Tims words are what gets Matt, truthfully. Tim is thoughtful enough to lean him back, to be the one to do most of this. Matt would thank him if he'd be in his right mind, but Tim puts a hand in his hair and its all over.
He moans, low and needy in his throat, as he drives his hips upwards and adds another finger into Tim. It's barely there before Matt puts a third in, and he's momentarily distracted by the fact that he's fairly certain Tim's going to leave a hickey or two on his own.
"You want it?" He asks, even though it's a redundant question. His voice is still low, still rocky, and he brings his free hand to spit. It's better than nothing, and it's not like they haven't done this before.
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Date: 2016-01-13 11:13 am (UTC)He moans, low and needy in his throat, as he drives his hips upwards and adds another finger into Tim. It's barely there before Matt puts a third in, and he's momentarily distracted by the fact that he's fairly certain Tim's going to leave a hickey or two on his own.
"You want it?" He asks, even though it's a redundant question. His voice is still low, still rocky, and he brings his free hand to spit. It's better than nothing, and it's not like they haven't done this before.