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"That's an easy promise to make." He says, smiling a little. "Could promise you that all day long. Yeah, you and me."

"Good. Good because--- good." Eloquent as ever, Matt never really knows how to put his emotions into words, especially when they're as big as this.

Reaching over he grabs a blanket and just throws it around Nate a little, just in case he gets cold, considering they're not quite as hot and heavy as they were a few moments ago.

"I was going to tell you. I've been to see someone. At work. Psychologist? Psychiatrist? One of those."

He knows that this sort of thing isn't what Matt is entirely used to, and that's fine. He doesn't need big speeches. As Matt pulls the blanket around them, Nate tugs it closer, shifting to get more comfortable on Matt's lap.

"Yeah? How's that going?"

He shrugs a bit, and sets his hand against Nate's thigh under the blanket.

"He's not a prick. He's good. We've just been talking, you know. About me. About you. About stuff."

"Yeah?" He's a little curious what that means, but he doesn't want to pry too much. "Im glad you have someone you can talk to about it. I think it'll be good for you."

"I can talk to you you know, about it all. About anything."

His hand strokes gently against his leg, soft, careful.

"You don't think I'm trying to keep you secret, do you babe?"

"Of course not. But talking to a therapist is meant to be private. I don't want you to think you need to tell me everything you're telling him. You can, of course. But only if you want to."

"I've told a couple of people about you you know. That I'm with you. That we're together. It feels good. And nobody's been weird or anything." It's clear enough that he's a little surprised by that. He expected weird.

However even as he talks his hand under the blanket is sliding up Nate's thigh and back towards his crotch.

He notices the movement, and bites his lip a little in anticipation of where his hand is going.

"Yeah? I bet some of them were even happy for you." He's teasing a little, but he could have told Matt that the reaction would be fine.

"Some of them yeah, I mean obviously you know it was great loss that a specimen like me is being taken off the menu."

He smirks a bit and his hand keeps sliding up along his thigh until he finds something altogether more delicate. His fingers gently wrap around him and start moving very slowly, coaxing him teasingly back beneath the blanket.

That more intimate touch makes Nate draw in a quick breath, eyes closing briefly.

"Bet they had to... Take a moment to grieve." He jokes but has to pause in the middle to let out a heavy breath as Matt teases him like that.

"Well it would be, right? But I'm a taken man now. Only interested in being with one other person. That's you by the way."

Gently, he starts to stroke him, his hand wrapping around him completely, eyes glancing up towards him to see every reaction.

"Fuck I love making you come undone like this."

He would respond to all of that, really, but Matt's hand is doing a good job to make him forget what words are. He just shifts his hips, bucking slightly towards Matt's grip, mouth dropping open as he lets out small noises of approval.

"Jesus but you're hot like that. You ever filmed yourself babe? Touching yourself? Because you should. And you should send it to me, for all those long hard days when I'm not with you. Would you let me film you, babe? How about fucking? Would you let me film that?"

All the while he speaks his hand continues to move, thumb brushing over his tip before he twists his grip. It's clear he likes the idea he's proposing. Given the size of his old porn collection maybe it shouldn't be all that surprising.

"Christ..." Nate says with a laugh that turns to a moan as Matt twists his grip. "Yeah...yeah, you can film me. But it's just for you. No one else." Not that he thinks Matt would show it around, but...just being clear here.

"Who'm I gonna show? This is all for me, babe."

He keeps moving his hand, but it's still slow, just enough to make him putty in his hands.

"You can film me too if you like, just for you."

He looks at Matt, eyebrows raised. "Yeah? Wouldn't mind that. Something to keep me company when you're away." His breathing is labored, so very turned on by the way Matt is handling him.

"Wouldn't compare to this, but... It would certainly be nice when we can't be together."

Shifting a bit on the spot, Matt sits up a little straighter. He sets one hand on Nate's chest, stroking up over his skin as his other hand continues away, torturously slow, while he leans up and reaches his head to kiss him again. After all, they've gone all of a few minutes without it.

And if he hasn't made it clear he really likes kissing him.

Nate meets the kiss eagerly, maybe too eagerly. Matt's winding him up, though, so it's not his fault. Small whimpering noises continue to fall from his lips as they continue.

"Haven't even touched you. Don't want this to be unfair." He says, but he's struggling to get off of Matt's lap when he's stroking him like that.

"Doesn't feel unfair from where I'm sitting. I've got tickets to the best show in town."

He grins at him, moving his hand with a little more intensity as if to prove a point. "Still..." his other hand slips under the blanket and unbuttons his own jeans and zip.

"My cock is so hard babe. Think it wants you."

He gasps as Matt moves with more purpose, his hips shifting in rhythm with those strokes.

"Fuck, Matt..." But oh good- he's opening his jeans at least. As he hears that zip drawn down, Nate slips a hand down to try to get a hand on him. There's not much room with how they're currently positioned but he'll work with what he's got.

He moves a bit beneath Nate, shifting so he can pull his own jeans over his hipbones, enough so that he can release himself from the constraints of the fabric.

"You want to ride my cock, babe?" he whispers, his lips shifting gently over Nate's jawline.

Those words are like electricity shooting down his spine. Nate groans, nodding immediately.

"Yeah... yeah, I really do." And he doesn't really want to move off of the sofa, honestly. He wants him here and now.

Matt lets out a slight groan because he knows the problem here.

"We reallllly need to start keeping some lube under the sofa babe. Ughhh. Go and get it? I'll get these things off."

He can't help but laugh. "Makes us seem like we're sex crazed." Which he's not saying is wrong... Getting up, Nate does as he's asked, bringing back a bottle and holding it out for Matt.

"I blame you for being so bloody irresistible."

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