He doesn't move right away, just enjoying the sight of Matt slicking himself up. Yeah, they really do need to make a few videos, don't they? Biting at his bottom lip, Nate feels his own cock pulse with desire from watching. He moves, straddling Matt's lap again, keeping up higher on his knees to give him room to stroke himself. Nate leans down over him to kiss him, starting off soft and sweet but building quickly in intensity.
"Like what you see, babe?" he asks as the other man climbs over him, leaning up a bit to meet that kiss and return it with all that it's given. It's funny how he can get so lost in a kiss, just a kiss but with Nate it's always so much more.
With the way Nate is kneeling it's easy for Matt to lift his hand from himself and move it between Nate's legs, reaching back to press a lubed up finger to his skin.
"Let me finger that tight arsehole," he whispers, somehow sweetly against his lips, despite the words.
His eyes flick down a second as his finger gently teases the area. "Kneel up a bit more," he knows that will bring him face to Nate's cock and, well, why not. While he's here.
It's almost funny how Matt can make something sound filthy and romantic all at once. A true talent, really. The teasing touch makes him whimper, pressing back against that slick finger. It's almost so nice that he doesn't hear Matt's request, but the words do register after a moment and he looks down with curious amusement.
"Yeah?" He shifts, adjusting his legs and kneeling up a bit higher. Hey there, Matt. Someone is still very happy to see you.
"Yeah why not," he says with an almost shrug as though this sort of thing is easy for him. It's not of course, and they both know that. He's given Nate a blow job just once and not again since. But it doesn't mean he doesn't want to. Especially for him, he wants to. Even more so because he's incredibly aware his first time was probably less than spectacular.
His finger continues to tease against Nate's hole, pressing against the skin to push gently inside, stretching him just a little.
"You wanna fuck my mouth a bit babe?" He whispers as he leans his head in, looking up at him as he takes the tip of his cock between his lips, swishing his tongue around his skin in just a way Nate has done to him before. He thinks maybe that means he likes it.
The combination of sensations is almost too much for Nate. His hands move to Matt's head, fingers threading in his hair and holding on tight.
"Jesus, Matt..." He tries to keep himself still, to hold back from moving his hips just yet. He likes the way Matt is working him all on his own. And maybe he wants to make sure to take things slow, to keep from overwhelming Matt by moving too fast, too soon.
But those words echo in the back of his mind. You wanna fuck my mouth a bit babe? And yeah- he does. So with his hands holding on to Matt's head, he guides him further down along his shaft, then pulls him back again.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good. And I love your finger in my ass... Christ."
Matt does his very best to stay as cool and collected as he can with this. He wants to do it, he really does, and so he's going to do his damn best. It's almost a surprise how much he finds it turns him on when Nate moves into his mouth like that, and his words only seek to bolster him further.
He can't speak in response of course, but he hopes he makes it clear enough by the way he pumps his finger into him, curling it to press it just so. His eyes meet Nate's, looking up with a look that tells him to carry on.
It feels good, all of this, Nate's hands in his hair, Nate guiding him. He keeps one hand around the base of his own cock, keeping himself hard.
Nate is careful with him, not moving too far or too fast. He goes nice and slow, keeping in rhythm with the way Matt slides that finger into him. He moans again, this time louder, his eyes closing briefly and head tipping back.
"Another. C'mon put another finger in me. Gonna need to be ready to take that big cock of yours." He groans again as he forces himself to look again, to meet Matt's eyes. It's so good, and not necessarily because of Matt having perfect technique. It's just because it's Matt. Everything feels better just because of that.
Matt would have never expected to get so turned on by this. By a cock being pushed in and out of his mouth. But it does; the way he feels his hair gripped, the way he fills his mouth and grazes the back of his tongue, he wants it all. He probably wouldn't even freak if Nate came, but he'd rather he didn't, if only because he wants to keep this going.
The request is one he's only too eager to meet, and he shifts his hand a little, pressing a second finger against his already slick skin. He presses it inside him, pushing both in past his knuckles. It makes him shudder at just how tight he is around that touch, and he can't help but start to move those fingers back and forth a little quicker, leaning forward and taking his cock deeper into his mouth at the same time.
