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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.

[Their breathing becomes a little more staccato now, but that's good, too. It gets David's blood pumping a bit faster, his movements becoming a little less patient as he fucks Matt with two fingers.

His mouth goes a bit dry, watching Matt's fingers curl around his cock and stroke himself. He wants to touch him there, too, wants to do an awful lot of things to Matt's pretty cock, but he makes himself wait. He has a job to do right now.]

Yeah? Serves you right. [David's voice is just a touch breathy, his arousal seeping into his voice. His dick twitches between his legs, hearing Matt say he needs his cock.]

Hhh. [A hissed-out breath.] Soon enough. Think you can take one more finger first?

[ Matt can't help laughing at serves you right, though the sound quickly slides into a groan. Half for the shift in tempo, half in vexation that David wants to make him wait. Half out of greedy, competitive craving for that third finger.

That's three halves, but Matt has no space in his head for math right now. He squeezes his erection as David's fingers thrust--whines--and swallows it down, forcing his hand to still. ]

I can. Yeah.

[ He sucks in another breath, trying to even himself out. ]

That's great.

[David's tone is almost gleeful, one hand rubbing over Matt's hip as his fingers fuck in and out of him steadily. Not long after, his ring finger enters the chat, pressing in where Matt is already stretched out tight around him. His cock is aching between his legs, but soon enough.

David coaxes Matt through it with a few soft murmurs, You're doing great, yes, you look fucking amazing, because as incredible as this is...he wants him to know it.

[ Matt suspects that David's enjoying watching him struggle, but after all the teasing he can hardly begrudge him. Besides, David tempers his schadenfreude with encouragement, so on balance it's fine. Better than fine. On balance it's-- ]

Oh.

[ Matt can't help that first, gut-punched groan as a third finger presses into him, the thickness inside him swelling. He makes himself relax, counting as he breathes again--envisioning the flow of air traveling along his limbs and bringing ease with it. Even before David starts to stroke him, there's pleasure in this: feeling his muscles tense and give in. It's erotic, this yielding.

It doesn't hurt that David's saying something about how amazing he looks. Matt loves praise, and of course he likes knowing that his partners are attracted to him, but he doesn't get told he's hot in bed all that often. Or maybe he does, and he's an insatiable compliment monster. Or maybe it's hard to remember anything that happened more than ten minutes ago. Either way, he moans, lashes fluttering as David's fingers work. ]

Mmm. [David hums triumphantly, unable to tear his eyes away from where Matt is stretched out tight over his three fingers.] You did it. I'm so impressed.

[His fingers are on the thicker side, after all, stroking slowly in and out, occasionally crooking slightly to press against his walls. Getting Matt nice and warmed up for what he really wants. Not long after, he pulls back out, slow and steady, and then shifts a little bit forward so that he can take himself in hand and press the tip of his cock against Matt's rim.]

Ready for me?

[ Matt's mouth has fallen open, while his eyes have fallen closed. It's all he can do to breathe and relax, breathe and relax, thighs spread wide in a messy sprawl. His hips rock onto David's fingers, a slow grind.

(His hands are back on the floor now, pressed fitfully to the rug. Best not to tempt fate.)

David says ready, and his cock nudges against him, and Matt's eyes snap open. He narrowly avoids pleading and swearing, but can't bite back a noise that sounds a lot like a whimper. ]

Very ready ...

[It's incredibly gratifying to see Matt's body go so completely slack for him, save for the slow, delicious grinding of his hips. David smiles to himself, licking his lips as Matt lets out a strangled whimper.]

Thought so.

[He very nearly makes him beg. It would be very fun, in David's opinion. But he also is stupid-horny and doesn't want to wait, either, so Matt is spared a tragic fate as David begins to press into him, feeding his cock slowly in with a filthy groan from his chest.]

[ Save that battle of wills for another day, perhaps. In the moment, the thick push of David's cock and the sound of his groan both harmonize, shooting up Matt's spine like wildfire. He groans back. His hands fist into the rug, nails scrabbling helplessly.

It felt satisfying to take David's fingers after a moment of initial resistance. But taking David's cock feels incredible. The near-ache, the strain, followed by slickness and heat--his body's protective urges succumbing to the feeling of fullness.

