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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.]

[ When David's thumb rubs just under the head of his cock, all that slick and just-right pressure where he's been aching for attention, Matt yelps. His nails dig into David's back, leg tensing around his waist. His back bows and his hips buck like he's been shocked. ]

Fuck, oh my God-- [ In a rush: ohmygod. ] Fuck, David.

[ Matt's eyes feel like they're rolling back in his head; when he opens his mouth to speak again, he's a little surprised it comes out in English and not some long-dead language. He urges David close to him every way he can: hands at his back and shoulder, leg scrabbling to pull him closer. ]

Don't stop, don't stop, I'm gonna come.

[The irresistible way Matt urges him on, says his name and clings to him has David's blood pounding in his veins, adrenaline carrying him now as the sound of their bodies meeting fills the room.]

Yeah, c'mon, [he murmurs, encouraging Matt between hot, open-mouthed kisses into his neck and collarbone. His own need is growing more urgent by the moment, but he tries to focus on his rhythm, grunts of exertion pulled out of him each time their hips meet.]

Where do you want me to..?

Inside, [ a hasty reply, ] please, just--

[ Matt's hanging on by a thread, waiting for David. He'll think on it fondly, even ecstatically, a few moments from now: how hovering on the brink like this makes orgasm feel incredible. In the moment, it's unbearable. How has any person, in all of history, managed to hold off at a time like this? ]

Okay, okay—!

[David's breaths come out in sharp pants, lightning glancing through his veins as the promise of climax pulls a renewed surge of energy out of him. He pours all his focus into fucking Matt into the floor, one hand bracing him open just below the knee as he sits up to improve his leverage.

He's close, and Matt is too, so his hand grips properly around Matt's cock and strokes him off urgently. He flings himself over the edge, intent on dragging Matt with him, burying himself to the hilt and letting his vision go black as he draws up tight and then releases, painting Matt's insides as a strangled cry rips from his chest:]

—god!

[ Between David's hand jerking his cock, David's thrusts, and David's jagged breaths, Matt can't tell what makes him come, which tendril of sensation finally overwhelms him. Maybe it takes all those things working in concert, and more. Matt's head drops back, mercifully knocking against soft shag rug, and he cries out as he spills between their bodies.

For a long moment, he lies there panting. Then he begins to take stock: David on top of him, cock still in him, stickiness and rapidly cooling heat from their orgasms. Sweat slicking their skin.

Matt's eyes open. At first they're unfocused; then, hazy with satisfaction, they lock in on David's face. And he smiles. ]

Fuck.

[The taut column of David's back soon bows, bending him over Matt's prone form like a willow as he leans down to press a kiss over the tattoo across his shoulder. His breath is a warm pant against Matt's skin; one shaky hand pushes the hair out of his face as he wrenches his eyes open and stares open-mouthed down at Matt.

God, he's beautiful. David smiles back, breathless.]

Yeah. Yes.

[ Matt's smile curls knowingly as he looks back at him.

That's about all he can do at the moment, since his skeleton wants to sink through the floor, but it's something. Eventually, Matt gives a pleasant wriggle, groaning just to get the sound out. ]

So ...

We gotta do that again sometime, yeah?

[While David works on regaining his breath and steadying his heart rate, he takes the opportunity to kiss Matt on the chin before sitting up once more and pulling out, flopping over dramatically beside Matt. This really is a very nice carpet. He needs to get one for his living room.

The question has his head turning sideways to give Matt a pleased smirk.]

Yes, I'd say that merits a repeat performance.

[ Matt approves of the flop--it feels exactly as pronounced as the situation warrants. His head lolls sideways to look at David; when he catches sight of his expression, he gusts into breathless laughter. ]

Mm. Good. [ He leans in for a lazy kiss. When it breaks, he murmurs against David's mouth: ] This house has a lot more underutilized surfaces.

[David exhales happily into the kiss, letting his teeth drag over Matt's lower lip as he pulls away. He licks his lips, which at this proximity as like licking Matt's lips, too, and then pulls back to look at him properly.]

You know, you could add to that surface area with a few pieces of furniture. Not that the couch and rug aren't very nice.

[ Matt chuckles. ]

Glad you approve with conditions. But if you have furniture suggestions, by all means ...

[ He stretches his spine, grinning. ]

Teach me.

Oh, I have suggestions.

[David can't help but return that grin, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face as he sits up and starts reconning his clothing. He's starting to feel like maybe he won't be so lonely around this place. Having really good sex with cute boys is certainly sweetening the deal.]

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