Matt moans in response, because of Tim's hand and Tim's voice and everything about him. At the very least these bruises are of love, not from fighting, and Matt already cherishes them like he does most of the touches Tim gives him: silently, and with reverence.

Tim wants him, and Matt pretends it's only him, and he shifts his weight and tilts his head for better access as he removes his fingers and gently bats Tim's hand away so he can stroke himself and get ready to guide his dick into Tim's ass.

He's never wanted to fuck the guy more than he does now.