Breathe. Breathe, breathe. The reminder seems to come from outside himself. All the air in the room feels borrowed from David; when Matt breathes, it feels like David's sliding into his mouth, filling him from every angle. Matt moans, long and low. ]

[Halfway seated inside of Matt, David has to pause, lowering his forehead to Matt's chest to collect himself, because Matt feels every bit as good as he'd hoped and then some and it's nearly overwhelming. He mouths up over his sternum, pressing open-mouthed kisses up to his throat, drinking in those moans, his chest rising and falling in time with Matt's breathing.]

Oh, god, [He moans, pleasure soaking into his spine as he seats himself fully into Matt with shallow rocks of his hips. His hand finds Matt's on the rug and laces their fingers together, stretching their arms above Matt's head to give him a little leverage. His other arm curls up beneath Matt's shoulder for support.]

[ Matt's moans stutter in his throat at David's kisses to his chest and neck. As he sinks deeper, burying himself to the hilt. David takes his hand, raising it over Matt's head, and Matt's spine arches to follow the stretch; he sighs, rapt and helpless, as his aching erection is pressed between their bodies.

It feels like it takes him literal minutes to speak, though it's surely only a few seconds. ]

Good ...

That's good. [ His eyes have fallen closed again. Matt's heart is hammering wildly; for a moment, he forgets how to breathe, and it's only feeling David do it that puts him back on track. ] That's good, you can move.

[Matt makes such a pretty picture, stretched out beneath David sighing and moaning; it makes David wish he had a photographic memory. He nods into Matt's neck, answering in a restrained murmur,] Okay. Yeah...

[He draws a deep breath, holds it for a moment, and exhales. Trying to ground himself. He doesn't know Matt well, but right now all he can think is to try and give him the best time he can.

And then he begins to draw back, and his eyes nearly roll back in his head from how good it feels, the slick drag of Matt's hole around him. David shudders, exhaling warm breath against Matt's shoulder, and then falls forward, setting a steady pace.]

[ Matt hasn't made up his mind whether synchrony makes sex better. He thinks it can. But compared to the encompassing swell of his own inborn abilities, that strange celestial radio that thins the veil between bodies, attuning him to exactly what his partner feels and is, and vice versa--

Synchrony's just not the same.

It's still good, though. And sometimes, like now, Matt suspects it's working along similar lines--giving his partner secret information from the depths of his body. Because like, either David's being guided by the connection between them to find the exactly-right pace and angle to drive Matt out of his mind, or he's just phenomenal at sex. Either way, Matt wins.

Matt shudders under him, one leg wrapping around David's waist. He feels like he hasn't stopped moaning since David started fucking him. At one particularly good thrust, Matt realizes their breath is matched up again, and whines with the knowledge. ]

God you feel so good--

[ He turns to kiss whatever's in reach--temple, lips, top of his head, he doesn't care. The contact is what matters. ]

Edited 2021-11-20 20:36 (UTC)

[David's extremely gratified by how responsive Matt is being, the way his leg wraps around his waist to keep him close; his strokes remain long and languid, but he lets his hips piston forward with a little more strength now. that whine is music to his ears, too; he huffs softly into Matt's neck as he feels lips brush against his temple.]

You, too. [His voice is definitely strained, dropping to a low, warm simmer now.] So tight around my cock, haah—

[ The firmer thrusts pull low, eager groans from Matt, his leg squeezing briefly around David's waist. He makes a thready noise for tight around my cock, everything in him giving a warm flutter: his heart in his chest, his stomach muscles, his ass around David's erection.

He's stopped trying to control his breathing, but he thinks his body is following David of its own accord--drinking him up as David fills him to the brim. It's all too good. He shifts under him, writhing to meet his thrusts where he can, one hand still pinioned over his head. The other scrubs up David's back, urging him on. ]

[Matt's so lovely and warm, he smells so nice and he feels so fucking good squirming beneath David's weight that it's nearly overwhelming for a moment; David's composure breaks as a shudders goes through him, his rhythm stuttering. He swallows heavily, curses on a moan, and then recovers. Matt's urging him on and that tells David that he's on the right track, so he redoubles his efforts.

The hand pinning Matt's to the rug relinquishes its grip, his thumb rubbing a soothing circle over his wrist before he reaches between them to pay attention to Matt's cock instead. His fingers wrap around him in a firm grip, thumb pushing up beneath the head on the upstroke. David's stamina has held up well up to this point, but he can feel his climax building and he wants to drag Matt down with him when he goes.]

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