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[ Matt makes an answering sound, a pleased hmm that coincides with the scrape of stubble. He always loves a juxtaposition of unexpected things. Pleasure with some sting in it.

Matt's hand slides to the back of David's neck, nails grazing over the hair at his nape. He has to break their kiss to breathe, but as soon as he's grabbed some air, he goes back in for another one. His tongue nudges at David's lips, a teasing echo of what David did to him a moment before, as his hand keeps roaming--moving from the nape of David's neck to trace the shell of his ear. ]

[David is more than happy to melt into the sofa a little more as he's caught up in Matt's mouth once again. His hands take a little journey` themselves, roving along Matt's thighs and then up along his sides and back. He smells good, and he tastes good once David's lips part and he lets their tongues slide together, brief and teasing.

The fingertips on his ear, however, have David shuddering, hips shifting a little bit restlessly. In response, he lets one of his hands wander up to thread through the hair at the back of Matt's head, sifting through the dark waves there as he lazily licks his way into Matt's mouth.]

[ Matt sighs. When David's hips move, his own rock in counterpoint; not with intent, exactly, but the friction feels good. And as David's hands slide over his body, Matt shifts and arches under him, as if to get as close to his touch as he possibly can.

Kisses melt into each other, a tangle of tongues and wet warmth. After as long between breaths as he can manage, Matt breaks off with a gasp. ]

Mm. [ His forehead tips to David's. ] Hey--what do you like?

[ "In bed" being the unspoken end of the sentence. That's clear at this point though, right? ]

[Kissing Matt is really nice, David concludes, letting his teeth drag across Matt's lower lip as he pulls away. There's a dark look of want in his gaze as he pants for breath, his hands stilling for a moment as he considers Matt's question. David chews his lip to stifle a smile.]

Besides you? [He immediately rolls his eyes.] Stupid. Anyway—I usually tend to, um, top. But I'm open to anything. Happy to do whatever you're comfortable with.

[ David may call it stupid, but Matt grins immediately, charmed. At the word "top," his eyebrows arch with interest. ]

I'm comfortable with you topping me. [ This time the roll of his hips has a little intent behind it. Breathlessly, Matt adds, ] First thought, best thought.

[ Liem's done that with him when they've hooked up--say the first thing that comes to mind, no hesitation or redirects. He likes it. It's a nice way to keep his brain from trying to get too smart. ]

[That smile breaks through despite David's best efforts; his hands travel a slow and steady path up and down Matt's sides, pushing up beneath the hem of his t-shirt every now and again to feel a little more skin. Matt is beautiful, and David suspects that the insides probably match the outsides, because he gets good vibes off him.]

Great. [He ducks his head, intending to plant a row of warm, open-mouthed kisses up the line of Matt's neck, ending with his lips near one ear so he can murmur,] I bet you'll feel incredible.

[ Matt's neck is one among many of his very favorite places to be kissed. His breath catches, then releases on a heavy sigh as his head tips to bare his throat. Offer David more surface.

David's lips brush his ear, and Matt shivers. He says incredible and Matt's startled into a thready hmm. Followed by Matt trying to get this fuzzy sweater off him, which is a process that may be slightly hindered by the fact that Matt doesn't want to pull away from him even for a second. ]

I don't keep lube down here, [ he breathes to the ceiling, and after a pause adds, ] that I know of. But I don't think we wanna go through the boxes ...

[It's satisfying to hear his efforts pay off, the way he can feel Matt's voice vibrate under his mouth, the little catch of his breath. David feels the familiar warm buzz of Synchrony beginning to set in, and leans into the feeling as he helps shrug his cardigan off, leaving him in a plain white t-shirt that's somehow perfectly tailored and effortless at the same time.

He stares up at Matt's chin and snorts as he realizes what Matt is saying. They came all this way down here ill-prepared. David leans up and presses a kiss to Matt's throat.]

Well that's an obstacle. We can move, if you want, or you can find lube elsewhere and bring it back here. [He's perfectly happy either way, truth be told.]

