It's always the neck. Something that Matt picked up on very quickly that first night, and has been exploiting wonderfully ever since. It seems like each time he leaves Matt's place, he's covered in more bruises than he was the last time. And they're bruises that he presses on with his own fingers just to feel the pleasure wave through his body.
And whenever another guy touches those bruises, all Tim can think about is Matt, and his teeth and lips and tongue along his throat.
Or his fingers, like now, pressing just so into the bruises, and Tim groans again, head tilted back, pressing closer as Matt's hand presses against his back. Another barely-there whimper as Matt's finger teases his hole, and he feels raw and vulnerable and exposed, but safe. Safe beneath Matt's touch, with his voice commanding low and smooth.
"Fuck," he breathes, but this time it's with that same inflection and tone and volume he used earlier, whatever it was that got Matt so worked up so quickly, and he presses his ass back against Matt's hand.
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Date: 2016-01-13 10:06 am (UTC)And whenever another guy touches those bruises, all Tim can think about is Matt, and his teeth and lips and tongue along his throat.
Or his fingers, like now, pressing just so into the bruises, and Tim groans again, head tilted back, pressing closer as Matt's hand presses against his back. Another barely-there whimper as Matt's finger teases his hole, and he feels raw and vulnerable and exposed, but safe. Safe beneath Matt's touch, with his voice commanding low and smooth.
"Fuck," he breathes, but this time it's with that same inflection and tone and volume he used earlier, whatever it was that got Matt so worked up so quickly, and he presses his ass back against Matt's hand.