Nate doesn't fight Matt's turning. In fact, he smiles at him as they look one another over, letting out a small contented hum as they kiss. He watches as Matt undresses, following suit and crawling into bed beside him.
"You know, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. Now or... anytime, really. I don't want you to think you owe me anything."
When Nate moves in against him, Matt wraps an arm around him instinctively. He likes holding him, likes being close. They were always close, even as friends, always a little touchy feely. This just feels right.
"Oh I owe you a lot of things," he says, shaking his head. "But no, not that I suppose. I didn't say yes because I owe you though, babe. Said yes because..." he shrugs a bit, not sure how to put it. "Because I'm up for it. You know? And when you think about it, it's kinda hot, isn't it? You've seen how I fuck, I've never seen how you do."
"It's a little different." He says, laughing lightly. "But if you really want to know, we may have to do it more than once." He reaches a hand up to trail his fingertips along Matt's jawline.
"I'll be too focused on being careful with you the first go round to really show you what I'm like."
"More than once, eh?" he questions, brow raised and smirking a little. He closes his eyes and lets out a slow breath. The touch feels nice, it feels good.
"You sure that's not just an excuse. Because if it is, you know you don't need one, right?"
"Not making excuses." His fingers lightly tip Matt's chin over towards him, close enough to capture his mouth in a slow kiss. As he pulls back, he stays close, whispering against his lips.
"I'm glad." He says between kisses, reaching up to cup Matt's face tenderly as he deepens that kiss a bit. With a bit more force than he usually shows, Matt presses Matt back, rolling the both of them a bit in bed, pressing Matt's back to the mattress.
"You're so beautiful." He murmurs against his lips.
Matt could never tire of kissing Nate, he could never tire of just how much it makes him feel. The added force is a little different, Nate usually taking the backseat, but it's far from unwelcome, and pressing back into the sheets he lets out a slight murmur of enjoyment.
Beautiful isn't ever a word he'd have used before to qualify himself. Hot, maybe, handsome, sure, all those rugged words. But somehow that makes Nate's choice of word mean more.
His heart races, and he whispers back, "Love you, Nate."
His arms wrap around him, one flat to his back, pressing him close to him, holding him near as he returns into that kiss.
"Love you too." He murmurs against Matt's lips, kissing him again. His legs shift, straddling Matt's lap and pressing more firmly against his body.
His hands press into Matt's hair, fingers combing through it as he kisses him deeper. It's a bit more intense, but in a way that still shows all the love and gentleness that he's trying to convey right now.
It's amazing just how quickly Nate can make Matt feel alive, every nerve sparking, hairs standing on end. There's a near groan into his mouth as they kiss, and it feels good, it really does. It's a nice shift, and an interesting one, to have Nate take the lead like this. It excites him more than he expected.
"Fuck," he breathes heavy against his lips, catching his breath for a moment. "Fuck you turn me on."
Nate smiles a bit, a breathless laugh following in response. His hands continue to comb through Matt's hair, hips rocking gently against him.
"Good. That's sort of the point." He kisses the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, trailing kisses down to his neck. He's slow, careful, calculated. There's no rush here. He wants to savor every moment of this, to memorize just what Matt likes. He knows, of course, but this feels different. And he's treating it as a new exploration entirely.
The remark makes him laugh a little. God this feels so natural, all of it so natural. It's hard to even believe they went so many years not having this.
Matt's eyes close, his breath heaving heavier at the level of attention that Nate is paying to him. When his lips reach his neck he lets out a slight shudder of a moan, nerves sparking and his hand gripping a little at his side.
Feeling the way Matt responds beneath him, Nate pays particular attention to his neck, teeth scraping the skin lightly. One of his hands leaves Matt's hair to journey lower, pressing against his chest, fingers trailing along the length of his torso.
"You feel so good." He whispers into his ear, nipping at his earlobe.
The shift of those fingertips has Matt's skin turning to goosebumps beneath his touch.
