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"Love you too." He gasps out as he continues to lower himself, not stopping until he's taken all of him, resting fully against Matt's lap.

"Shit..." He says with a small whimpering noise, leaning in so he can rest his forehead to Matt's.

"You're so fucking big."

"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.

"Ride my cock."

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.

"Yeah... I'll ride it. Feels so fucking good."

"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.

"Oh fuck..."

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.

"The things I want to do to you."

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.

"Uh huh..." He manages to say, the sounds barely registering as words for him right now for how his head is swimming with desire. He leans forward as asked, bracing himself with one hand on the wall behind the sofa.

"Fuck me, Matt. Make me come." His voice quakes a little, a moan caught in his throat as his eyes flutter closed. "Fuck me as hard as you'd like."

"Yeah?" he asks, a shaky breath that's barely a question. It isn't one he really waits for an answer on either, too fuelled with desire and need for him. His hand starts pumping harder and quicker, tighter in his grip as he bucks his hips up against him harder still. Just the way he wants to, fucking him hard from beneath him, each hit smacking hard against his body and echoing around the room.

"Oh fuck," he cries out, hard not to come himself with how good this feels. He's wanted to fuck him like this since the first time they did, but had never quite allowed himself to.

There's no hope for him to hold on once Matt starts up. His moans come more quickly, panting for breath, and watching Matt the entire time.

"Matt..." He whimpers the man's name out, leaning his forehead against Matt's, eyes shutting tight. "I'm... oh fuck!" He doesn't stand a chance in making it last. Instead, he comes- harder than he ever has before.

It's a fucking incredible experience. When Nate comes it grips him so tightly that he feels like he forgets how to breath. He feels him hot and wet against his chest. He knows the idea of people coming together is usually bullshit, but fuck if it isn't enough to tip him over the edge and have him coming too as he thrusts up once more. He pulsates as he comes inside him, his entire body shaking and slick with sweat.

It's hard to breathe, a struggle to even see what's up and what's down. Fuck it's all so amazing. All so good. When he can do anything at all it's laugh, his hand moving to Nate's face to hold him as he leans up to kiss him.

When he speaks, his voice does that thing where it's gone extra Irish.

"Fuck Nate you are just in-fucking-credible aren't you." There's another almost laugh. "Jesus Christ you came so hard look at me. You even got it on my face." Funny how he doesn't freak out by that now.

It's so intense, feeling his own orgasm start to subside while he can still feel Matt experiencing his own. He's never had this, climaxes so close together. Of course it would happen with Matt. It's possibly the most romantic thing he's ever experienced.

Kissing him, Nate lets out another groan, but this one is happy and content, little aftershocks of his orgasm rushing over him. Matt's comments make him laugh, though, looking down at his boyfriend's chest and blushing a bit.

"Not my fault. You just have that effect on me." He gives him a little grin, kissing him again. "Guess that means I should let you up, hm?"

"Don't you dare," he warns with a slight laugh. He wants to keep him there, keep him close and just hold him, even if they really probably should go get themselves cleaned up.

"You stay right here with me, d'you hear me?" His hand slides gently along his side, and he takes a deep breath, still trying to get his breathing under control.

"Think food might have gone cold."

"Told you it would. You're a terrible influence, Matthew." He so rarely uses his full name and usually only in teasing. He shifts a bit, causing Matt's softening cock to move a bit inside of him.

"Would you really think about maybe trying this out- the other way around, I mean. Let me fuck you?"

The use of his name makes him smirk a little, and he gives Nate a slight pinch on the side.

"That's Sir Matthew to you. Or it will be soon." But he doesn't dwell on that, focusing instead on the question.

His answer isn't immediate, thinking on it for a second before he speaks. But when he does, it's no less assured.

"Yeah," he tells him gently. "Yeah I think I would. I mean you know if you'd like to and that."

"I would, yeah. Not all the time, but... Maybe every now and then." Or at least once to see how Matt likes it. If he's not into it, it's not like it's required.

"Think it could be fun." He wraps his arms around Matt's neck, smiling down at him. "Gonna have to resist that cock of yours, though. Don't know if you noticed, but I'm really fond of it."

"Yeah well you know I do like fun," he grins, leaning up to steal a small kiss as he shifts his hand around to Nate's back and strokes gently over his skin.

"And really? Are you? Yeah you know I had a vague idea. What with all that fucking we're doing and how much you seem to like it in your mouth." Not that that means he's ever had his fill. With Nate, he's simply insatiable.

"But yeah, babe," he adds with a gentler voice. "You can fuck me. Sounds kinda hot actually." Which is... possibly weird. It still feels weird to him. But he wants to experience everything with Nate. Everything he can.

Instead of saying anything further, Nate leans down and kisses him sweetly, trying to convey how much it means to him that Matt is willing to give that a try.

"I'll be gentle with you." He says with a little teasing smile, though he definitely means it. In truth, he doesn't really think he'll fuck him at all- not like he thinks of the word at least.

He wants to make love to him.

"You're always gentle with me," he says, meaning way more than just sex. Nate is the voice of reason, like his conscience whispering to him.

"You're my angel, you know that?" He leans up again, a slow kiss to his lips, gentle and soft. It's almost terrifying how much he loves this man, but god does it feel good having him here.

"When d'you want to do it, babe?"

He loves the way he does that, the way he calls him his angel. It gets him every time.

"Dunno. Not really looking to schedule it. Just whenever it feels right." He figures he'll have to be the one to bring it up, though. He doubts Matt would ever actually ask for it.

"Might work you up to it instead of just diving in. Maybe use my fingers a bit more while I've got you in my mouth. Get you used to how that feels."

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