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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.]

Yeah.

[ Matt's smile quirks curiously (and breathlessly) as he ponders. He shifts slightly, coaxing his thigh into relaxing in David's grip. ]

Elementally. You have, [ slow sigh, ] an affinity for it.

Can you feel this?

[ Matt takes another deep, filling breath. This time, he lingers a little longer over it, following the air as it sinks into his lungs, his diaphragm. Reminding his shoulders to melt against the floor, and the line of his spine to melt with it. ]

Yeah. That.

[David sounds a little distracted, because his index finger is busy pressing against the knot of Matt's hole, twisting a little against sensitive nerve endings. But he can feel it. It's like...laying one someone's chest and feeling the rise and fall beneath your cheek. Or like floating on your back in a tranquil sea with the sun shining on your face.]

Yeah. It's nice. [Really nice. Makes him want to pay attention more often.]

[ Matt's breathing undergoes a brief, warm shudder as David's finger moves, pressing at a bundle of sensitive nerves with pinpoint accuracy. He sighs.

In his time on this planet, he's done a statistically high amount of walking guys through their first times with gay sex, and while he cherishes those experiences and wouldn't trade them for anything--it's really nice to be touched like this. As if his body is a familiar instrument. Matt breathes into David's touch, hips going that much more slack against him. Meanwhile, his hands rub absently against the thick green rug; the fur is soft and warm under his palms, his fingertips. His eyelids have started to droop. ]

[Matt's shudder, and the following sigh, send warm waves of arousal coursing through David, his limbs growing a little looser as he finds himself timing his breathing with the rise and fall of Matt's chest by pure instinct. Matt is so pliant, so yielding, that his finger presses in to the first knuckle with ease. He watches Matt's face, almost angelic in his repose, especially as that fingertip crooks inside him, repeating that same come-hither motion from before.]

I was right, [he murmurs.] You do feel incredible. [His finger slips in further, little by little, as David imagines how this velvety heat will feel around his cock.]

[ The slide of David's finger draws a stuttering sound from him, ] Ah--hh.

[ Matt needs a moment to gather himself, to fall back into steady relaxation. But when he does, he realizes David's doing something his partners almost never do--certainly they don't do it first. He's breathing with him.

The harmony of it is visible as Matt watches the rise and fall of David's chest. And it's palpable, in the cadence of his hand as his finger sinks deeper. God, it's on another level. ]

You feel good too ... [ Matt moans at the crook of David's finger inside him. Against his belly, his cock twitches. ] Your cock's gonna be so good.

[David's lips curl into a pleased smile as he draws those little reactions out of Matt's body. He feels...surprisingly connected to him, right now. Maybe because he's not thinking about it. He just. Is.

The pad of his ring finger presses in now, begging entrance alongside the first, and David groans softly.]

Mmm...tell me how much you want it?

[ The pleasurable pressure makes him moan, and his thighs tense. Matt breathes in sharply, falling back into rhythm with David. ]

Oh ...

[ His hips shift--a slight rock, encouraging David's fingers deeper. ]

Mm. I'm so hard for you. [ To emphasize the point, or possibly because saying the words has reminded him just how insistent his arousal's beginning to feel, Matt drags a hand from the rug to his belly. He wraps his fingers around his cock and pumps in a few lazy strokes. ] I want you so bad ... teasing you got me turned on and now I'm--fuck.

[ A feathering sigh. ]

Your fingers feel good. But I need your cock.

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