[ The first thing Matt appreciates about David's t-shirt, after "it's less clothing," is the contrast it makes with his own. Dark and light, that must mean something. But the fit isn't lost on him.

He sighs again for the kiss to his throat, this one a bit wistful as he contemplates having to separate.

Finally, he heaves a much showier sigh and dismounts. ]

I'll be back. [ He points. ] Please don't go anywhere. [ This is playful, but with an undercurrent of earnestness that's kind of stupid because like, where would David go, Matt? And why? You just said he could fuck you. ] Any additional requests? Candles, handcuffs, glass of water?

[It takes everything in David's being not to pout when Matt climbs out of his lap. His erection is...it's very there, but he doesn't bother to hide it. Joggers were a good choice today, he thinks.]

I have no intention of going anywhere, I assure you. [He arches an eyebrow at Matt's offer of further sex accoutrements.]

Water might not be a bad idea.

[ For a moment, Matt's gaze dips very obviously to David's lap. His lips curl into a small, secretive smile, before his eyes snap up to David's face and he says pleasantly: ]

Water it is.

[ His own erection is starting to press insistently on the fly of his pants, but Matt'll ignore it for now. Order of operations is lube and hydration. His feet patter up the stairs, go quiet, then patter back down. After a detour to the kitchen, Matt returns with a wooden tray that contains two glasses, a water pitcher, and off in one corner, a bottle of lube.

... Which is sort of awkward, but people seem to not like it when he makes things levitate at random? Also, Matt doesn't have a table in here, so he has to set the tray down on the floor. ]

I did mention this was all a work in progress, right?

[Oh, this twink is dangerous. David watches Matt leave with his lips slightly parted, impressed and a little awed, at how he manages to speak volumes with one, tiny smile. It's painfully attractive.

While he waits for Matt's side quest to be completed, David takes the opportunity to pull out his phone, checking his hair and teeth in the camera. Eventually, though, he returns with a tray and David tilts his head at Matt playfully.]

You did, yes. I was just thinking that a coffee table might be a good addition. Really tie the room together.

A coffee table. [ Matt nods, impressed. ] Add some visual elements, give me some much-needed surface area ...

Though I didn't really realize how much I needed it until now.

[ Gently, Matt sets the tray onto the couch beside David, propping it so it has the greatest possible chance of remaining upright. Then he nudges David's knees apart with his calf and settles between them, sinking down to kneel on the dark green rug.

He smiles up at him, reaching for the pitcher. Though not entirely practical from the standpoint of serving drinks, it's extremely practical for Matt's purposes of serving drinks while being provocative. ]

Say when?

Give the room one additional item of furniture, too.

[David's opening his mouth to go on, but then Matt nudges his knees apart and kneels down between them and his mouth goes completely dry, instead.]

—Um.

[Oh. The water. Well, thank fuck for that, because he really needs it. He's finding himself incredibly thirsty all of a sudden.]

Mm, yes. 'When.' That's very gracious of you.

I strive to be a good host.

[ Oh boo, you whore.

Matt passes the glass up to David and pours one for himself. Hydration is genuinely important, but that's probably not why Matt takes so much of his glass in one long swallow, head tipping back to bare his throat.

When he's done, he sets his glass back on the tray. And sets his hands on David's knees, palms sliding lightly up his thighs. Lightly, and very slowly, but definitely up. ]

[Gratefully, David takes the glass and drinks, happy not to betray how creaky his voice is right now. And god, he nearly dribbles water down his front, so distracted by the sight of Matt's lovely throat swallowing down his own. He's so horny he's actually concerned he might spontaneously combust.

He sets his water back down on the tray maybe a little less dexterously than he'd like, unable to tear his eyes away from Matt's hands sliding up his thighs ever so slowly.]

I'd say you're being...very accommodating.

Mm. Good.

[ ... Look, you don't get as far into this moment as Matt has only to not lick your lips. So he does that, while his fingertips brush the furrow of David's thigh. Back and forth. ]

I was thinking, before you fuck me, I could accommodate you a little more?