As Nate feels Matt stretch him further, feels his cock reach a bit deeper into Matt's mouth, his breath hitches on another moan. Gripping tighter onto Matt's hair, he moves his hips a little faster, breath coming in harsher pants. He's not too close yet, but god he could definitely get there like this. Wouldn't take long at all.
"Fucking hell-" He pulls Matt back to get his mouth off his cock for a moment. "You are... so fucking amazing." He tries to catch his breath, but it's difficult with Matt's fingers still deep inside of him.
Matt knows Nate is being cautious, and he appreciates that, but at the same time he finds he really fucking enjoys it when Nate really starts to move, feeling his cock push in and out of his mouth. Fuck, this feels nice to do. Strange, that.
When he pulls back, Matt looks up at him with a grin, gasping for breath.
"Do my best, babe," he grins, breath quick and dry, before almost shuddering at those words. God they feel good to hear.
"Fuck yeah come and sit on my cock. You see how hard it is?"
"I see it. I want to feel it instead. Want you in me." He shifts and helps Matt remove his hand, lowering himself and reaches for Matt's still slick cock, positioning the both of them so that he can slowly lower himself.
He bites his lip as the head of Matt's cock starts to press against him, letting gravity do most of the work as he slowly lowers himself down.
"Oh fucking hell..." He doesn't rush this, though. He wants to feel every inch.
The fact he moves down slowly makes every sensation all the more heightened. He lets out a loud groan as he feels his tight skin start to surround him, his breath catching in his throat like he's forgotten how to form his next. A hand reaches and grips tight to Nate's side and his head throws back for a moment.
"Jesus fuck, Nate. Oh fuck." It's amazing, truly, and he feels as though he can almost see stars.
With some effort, he leans his head up, opening his eyes to look at him with an echoing breath of laughter.
"Yeah I know," he says, not an ounce of modesty in his words, but fuck he's never felt so hard and so turned on as he does here with Nate like this.
He rocks his hips a little against him, shifting a bit inside him as he feels himself buried in him to the hilt. He closes his eyes a moment, breathing heavy as his forehead presses to Nate's. It doesn't take long before he's lifting his face towards him in an effort to catch his lips with his own. He kisses him, slowly, slowly, and whispers against his lips.
The sound he makes in response is slightly muffled, his body tensing a bit from the idea alone. Giving a small nod, Nate presses his knees into the couch and starts to rise and fall rhythmically. His hips roll a bit as he moves, causing a deeper moan to come from him.
"Oh shit," Matt cries out as Nate starts to rise and fall, it's almost enough to make him laugh at just how amazing this is. It's fucking ridiculous that they can do this, that he's fucking his best friend, that he's in love with him and that's somehow good. He feels like he's about to wake up and have the whole thing be a shattered dream.
He still can't really believe that they're doing this, even though they do this more than energetic teenagers.
"You like my cock stretching out that tight arse? Fuck babe you make me so hard."
His hand grips tighter at Nate's side, doing everything he can not to just take over and fuck him senseless.
He can't articulate words in response, but he nods, another moan escaping him as he continues to move up and down on Matt's cock, taking him deep. Nate keeps his hands on Matt's shoulders for leverage, moving faster now.
He loves this, loves him, everything about him.
"Love it." He manages to work out. "Love your cock. Love you." He gasps as he strikes down harder.
Matt's arm wraps around Nate, shifting to his back to press a flat palm against it, pushing him back down against him as he presses his hips up in turn. His vision feels as though it turns white, and it's all he can do to focus enough to see.
With the next movement Nate makes Matt is crying out, the whole thing sending electric currents along his spine.
Reaching between them with his other had he wraps his hand around Nate's cock and starts pumping, not held back, not teasing like before. But if Nate thinks that in any way he's going to let him catch his breath, he's so very wrong, as Matt leans up and captures a hungry kiss.
Nate isn't sure just how long they can do this, just how much more of it he can take before he's begging Matt to fuck him properly. He likes this control, but he knows that Matt can move them in such a way to have better leverage, to move into him harder and faster.
But then Matt's got his hand around his cock and oh-- Nate chokes on a moan from how good it feels.
"Fuck-!" He might have said more, but before he can try, Matt's kissing him again. He groans against Matt's mouth and moves his body up and down faster yet, fucking himself hard on Matt's cock and fucking up into Matt's hand at the very same time.
