling over the moon lucky about it.]

Go on. But hurry back. [He kisses him briefly again before falling onto his back and stretching out a little.]