That moan causes Matt to moan as well, though it also has something to do with the hand on his cock and how Tim is stroking it. It's driving Matt crazy, too, and he doesn't shy away from biting at the other's lips, rough and heavy and this time, it's not fueled by anger. This time it's just lust, and Matt manages to sit up enough so that Tim is still in his lap. His hands move to Tim's waist and he pulls the other roughly, closer onto him, and finally breaks away the kiss only to bite at the other's jaw, stubble pressing against skin.

"Yeah," he murmurs, distant and seemingly to himself as deft, swift hands are moving down Tim's body and into his jeans, dipping down the other's backside and grabbing Tim's ass with enough force to bruise.