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[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. ]

[Matt's languid pace does not go unappreciated; David tips his head back and inhales deeply, the oxygen in his lungs buoying the sweet curl of pleasure in his nerves. His fingers tighten momentarily in Matt's hair, encouraging him with an impulsive roll of his hips. Forgetting, just for a moment, his manners.]

Sorry, fuck, that's good.

[There's something about being buzzed in the early afternoon that's making it extra-good, he's pretty sure.]

[ The thrust takes Matt by surprise. Not in a bad way, but it does throw him off momentarily. He swallows hard around David's cock, eyes watering, and pulls off to grab a breath. ]

Ah--

Mm, 'sokay.

[ He kisses back up the inside of David's thigh. And while he's here, he reaches between David's legs to cup his balls, his tongue darting out after to trace along soft skin. ]

[This is good; this gives him a chance to catch his breath, a little. Especially because the way Matt's throat works around him feels way too good. He settles a little more into the sofa, a pleasant shudder going through him as Matt starts to pay his balls some attention. David has always prided himself on his personal grooming, so even though he's a hairy guy, it's all neatly trimmed and pruned. Especially since a lot more people are seeing his body lately.

He inhales sharply as Matt's tongue darts out to follow the path of his hand, a breathy sound coming from his mouth:]

Ah, shit. Yeah.

[ Every reaction of David's, each little sound he makes, sets off its own hot thrill. Matt hums, low and pleased. He pulls back to kiss and tongue at David's shaft, but keeps stroking his balls with the pads of his fingers. Leisurely touches, indulging his curiosity for David's body.

He's decided to keep teasing, evidently. There's no particular rhythm to anything he's doing now: just gentle touch, soft kisses, the curl of his tongue. His own erection is getting harder to ignore, but Matt has a lot of practice being patient. When he finally lets his lips close over David's cock again, he moves in shallow bobs. ]

[As worked-up as David is becoming, it's not long before he's squirming his hip, his breath coming out in noisy pants and sighs. Matt seems determined to take his time, which on one hand is fun and sexy but on the other makes David feel like he's going to have a stroke. He murmurs occasional words of praise or encouragement, not to mention a frustrated groan or two.

It's a small relief when Matt's mouth finally closes over his cockhead, to say the least. David shudders and sighs, his hands relegated to his sides where his fingers curl and grasp at the edge of the cushion. The leather is buttery-soft and feels gorgeous under his fingers, but not nearly as gorgeous as Matt looks bobbing over his head.]

God, you're sexy, [David sighs, grinning breathlessly down at him.]

You too, [ Matt says, except his mouth is wrapped around David's erection so the words come out mostly as vibrations. With his free hand, he squeezes David's thigh.

There are nice things about taking one's time, of course. Not feeling bound to a cadence. Matt slides as far down David's cock as he can comfortably go, then just a bit farther, before pulling back to curl his tongue lazily around the crown of his erection. That's fun, frankly. Matt sinks down again, holding David in his mouth. And he swallows, keeping his lips wrapped tight. ]

[David laughs, his hand carding through Matt's hair again as he watches his lips slide steadily downward, a pleasant shiver going through him as he presses just a shade further. He draws a shaky breath, his nerves suddenly frazzled by the combination of hot breath and wet tongue.]

Hhh, god. If you keep going like that—

[He's not speaking with any particular conviction, because Matt's swallowing him down again, lips wrapped tight around his girth, and swallowing. And David makes a sound like a verbalized keysmash as he hauls back hard on his own reins, way too close to coming.]

Hhhhvvnngh— I, um–need a second.

[ Matt sits back at that, lips pulling off David's erection with a soft, wet pop. To say he looks triumphant or even smug would be an overstatement, but he's undeniably a little bit pleased with himself. ]

Yeah, [ he breathes. When Matt looks up at David, it's clear he's been enjoying himself in more ways than one: his lips are wet, cheeks flushed, eyes hazy and warm. His cock is making a noticeable tent in his pants. ] Do you want me to get you off like this? Or ...

I'm gonna want a lot of lube.

[David's breathing as shaky as he drags himself back from the edge, and he makes himself focus on Matt's face, his soft shiny lips and the look in his eyes that reminds David of hazy afternoons by the seaside.]

I do. God, I really do. But I want to fuck you more.

[ Matt grins. ]

Okay.