The way Nate moves is almost with more gusto than Matt often dare. Not wanting to hurt him, not wanting to damage him. But fuck does it feel good having him right him like that. It brings a gasping moan against Nate's lips, his own parted and breath hot.
His hand grips a little tighter around Nate's cock, the action barely even voluntary.
"Fuck, sorry," he laughs against his lips, releasing that grip a little. He takes a deep breath, and his teeth scrape over Nate's lip before he speaks again.
Truthfully, Nate doesn't mind the tighter grip. But he appreciates Matt being cautious about hurting him. He continues his pace, fucking himself on Matt's cock at a fairly brisk pace.
"Yeah?" He responds, breathy and moaning, kissing him again before he adds. "Tell me. God, please tell me."
It's hard to focus, but he tries, and at the same time starts moving his hand on Nate's cock again, a tighter grip on each downward shift. His other hand behind him moves over his behind, gripping on his skin and pulling slightly as he shifts enough to start meeting throws downwards movements with upwards ones of his own, fucking him in return.
"Want to come to your studio and bend you over that desk of yours. Fuck you right there. And on a piano. God I've always wanted to fuck over a piano--" he pauses, crying out a little, eyes closed tightly for a moment.
"I want to fuck you hard," his voice drops, a whisper like he isn't quite sure how much he should admit something like that, even as lost in the moment as he is. "Have you feeling me there for days."
The fantasies only make it better for Nate. His eyes close and he moans louder as he keeps moving, letting Matt assist him to reach new heights of pleasure. He's not sure how much longer he can hold out. Everything feels so good.
"God, yeah. I'd let you fuck me anywhere you want. Anyway you want. Need you, Matt. Always need you."
"I'm gonna make you come," he says to him, voice low and gruff, words spoken almost like a warning as his hand on his cock starts to pump with more purpose. He wants to know, wants to feel himself inside him while his muscles spasm and contract. He wonders just how tight he'll grip around him.
"You want to come on my chest, babe?" he asks, but it's hardly a question, more a statement that he doesn't mind, that he wants him to.
"Let me take over, lean forward," he whispers to him, lips to hips as his hand moves to Nate's hip to hold him a little, gripping there and readying to start moving harder and faster, like a piston back and forth.
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He taps his leg, gesturing him over. He wants to see him. He wants to be able to kiss him, to touch him.
While he waits he's already rubbing lube over his cock, start as you mean to go on.
"Come here and kiss me."
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"Like what you see, babe?" he asks as the other man climbs over him, leaning up a bit to meet that kiss and return it with all that it's given. It's funny how he can get so lost in a kiss, just a kiss but with Nate it's always so much more.
With the way Nate is kneeling it's easy for Matt to lift his hand from himself and move it between Nate's legs, reaching back to press a lubed up finger to his skin.
"Let me finger that tight arsehole," he whispers, somehow sweetly against his lips, despite the words.
His eyes flick down a second as his finger gently teases the area. "Kneel up a bit more," he knows that will bring him face to Nate's cock and, well, why not. While he's here.
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"Yeah?" He shifts, adjusting his legs and kneeling up a bit higher. Hey there, Matt. Someone is still very happy to see you.
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His finger continues to tease against Nate's hole, pressing against the skin to push gently inside, stretching him just a little.
"You wanna fuck my mouth a bit babe?" He whispers as he leans his head in, looking up at him as he takes the tip of his cock between his lips, swishing his tongue around his skin in just a way Nate has done to him before. He thinks maybe that means he likes it.
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"Jesus, Matt..." He tries to keep himself still, to hold back from moving his hips just yet. He likes the way Matt is working him all on his own. And maybe he wants to make sure to take things slow, to keep from overwhelming Matt by moving too fast, too soon.
But those words echo in the back of his mind. You wanna fuck my mouth a bit babe? And yeah- he does. So with his hands holding on to Matt's head, he guides him further down along his shaft, then pulls him back again.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good. And I love your finger in my ass... Christ."
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He can't speak in response of course, but he hopes he makes it clear enough by the way he pumps his finger into him, curling it to press it just so. His eyes meet Nate's, looking up with a look that tells him to carry on.
It feels good, all of this, Nate's hands in his hair, Nate guiding him. He keeps one hand around the base of his own cock, keeping himself hard.
