[ Bolstered, Matt continues, rubbing his hand against him with a little more purpose. His hand lifts up to find the waistband of his underwear to slip inside those too and wrap around him fully. ]
Oh there you are. [ he strokes him slowly ] There's my big boy.
[The praise makes him feel warm all over, which is only amplified by the way Matt's hand touching him directly makes him groan again and buck his hip against the touch.]
Oh, fuck-- just like that.
[He finally pulls back from leaning against Matt's shoulder and kisses him again, former now, more passionate.]
[ He keeps rubbing his hand against him, not as freely as he might if it weren't for the fabric, but all in good time because there are kisses again now and he feels like he could just completely fall into him. His hand in his hair tightens a little, a hold on him as they kiss, as his tongue presses against Nate's and he moans against his lips. ]
[He feels good here. He feels safe. And Matt's really good at reading him, quick to pick up on what Nate likes and how to make it as good as possible. As they kiss, Nate's breath comes heavier through his nose, the pleasure making him gasp to break contact before he dives back in for more.]
[He makes a noise of protest only because he doesn't want this to stop, even for a moment. But the idea of less clothing brings a promise of much more for them so he obliges.]
Can't believe how hard you get me. [He says with a breathy laugh.] It's absolutely mad.
Don't you dare. [But he'll go ahead and strip down, making a show of being slow about it. The candlelight really adds to the whole thing. He takes his shirt off as well. No sense keeping that on is there?]
[ Matt watches him with clear desire. He wants him more than he's ever wanted anything, attracted to him more than he has ever been any woman he's been with. To address the balance a little Matt shifts on the sofa and pulls his own tshirt up over his head, before reaching towards him to gesture him back to him, his eyes raking over him from his hard cock and over his torso. When he speaks it's in a whisper, and still looking for a touch of guidance with how new this all is to him. ]
[Well, after the dinner conversation, he really wants to try out the whole big spoon thing, but he figures that might be something for another day. So instead, he just moves back to the sofa and takes Matt's hand. Lifting it up, Nate places a soft kiss to the center of his palm.]
[ the kiss makes him smile, and makes his chest feel warm and his mind content, hr smiles before speaking ]
However I like? Now there's an offer I can't refuse.
[ As it happens how he likes is to twist his fingers back into his hair, gentle and tender while the other hand smooths over his hip. Bared to him now he gets a good look at his hard cock and he can feel his own twitching in return. The hand on his skin moves around, shifting to his behind and giving a light squeeze. He always was an arse man after all. And Nate has a great arse. Of course the way he tugs on the skin lightly is indicative of something quite else, all want and desire.
But what else he wants is to kiss him. To keep kissing him like teenagers who are just discovering everything for the first time. So he does, and with all he's got. ]
[Nate's not at all disappointed in Matt's choices for how and where to touch. His body shifts, moving along with him, falling into another kiss. One of Nate's hands rests on Matt's chest, just below his throat. He leaves it there for a moment before slowly shifting down, trailing his fingertips against bare skin.
He likes this, likes kissing him and somehow taking things slow while also rushing into them at the same time. It's a good feeling, like they can't get enough of each other. He's always wanted something like this.]
[ Matt's skin turns to goosebumps beneath Nate's touch, and he shifts a little beneath him, gripping tighter against his backside before giving a playful almost smack and laughing gently against his lips.
He doesn't let it break the kiss though, indulging in it completely. Nor does he yet move to take him in hand again, not just yet, just enjoying this, all of this. The two of them together
[The almost swat is met with a playful noise from Nate. He presses back a little, pushing back against Matt's hand as if to indicate he might not have hated that. His own hand continues a slow descent, tracing light patterns against Matt's skin, tracing the muscles there. He does really enjoy how toned Matt is these days.]
[ Generally speaking, Matt has been incredibly gentle with Nate with everything they've done. There's a good reason for that of course, but the more they relax, the less Matt worries and the more he feels he doesn't have to treat him like he might break. So the way Nate reacts urns another tap, slightly more pronounced. ]
Oh you like that do you. [ words muffled against his lips ]
Mhm... [Nate responds, following it up with a small moan as he deepens their kiss. He doesn't go overboard with the rough stuff, but a bit here or there isn't so bad. In response, his hand on Matt's chest shifts so that he can scratch a bit instead of just touching.]
[ For all the sex Matt's had he's never really done a hell of a lot from the kinky shelf. He's never really had the inclination to. He know he likes his partner taking charge, and lolly because they usually don't.
He knows now he likes that scrape of Nate's fingers too, and it makes him kiss him back with a renewed level of passion.
He's always liked kissing, but never this much. But kissing Nate, just kissing him, is better than most of the sex he's ever had. Difference is of course this means something. It's fuelled with more than just desire but love too.
