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[ 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.]

[ Matt shoots him a small smile before pushing himself off the bed and heading to the door. He turns down the corridor towards the room he expects is the bathroom and heads in. He cleans himself up, throwing the used condom in the bin with some old dental floss and a piece of tissue. He cleans himself up and gives his hands a good wash before noting he's got come on his chest too. He minds less than he expected to.

For a minute or so he just stares into the bathroom mirror, looking at his reflection and scarcely believing all this has happened. That he's here, that he's been kissing Nate let alone fucking him. This seems like something impossible, but here it is.

He just wishes he could be more eloquent, better with his words like Nate is. Admit things like he can. But his insides are knotted up and twisted and he simply doesn't know how.

Taking a breath he turns to go, only then noticing the second toothbrush in the pot, reminding him of Simon, reminding him what he's breaking up by doing this. He just hopes it doesn't break Nate. Bruises he can recover from, but emotions? Well he was always weaker there. Turning his attention away he heads out and back towards the bedroom, the smell of sex thick in the air. ]

Hey, didn't keep you waiting too long did I?

[Nate watches as he goes, admiring the rest of that finely toned body. Jesus, he's fit. It's nice to look at, better to touch. Nate doesn't think he would mind a little objectification, so he doesn't feel bad about doing it. As Matt slips into the bathroom, he leans his head back on his pillow and lets out a slow breath.

This...really happened. And he's staying the night. Things Nate would have never thought possible. He won't let himself think about what it could mean, what it could be. He told Matt that he had no expectations and he meant that.

Still, it's hard not to imagine. They could do this. Them. Together. Fuck it's a nice thought.

Matt's entrance breaks him from those thoughts.]

Nearly. But you can make it up to me, I think. [He smirks and shifts to make sure there's plenty of room for Matt to crawl back into bed.]

Didn't I already do that? [ he asks, brow raised as he moves down to the bed, the sheets damp and sweaty underneath him.

He settles down there, cock not entirely soft, still reeling from it all, not that his body is anywhere even close to being able to go again. Still, it feels pretty good. He glances over a bit, looking over Nate's body, eyes falling to his crotch. He finds it surprisingly interesting. Or, well, maybe not that surprising. ]

You got to be anywhere in the morning? If you've got the stuff in I could make that breakfast roll thing. [ Something that Matt used to make all the time, incredibly unhealthy of course, bacon and egg and cheese all on a baguette with too much butter. But it became a bit of a ritual. Normal, for them, their little unit. People used to joke about them being joined at the hip, such good friends that they were. ]

[The bed shifts under Matt's weight, and Nate finds his body turning slightly towards the other man as he joins him in bed. It's weird how comfortable they are like this. Naked. Well, Matt's always been comfortable naked but this is a fair bit different, isn't it? He tucks one hand under his head to keep it a little propped up, just enjoying having Matt here, close.]

Not in the morning, no. [He has lunch with Simon but that's about all for his day. He likes to give himself an open day after a showing to let his nerves settle.]

Should have everything. If not, the shop's not far. I could pop out for whatever else we need for it once we're up and around.

[ Matt rests his hand on his own stomach, rubbing a little absently over his abs as he looks towards Nate, their faces close. ]

Whatever you like [ he smiles, glad to just be here, to just have this, easy when it really shouldn't be. Not after everything has happened in the way that it has.

You give pretty amazing head, you know. It's about as close as he can get to admitting feelings, something but hardly any depth to it. He shifts slightly, looking at the ceiling before back at him. ]

You ever slept with a woman?