Matt's abs clench as his lips part once he pushes in, unable to do much of anything except moan low and loud. Probably a bit louder than he should, but it doesn't matter--he's inside of Tim, and with one hand on Tim's hip and one hand on Tim's dick, and he grunts as he shifts his hips to bury himself even further, feeling the tightness and warmth that threatens to send him over the edge far too soon.

He says Tim's name, too. Doesn't realize it, not as he's blinking slowly and languidly despite his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

He can hear it, Tim's own heart. Smell the sweat and arousal and all over the room. He can taste the sex in the air, too, as he rolls his hips up and twists his fingers around Tim's dick in a way that he knows makes Tim's cock twitch.