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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."

Matt lets out a slightly strained breath and he gives Nate a playful tap on his behind.

"Careful," he says, a touch breathy, "you're going to get me going again." He's not sure what it is, but it's probably more the talk of having him in his mouth than his fingers. Still, he can't really deny that it was... interesting, when Nate did that before.

"Can't be all bad, right? I mean you seem to enjoy it."

"What are you? 16?" He laughs, finding it a little unbelievable that Matt could be ready to go quite that fast. They aren't old by any means but Nate still needs some recovery time.

"There will be time for that later. Maybe after we get some food in us." There's still all that dinner over there.

"You cheeky fucker," Matt laughs, clearly not that bothered by the comment.

"Don't worry, your arse is safe, even I can't get hard again that quickly." He leans up and gives him a brief kiss before tapping a hand against his leg.

"Right you. Let's get cleaned up. Cold pasta it is. I'm thinking we should start sticking to salads, dunno about you." It's a joke, but there's more than a little truth in it. "I'm fucking ravenous now."

Slowly, carefully, Nate gets up from Matt's lap and heads for the bathroom to clean up.

"Have to wonder just how much my neighbors can hear. We aren't exactly quiet, are we?" He doesn't mind, but it's pretty funny to think about.

"They're probably used to it," there's a slight edge to that tone, something that's almost jealousy, even if not quite. After all Matt hasn't forgotten about the fact Nate was in a relationship until he came back on the scene.

He sits there for a moment and then pushes himself up. He considers cleaning up in the kitchen but he tried to do that the other day and Nate seemed less than pleased. So he follows after him to the bathroom and reaches for a towel to damp and wipe himself down.

"And anyway. It's better than the radio. Radio porn. I know which I'd prefer."

Nate chooses not to say anything in response to that, even though he hears the jealous edge there. Matt's going to have his hang ups about Nate's previous partners, which is fine. But he's not going to justify it with a response when he was the one on the other side of the wall, hearing Matt go at it with all sorts of girls for all those years.

"Not everyone is quite as hyper sexual as you, love. Not that I mind. Or like I want to be any quieter. Just have to wonder what they're thinking when I see them some mornings."

"I do think about things other than sex, you know. And yes they are anyway. They just don't admit it. Only difference is I'm honest. Even the quiet people tug one out behind closed doors."

Matt's just... making up for lost time.

"And anyway you're one to talk. Who woke up with who's cock in who's mouth this morning?! Oh and if you bump into them you can tell them they're welcome."

He glances away, smiling sheepishly as he continues to wipe himself off.

"Not my fault you're so fun to wake up like that." Okay, so Matt has a point. They're both insatiable when it comes to one another.

Oh but that smile. Fucking melts his heart. How does he do it? Matt looks over and God he can't wipe the grin off his face. He steps over to him, moving up behind him and wrapping both arms around him. He presses a small kiss to his shoulder.

"I meant what I said about tinge Sir thing by the way," he says, almost a mumble. "I'm getting promoted."

Nate's hand reaches up to rest on Matt's arm, looking at him in the mirror in front of the both of them.

"Yeah? That's great, Matt! I mean- it is, isn't it? I don't know how secret agent promotions work."

"Yeah I mean I think it is. Might mean I'm away a bit more, I dunno."

He looks at him in their reflection, pressing another kiss to his shoulder.

"The guy I was working with was on about where I should go. There's like different groups. The geeks, the guys with magic, the fighters, the talkers, that sort of thing."

"Like different departments?" His hand moves, fingers running along his arm. "So where are you ending up?"

He drops his head down a little, giving Nate a slightly tighter squeeze.

"The fighters. I think. Not sure how great an idea it is though." His eyes lift, back to the reaction. If anybody is the person to talk to about this, its him.

"Makes sense with all the working out you've been doing, I guess. Not that I'm thrilled to imagine you out on the front lines. If they even have front lines. Fuck if I know how any of it actually works." He studies Matt's face in the mirror.

"You happy there? Working with them? You don't have to, you know. You could just come move in here. For good, I mean. I make enough on my own for this place. Could start playing piano again."

Matt doesn't answer at first, thoughtful instead, and a slight frown on his face.

"What just get my old life back?" There's something in his voice, some sort of disbelief. He thinks that would be cheating. He doesn't really deserve all of that. The life he could have had, the life he maybe wanted for a while. But he doesn't really know what he wants, apart from the man in his arms right now.

"They took me on," he says softly. "Took me in. Didn't have to. And they're good people. I think I could do good with them. Make up for some of my fuck ups. And I've got a lot to make up for."

"It's dangerous, though, isn't it?" He looks nervous, maybe a little upset. "The stuff they do. The stuff you do. Could end up getting you killed, yeah?"

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