"You're not so bad yourself, babe," he replies, his voice low and rich, thick with desire. His hand on Nate's side grips tighter. Within him there's more than a small urge to press against him, to flip him back, but he reminds himself that isn't what they're doing here.
So he turns his head a little, and catches him in another kiss to help dispel any latent nerves, all it does of course is whip him up with even more butterflies in his chest. But then, he doesn't mind that.
Nate falls easily into the kiss, shifting a little to move his body to one side of him as they continue to kiss. He uses it as a slight distraction as he blindly runs his hand over the bed until he finds the bottle of lube. Once he's got it, he breaks away just enough to glance down at his hand as he applies a bit to his finger. He bites at his own lower lip as he brings his attention back to Matt.
He's so into the kissing that it would be really quite easy to forget the course of events. Of course that comes tumbling back to the forefront of his mind when he watches Nate lube up his finger.
His heart races fast, and oh fuck Nate's doing that lip bite thing. He looks so hot like that. So nerves pushed aside, he does as he's asked, putting the base of his feet flat against the bed, knees up a bit and legs open.
"Good enough?" he asks, looking to him for guidance.
"You're perfect." He says quietly, pressing another soft kiss to Matt's lips before moving his hand between his thighs, running one cool, slicked fingertip over his skin. He doesn't press inside just yet, put lightly traces circles with his finger instead. He wants him to want it desperately before he actually gives in.
Before Nate, this isn't something he would have even thought of doing. There are women he's been with that had tried going that way, and he'd always balked at the idea. Nate's got close, but only once, and this is so brand new he's not sure if he feels nervous or excited.
He squirms ever so slightly under his touch.
"It's cold," he says with a half laugh, as though he needs to fill a silence that isn't really there.
He tries to relax though, because fuck knows this won't work if he doesn't. To be honest though, the touch is much more pleasant than he might have expected. Way more, in fact. So much so that there's something close to a moan on a breath.
"It'll warm up." He says with a little smile. His finger presses a bit more, massaging him gently. "You trust me, right?" He knows he does, but figures that saying it will help relax him further.
God that actually feels pretty good. He isn't sure what he expected. Maybe part of him thought it would just be all round horrible but doing it to be with Nate. Maybe not.
"I know babe, and I do, yeah course I do," he replies, breathy. "Just keep going, I'll tell you if I want you to stop."
The last time he did anything like this, Nate made sure to have Matt's cock in his mouth at the same time to try to distract him. But this time, he wants to make sure Matt is entirely in the moment.
Slowly, he presses his finger to enter him. He's careful, gentle. And he's watching Matt's face for reaction the entire time as he moves deeper than he managed the last time.
He tenses a little as Nate presses his finger against him which... doesn't really help. But he takes a breath and tries to relax. It's an odd sensation, not a bad one, just different and new, as long as he can get past his weird hang ups maybe this will be okay.
He breathes out slowly, looking towards Nate and leaning his head towards him to try and catch a kiss, enough to relax himself a bit and to let Nate carry on.
Nate meets him for that kiss, beginning to slowly move his finger in and out, getting Matt used to that feeling.
"You're so tight." He murmurs against his lips, not really in that dirty talk tone, but more like a soft secret shared between them. His finger curls a little, pressed deep, letting Matt just linger in that full sort of feeling.
"Yeah no shit," he says with an almost laugh, managing to hold back from telling him how that's because he's got his hand up his backside. Might kill the mood.
If he's about to say anything else though that's soon stifled by the way Nate curls his finger and the way that presses just so inside, against part of himself he's never had touched before. And fuck it feels good. A surprised moan pours from him, and he grips the side of the bed.
"Fuck me," surprise rather than instruction. But he didn't expect that.
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"You know, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. Now or... anytime, really. I don't want you to think you owe me anything."