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"Another. C'mon put another finger in me. Gonna need to be ready to take that big cock of yours." He groans again as he forces himself to look again, to meet Matt's eyes. It's so good, and not necessarily because of Matt having perfect technique. It's just because it's Matt. Everything feels better just because of that.
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The request is one he's only too eager to meet, and he shifts his hand a little, pressing a second finger against his already slick skin. He presses it inside him, pushing both in past his knuckles. It makes him shudder at just how tight he is around that touch, and he can't help but start to move those fingers back and forth a little quicker, leaning forward and taking his cock deeper into his mouth at the same time.
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"Fucking hell-" He pulls Matt back to get his mouth off his cock for a moment. "You are... so fucking amazing." He tries to catch his breath, but it's difficult with Matt's fingers still deep inside of him.
"Want me to take that cock of yours?"
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When he pulls back, Matt looks up at him with a grin, gasping for breath.
"Do my best, babe," he grins, breath quick and dry, before almost shuddering at those words. God they feel good to hear.
"Fuck yeah come and sit on my cock. You see how hard it is?"
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He bites his lip as the head of Matt's cock starts to press against him, letting gravity do most of the work as he slowly lowers himself down.
"Oh fucking hell..." He doesn't rush this, though. He wants to feel every inch.
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"Jesus fuck, Nate. Oh fuck." It's amazing, truly, and he feels as though he can almost see stars.
With some effort, he leans his head up, opening his eyes to look at him with an echoing breath of laughter.
"I fucking love you, Nate. I fucking love you."
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"Shit..." He says with a small whimpering noise, leaning in so he can rest his forehead to Matt's.
"You're so fucking big."
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He rocks his hips a little against him, shifting a bit inside him as he feels himself buried in him to the hilt. He closes his eyes a moment, breathing heavy as his forehead presses to Nate's. It doesn't take long before he's lifting his face towards him in an effort to catch his lips with his own. He kisses him, slowly, slowly, and whispers against his lips.
"Ride my cock."
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"Yeah... I'll ride it. Feels so fucking good."
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He still can't really believe that they're doing this, even though they do this more than energetic teenagers.
"You like my cock stretching out that tight arse? Fuck babe you make me so hard."
His hand grips tighter at Nate's side, doing everything he can not to just take over and fuck him senseless.
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He loves this, loves him, everything about him.
"Love it." He manages to work out. "Love your cock. Love you." He gasps as he strikes down harder.
"Oh fuck..."
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With the next movement Nate makes Matt is crying out, the whole thing sending electric currents along his spine.
Reaching between them with his other had he wraps his hand around Nate's cock and starts pumping, not held back, not teasing like before. But if Nate thinks that in any way he's going to let him catch his breath, he's so very wrong, as Matt leans up and captures a hungry kiss.
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But then Matt's got his hand around his cock and oh-- Nate chokes on a moan from how good it feels.
"Fuck-!" He might have said more, but before he can try, Matt's kissing him again. He groans against Matt's mouth and moves his body up and down faster yet, fucking himself hard on Matt's cock and fucking up into Matt's hand at the very same time.
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His hand grips a little tighter around Nate's cock, the action barely even voluntary.
"Fuck, sorry," he laughs against his lips, releasing that grip a little. He takes a deep breath, and his teeth scrape over Nate's lip before he speaks again.
"The things I want to do to you."
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"Yeah?" He responds, breathy and moaning, kissing him again before he adds. "Tell me. God, please tell me."
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"Want to come to your studio and bend you over that desk of yours. Fuck you right there. And on a piano. God I've always wanted to fuck over a piano--" he pauses, crying out a little, eyes closed tightly for a moment.
"I want to fuck you hard," his voice drops, a whisper like he isn't quite sure how much he should admit something like that, even as lost in the moment as he is. "Have you feeling me there for days."
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"God, yeah. I'd let you fuck me anywhere you want. Anyway you want. Need you, Matt. Always need you."
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"You want to come on my chest, babe?" he asks, but it's hardly a question, more a statement that he doesn't mind, that he wants him to.
"Let me take over, lean forward," he whispers to him, lips to hips as his hand moves to Nate's hip to hold him a little, gripping there and readying to start moving harder and faster, like a piston back and forth.
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