[ To emphasize the point, Matt's free hand slips to David's fly. He doesn't undo anything yet, but the intent is very much there. ]

[Oh. That is just cruel. David can't stop the way his eyes follow the slip of Matt's tongue across his lips, or the way they look shiny and extra-tempting afterward. He might not actually make it out of here alive. Matt's fingertips trailing over his thighs are dangerous, too, even through the fabric of David's joggers.

And then his hand is at his waistband and he's saying more things. David realizes he's staring, and makes himself nod, eyes blinking rapidly.]

I...yes. Yes, please.

[Why waste time say lot word when few word do trick?]

[ Matt brightens, angelically.

Or possibly the opposite of angelically. The light's not the greatest in here now that the curtain's drawn, so it may be hard to say. At any rate, he wastes no time in pulling at David's waistband, coaxing sweats and underwear down his hips and thighs. Matt leans forward, pressing a kiss to the inside of David's knee. ]

[David chews his lower lip into his mouth, lifting his hips to let Matt pull his pants down. His cock bobs out, heavy and hard, a lovely shade of pink. He's average in length, but with a nice girth to him, and circumcised.

He swallows heavily, watching Matt kiss the inside of his knee, and reaches a hand halfway out as if to touch Matt's hair.]

Is it okay if I...?

Mmhmm.

[ Matt's a little distracted by the sight of David's cock, his tongue darting out over his lip again. But the odds of David doing something he won't like seem astronomically low, so he gives a quick nod along with his hum.

Matt sucks a trail of slow kisses up the inside of David's leg. His nails graze his thighs, just heavy enough to be felt. When he reaches David's cock, his lips brush the head, then his nose, and he sort of--nuzzles, getting a sense for his shape and girth. He rubs his cheek against David's erection, fingers gently holding him in place.

He flicks a glance up to him, regarding him through heavy-feeling lashes. ]

[Given the go-ahead, David lets his fingers pet over Matt's hair, threading through the flipped-out ends of his curls and settling there as Matt makes (what feels like) a torturously slow ascent from his knee to his groin; he sighs, letting his head rest back against the couch. His muscles tense and flex beneath Matt's mouth, as as he gets closer and grazes his nails over David's thighs he lets out a soft, low moan, encouraging everything he's doing right now.]

Jesus Christ—

[He watches Matt explore his cock his motions so light and gentle it nearly ends David on the spot; his hips jerk, hypersensitive to the feather-light nuzzle of Matt's check against the velvety skin of his shaft.]

You know, you're an awful tease. [His voice is definitely a little strained. Like he just ran around the block.]

People keep telling me that, [ Matt murmurs, smile lilting into a grin. ] I don't see it, personally.

[ Of course, it's hard not to tease when David's reactions are so good. Intensely gratifying. But Matt doesn't want to leave him hanging for too long. He turns his head, pressing a kiss to David's shaft, then another, making a slow trail back towards the head of his cock. Matt's tongue feathers out, stroking at the underside; then, with another glance up to David's face, Matt wraps his lips around him and starts to sink down slowly. ]

[David can hardly see Matt's point of view, not from where he's sitting, but he's in no fit state to argue. Not when he can feel those soft lips pressing along his shaft. Or the feather-light stroke of his tongue that makes David's breath catch in his throat. And especially not when he feels his mouth enveloping the head of his cock.

David's hand on Matt's hair curls just a little, a comfortable grip but not a tight one, and he lets out a low, heady moan. His mouth feels almost too good— almost like an indulgence. And David does love to indulge himself.]

[ Matt isn't sure whether David wants to come from this or wait. So for the time being, he doesn't rush. He starts to bob languidly on David's cock, hand reaching to cover where his mouth can't easily reach. His free hand curls around David's thigh.

But just because Matt's unhurried doesn't mean he's unaffected. Every noise David makes goes right to his cock, coaxing a soft answering moan from him. As his mouth moves, Matt can't help shifting forward, rubbing his hips against the couch. The friction on his trapped erection is half a relief, half frustrating, but Matt likes the idea of letting himself get worked up before David fucks him. ]

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