[ He swipes the lube off the tray that holds their glasses and sits back on the deep green rug. Setting the bottle down beside him, Matt pulls off his t-shirt and starts to undo his pants. The move reveals a slender torso, marked by a pair of tattoos: an emerald lotus over his heart and a half-monkey, half-man figure curling around his right hip. (There's a third tattoo, but it's over his left shoulder, so David may not catch a glimpse until later.)

As his pants and underwear come down, Matt heaves a groan of relief. ]

That's better ...

[ His cock springs free, rosy and hard below a thatch of dark hair. Matt holds up the bottle of lube, letting it dangle ... enticingly ...? Between his fingertips. ]

You wanna do the honors, or shall I?

[While he watches the lovely show that is Matt undressing, David quickly and neatly removes the five silver rings from his right hand, setting them next to his water glass, and then strips off his t-shirt and kicks his pants and underwear off the rest of the way. Next goes his boots, all of which he kicks toward the end of the couch, out of the way. He takes a long moment to let his dark eyes roam over Matt's body, the tattoos and pale skin and bony hips and his nice dick, too, and then reaches out with a grin to snatch up that bottle.]

Please, like I'd pass up the opportunity. [David slides down to kneel on the rug between Matt's ankles, his hands running slowly from ankle to knee on either side of him. All the warning Matt gets is a smirk before David's yanking both ankles toward him, tugging Matt halfway into his lap. He rolls the bottle between both hands, trying to warm it at least a little bit. Softly, he comments:]

I like your tattoos. They suit you.

[ Matt's chuckle fades to a hum as David's hands slide up his bare legs. His thighs part gently for him--

Until David gives that abrupt tug, and Matt's breath catches on a gasp.

He's easy to move, to pull and reposition: Apart from his willowy build, there's a yielding quality to Matt's limbs. An agreeable pliancy. Matt ends up much closer to David, his legs spread significantly wider than a few moments ago and his arms braced behind him on the rug. He laughs, a little breathless. ]

Thank you. [ He smiles, making eye contact. ] They're important to me.

[ For the moment, he doesn't elaborate. Instead, he takes a deep, even breath, on a steady count he knows by heart. Holds it a few counts more before releasing. Matt invites the air, the energy, to flow into his limbs and bring ease. He may have had fun teasing David, but now he wants to relax for him. Open up. ]

That's good. I don't have any tattoos, [David goes on, squeezing a small puddle of lube into his palm and setting the bottle aside. He rubs it between his palms, warming it further,] But my sister does. On her lower back.

[He never looks happier or more radiant than when he's spilling dirt on someone he loves.] It says 'That's hot' in Cantonese.

[Properly slicked, David runs one hand up in the inside of Matt's thigh, his thumb hooking under his ball sack and giving it a gentle squeeze. His thumb flirts briefly up the underside of his shaft before dropping away, replaced with two slick fingers stroking across his perineum in gentle come-hither motions.

He's not quite sure how he knows, but there's something in the air, a shift in...energy? Magic is still very new to him, and after two months he is only just starting to relax enough to be perceptive of it. David's fingers dip lower, teasing around his rim, and he cocks his head down at Matt's gorgeous sprawl across the rug.]

Are you...doing something magic?

[ There are some people, arguably even a lot of people, who would think this is a weird time to hear about someone related to you by blood. Matt is not one of them. It flickers through his mind that there but for the grace of Kali goes he--luckily, by the time he got his first tattoo, he was several years and many, many reference books into esotericism--but all he does is chuckle softly, a small sigh escaping as David starts touching him with slick fingers.

He does his best to breathe and relax, breathe and relax. David's fingers move, and Matt subsides onto the rug, its soft shag caressing his back. From this position, it's a little easier to keep track of what his muscles are doing.

At the question, his eyes widen slightly. ]

Kind of.

[ He smiles, a little tremor running through his lips for the touch so close by his entrance. ]

Most people don't notice ... it's a breathing exercise. [ Matt does it again: Steady count in, hold, steady out. Letting his shoulders sink down into the floor, and his hips sink towards David. ] Breath is life ... and life is just a way of saying energy.

[With Matt's ass propped up on his knees, David has easy access to all the best parts of him, and he takes full advantage of that, one hand curling under Matt's left thigh to keep him spread wide. His fingers run in slow, measured circles around his entrance, his gaze settled firmly on Matt's face while he speaks.]

That makes sense. [Sounds sort of Tantric.] It makes sense that I can...I don't know, feel it. Amethysts are supposed to be all about air, right?

[He's very slowly allowing himself to be open to the possibility of him, a regular human from a regular place, doing magic. Maybe this is just the first step. Noticing it. Feeling it.]

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