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.
That sentiment earns him a sideways look and a bit of a laugh. But laughing just seeks to make his muscles tighten around his finger and heighten everything just a little bit more. That, along with the way his finger coaxes him has him feeling like it could almost make him come just from that touch. He's pretty sure he's read stuff about that being possible before, but he had always thought it was bullshit.
Another shift of his finger has him letting out another moan and his fingers tighten in the sheets.
As incredibly fun as this is, Nate knows that he can't keep doing this, not if he wants to progress to other things. So he pulls back his finger enough to move to ease a second one in on his next push forward. He's careful, so careful and not moving very quickly at all.
It's an act that makes him stiffen a little, the presence of a second finger stretching him further and making it all feel a bit more real. He takes a moment and a deep breath. He can do this. He wants to do this.
"Yeah it's okay," he confirms. "Bit weird." He almost laughs. But it's a good laugh. A good weird.
"I know you will babe," he says, doing his best to keep his breathing even. He looks over towards him, eyes searching a moment, drinking him in as though it helps. His gaze drops down towards his crotch. Maybe thinking about what's next, maybe just wanting a look. Possibly a bit of both.
"How's best for this?" He asks, a bit shaky. Not sure if him being on his front would make it easier first time, to give Nate better control over what he's doing. But Nate's kind of the expert here.
As much as Nate would love to look Matt in the eyes as they do this for the first time, it's probably best to have him turn over. There's more control on his end and Matt would be able to grab onto a pillow if things got to intense.
"Turn over for me." He says quietly, pumping his fingers within him a few more times before he withdraws them so Matt can comply with the request. While he waits, he grabs the bottle of lube again to spread some over his cock.
When Nate's hand withdraws, somehow its previous presence feels all the more apparent. He feels excited he thinks, really he isn't quite sure what this feeling is, like a lump in his stomach.
He takes a deep breath and sits himself up a bit, ready to turn, but not before reaching his hand up to Nate's cheek and holding him as he leans in and kisses him with more than a little strength behind it. Not quite making a show but... needing it, maybe.
That done, he takes another breath and turns on the bed, gathering the pillows a bit to lean his elbows against as he settles down on his knees, resting back a little against his calves.
This feels more real than ever now, and his heart races so fast he can feel it in his stomach.
Nate kisses Matt back with all he's got. Trying to help him feel more confident about things in that moment. His hand smooths over Matt's back, rubbing gently. He moves back behind Matt and pulls his hand back down to Matt's hip as he uses his other hand to grab his cock and position himself without actually pressing forward yet.
"Ready?" Just another check in before he gets on with it. He just wants to be sure.
His answer isn't immediate. He's fucking nervous, he isn't going to pretend that he isn't. He takes a long breath, trying to focus and control his rushing heartbeat. He needs to relax.
He can feel him behind him, feel his cock against his skin. It's a good sign that that turns him on. Fuck how much that would have freaked him out before.
"Yeah," he says, trying not to think about the fact Nate's cock is pretty lengthy. Or maybe trying to think about it. He's not sure. "Yeah, ready babe."
It's strange that he's suddenly nervous. Well, maybe not all that strange. There's a lot riding on this, on him making it a good experience for Matt. There won't really be a second chance to make a first impression here.
But he can't think of it like that. All he can do is try to make Matt feel as good as possible. The rest will sort itself out.
Carefully, he keeps hold of Matt's hip with one hand while he guides himself forward, slowly pressing the head of his cock against him, working it in and pausing to just allow him to get used to that feeling. The hand on Matt's hip shifts to smooth over his back, rubbing over the skin lovingly.
As Nate starts to press inside him the feeling is intense, stretched more than he was before, and it makes him let out a small noise before he stifles it a little. Instinctively, his hips move forward a little, as if to pull away, but he stops that, tempering himself and taking a deep breath before he bites down a little against his lip, dropping his head forward.
It's not entirely comfortable, it's fair to say. Bordering on painful, and yet at the same time not bad as such. And still, it's interesting, he's had a lot of sex, but he's never been on the receiving end, never knowing how it feels from that side of things.
"Yeah," he manages in response, a little strained, the touch soothing him a little.
Nate still remembers his first few times, the way it felt wrong and right at the same time. The sensation of almost pain, but not quite. At Matt's request, he presses forward, sinking another inch or so before he pulls back, just giving a few slow, shallow thrusts to get him used to the feel of it.
"It feels so good Matt. Better than I could have imagined." His hands run over Matt's back and hips, lovingly caressing him, trying to add those additional sensations to make this a positive experience.
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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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Another shift of his finger has him letting out another moan and his fingers tighten in the sheets.
"Babe."
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"How's that?" He asks, just checking in with him.
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"Yeah it's okay," he confirms. "Bit weird." He almost laughs. But it's a good laugh. A good weird.
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"I'll make sure it feels good. I'll take care of you."
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"How's best for this?" He asks, a bit shaky. Not sure if him being on his front would make it easier first time, to give Nate better control over what he's doing. But Nate's kind of the expert here.
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"Turn over for me." He says quietly, pumping his fingers within him a few more times before he withdraws them so Matt can comply with the request. While he waits, he grabs the bottle of lube again to spread some over his cock.
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He takes a deep breath and sits himself up a bit, ready to turn, but not before reaching his hand up to Nate's cheek and holding him as he leans in and kisses him with more than a little strength behind it. Not quite making a show but... needing it, maybe.
That done, he takes another breath and turns on the bed, gathering the pillows a bit to lean his elbows against as he settles down on his knees, resting back a little against his calves.
This feels more real than ever now, and his heart races so fast he can feel it in his stomach.
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"Ready?" Just another check in before he gets on with it. He just wants to be sure.
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He can feel him behind him, feel his cock against his skin. It's a good sign that that turns him on. Fuck how much that would have freaked him out before.
"Yeah," he says, trying not to think about the fact Nate's cock is pretty lengthy. Or maybe trying to think about it. He's not sure. "Yeah, ready babe."
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But he can't think of it like that. All he can do is try to make Matt feel as good as possible. The rest will sort itself out.
Carefully, he keeps hold of Matt's hip with one hand while he guides himself forward, slowly pressing the head of his cock against him, working it in and pausing to just allow him to get used to that feeling. The hand on Matt's hip shifts to smooth over his back, rubbing over the skin lovingly.
"See? Not so bad."
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It's not entirely comfortable, it's fair to say. Bordering on painful, and yet at the same time not bad as such. And still, it's interesting, he's had a lot of sex, but he's never been on the receiving end, never knowing how it feels from that side of things.
"Yeah," he manages in response, a little strained, the touch soothing him a little.
"Keep going."
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"It feels so good Matt. Better than I could have imagined." His hands run over Matt's back and hips, lovingly caressing him, trying to add those additional sensations to make this a positive experience.
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