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"Oh I owe you a lot of things," he says, shaking his head. "But no, not that I suppose. I didn't say yes because I owe you though, babe. Said yes because..." he shrugs a bit, not sure how to put it. "Because I'm up for it. You know? And when you think about it, it's kinda hot, isn't it? You've seen how I fuck, I've never seen how you do."
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"I'll be too focused on being careful with you the first go round to really show you what I'm like."
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"You sure that's not just an excuse. Because if it is, you know you don't need one, right?"
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"I want to make love to you."
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God he loves him, it's almost scary. It's good scary, but fuck he couldn't imagine being without him now.
"I'm all yours," he whispers back before he leans his head in and kisses him once more. "I trust you, babe."
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"You're so beautiful." He murmurs against his lips.
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Beautiful isn't ever a word he'd have used before to qualify himself. Hot, maybe, handsome, sure, all those rugged words. But somehow that makes Nate's choice of word mean more.
His heart races, and he whispers back, "Love you, Nate."
His arms wrap around him, one flat to his back, pressing him close to him, holding him near as he returns into that kiss.
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His hands press into Matt's hair, fingers combing through it as he kisses him deeper. It's a bit more intense, but in a way that still shows all the love and gentleness that he's trying to convey right now.
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"Fuck," he breathes heavy against his lips, catching his breath for a moment. "Fuck you turn me on."
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"Good. That's sort of the point." He kisses the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, trailing kisses down to his neck. He's slow, careful, calculated. There's no rush here. He wants to savor every moment of this, to memorize just what Matt likes. He knows, of course, but this feels different. And he's treating it as a new exploration entirely.
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Matt's eyes close, his breath heaving heavier at the level of attention that Nate is paying to him. When his lips reach his neck he lets out a slight shudder of a moan, nerves sparking and his hand gripping a little at his side.
"Jesus."
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"You feel so good." He whispers into his ear, nipping at his earlobe.
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"You're not so bad yourself, babe," he replies, his voice low and rich, thick with desire. His hand on Nate's side grips tighter. Within him there's more than a small urge to press against him, to flip him back, but he reminds himself that isn't what they're doing here.
So he turns his head a little, and catches him in another kiss to help dispel any latent nerves, all it does of course is whip him up with even more butterflies in his chest. But then, he doesn't mind that.
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"Move your legs apart a little for me?"
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His heart races fast, and oh fuck Nate's doing that lip bite thing. He looks so hot like that. So nerves pushed aside, he does as he's asked, putting the base of his feet flat against the bed, knees up a bit and legs open.
"Good enough?" he asks, looking to him for guidance.
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He squirms ever so slightly under his touch.
"It's cold," he says with a half laugh, as though he needs to fill a silence that isn't really there.
He tries to relax though, because fuck knows this won't work if he doesn't. To be honest though, the touch is much more pleasant than he might have expected. Way more, in fact. So much so that there's something close to a moan on a breath.
"Feels nice," he tells him. Quiet encouragement.
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"You know I would never hurt you."
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"I know babe, and I do, yeah course I do," he replies, breathy. "Just keep going, I'll tell you if I want you to stop."
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Slowly, he presses his finger to enter him. He's careful, gentle. And he's watching Matt's face for reaction the entire time as he moves deeper than he managed the last time.
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He breathes out slowly, looking towards Nate and leaning his head towards him to try and catch a kiss, enough to relax himself a bit and to let Nate carry on.
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"You're so tight." He murmurs against his lips, not really in that dirty talk tone, but more like a soft secret shared between them. His finger curls a little, pressed deep, letting Matt just linger in that full sort of feeling.
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If he's about to say anything else though that's soon stifled by the way Nate curls his finger and the way that presses just so inside, against part of himself he's never had touched before. And fuck it feels good. A surprised moan pours from him, and he grips the side of the bed.
"Fuck me," surprise rather than instruction. But he didn't expect that.
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"I'll get there." He teases quietly before he curls his finger again, gently massaging that spot to try to coax another noise from him.
"See? I told you I'd take care of you."
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