The hand shifts again a little higher and presses against the small of his back, fingers curling against the skin there. ]
[The best part about all of this, about being with Matt is that he knows enough about him to know when and where it's safe to explore. He moves towards Matt as a hand is moved to his lower back. He hums a little, kissing him back for all he's worth.
After a moment, he breaks away just to take a moment to look at Matt, really look at him.]
[ It's enough to make him almost bashful, as the break in the kiss has him gasping for breath as he looks up at him. His own lips are red from kissing, and looking up at Nate he can see the same. He reaches a hand up, stroking it over his cheek, his thumb gentle over his lips. ]
You're going to get a stubble rash from all this kissing. [ he teases, seeing how his own stubble has reddened his skin. ]
And you know babe if anyone's getting points here for being wonderful well, that should be you.
Good. [ His voice is decisive and clear as he looks up at him, cupping his face. It's crazy to think how far they've come and in such a short time, just weeks ago they were barely even talking, Nate with Simon and now look at them. ]
Pinch me. Because I think I might be dreaming. [ He laughs, joking but he's almost serious. How can it be that he gets this? ]
[ The move makes him jump a bit and he lets out a laugh before batting at his hand playfully. It's the words though that really strike him. Like this moment is one that will burn itself to his memory as one of those important life moments. ]
Say that again. I just want to remember it. [ He whispers, and his eyes redden with tears. But they're good tears. Definitely good. Even a Byrne can get emotional. ]
Laughing, Nate files that away to tease him with later, but things shift to a more serious sort of tone a moment later. Nate's expression shifts to a sweeter smile, moving so that he's facing Matt more fully, taking his face in both hands.
"I'm in love with you, Matthew Byrne. Absolutely, madly in love." His thumbs stroke along Matt's jawline, and he hopes that he's done his part to make Matt feel every ounce of love he's got in those few words.
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Feels good.
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Oh there you are. [ he strokes him slowly ] There's my big boy.
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Oh, fuck-- just like that.
[He finally pulls back from leaning against Matt's shoulder and kisses him again, former now, more passionate.]
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[ He keeps rubbing his hand against him, not as freely as he might if it weren't for the fabric, but all in good time because there are kisses again now and he feels like he could just completely fall into him. His hand in his hair tightens a little, a hold on him as they kiss, as his tongue presses against Nate's and he moans against his lips. ]
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Kneel up babe, let me get you out these.
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Can't believe how hard you get me. [He says with a breathy laugh.] It's absolutely mad.
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Don't you dare. [But he'll go ahead and strip down, making a show of being slow about it. The candlelight really adds to the whole thing. He takes his shirt off as well. No sense keeping that on is there?]
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What you want to do babe?
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Just keep touching me. However you like.
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However I like? Now there's an offer I can't refuse.
[ As it happens how he likes is to twist his fingers back into his hair, gentle and tender while the other hand smooths over his hip. Bared to him now he gets a good look at his hard cock and he can feel his own twitching in return. The hand on his skin moves around, shifting to his behind and giving a light squeeze. He always was an arse man after all. And Nate has a great arse. Of course the way he tugs on the skin lightly is indicative of something quite else, all want and desire.
But what else he wants is to kiss him. To keep kissing him like teenagers who are just discovering everything for the first time. So he does, and with all he's got. ]
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He likes this, likes kissing him and somehow taking things slow while also rushing into them at the same time. It's a good feeling, like they can't get enough of each other. He's always wanted something like this.]
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He doesn't let it break the kiss though, indulging in it completely. Nor does he yet move to take him in hand again, not just yet, just enjoying this, all of this. The two of them together
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Oh you like that do you. [ words muffled against his lips ]
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He knows now he likes that scrape of Nate's fingers too, and it makes him kiss him back with a renewed level of passion.
He's always liked kissing, but never this much. But kissing Nate, just kissing him, is better than most of the sex he's ever had. Difference is of course this means something. It's fuelled with more than just desire but love too.
The hand shifts again a little higher and presses against the small of his back, fingers curling against the skin there. ]
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After a moment, he breaks away just to take a moment to look at Matt, really look at him.]
You are so wonderful.
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You're going to get a stubble rash from all this kissing. [ he teases, seeing how his own stubble has reddened his skin. ]
And you know babe if anyone's getting points here for being wonderful well, that should be you.
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God, I can't get enough of you.
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Pinch me. Because I think I might be dreaming. [ He laughs, joking but he's almost serious. How can it be that he gets this? ]
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You aren't dreaming, love. This is very real. And I'm very much in love with you.
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Say that again. I just want to remember it. [ He whispers, and his eyes redden with tears. But they're good tears. Definitely good. Even a Byrne can get emotional. ]
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"I'm in love with you, Matthew Byrne. Absolutely, madly in love." His thumbs stroke along Matt's jawline, and he hopes that he's done his part to make Matt feel every ounce of love he's got in those few words.
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