Tim hums, low and pleased, closing his eyes for just a brief second at the feeling of Matt's hand on his jaw.
"Just happy I get to come home each night to such a great piece of ass," he says, romantic as ever, and steps closer to drop his hands and grope Matt's ass through his slack. This is what he wants. Exactly this, every day, maybe even for the rest of his life. At one time, he hated everything about New York. Now he doesn't know if he'll be able to live anywhere else.
He leans forward again, kissing Matt on the mouth, then along his jaw, and down his throat, nuzzling the side of the other's neck in an affectionate way.
"Got to talk to my ma today, too. That was nice." He pulls back a bit, though his fingers are still curled around Matt's ass, and he examines the other's face idly. "You got plans for Thanksgivin'?"
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"Just happy I get to come home each night to such a great piece of ass," he says, romantic as ever, and steps closer to drop his hands and grope Matt's ass through his slack. This is what he wants. Exactly this, every day, maybe even for the rest of his life. At one time, he hated everything about New York. Now he doesn't know if he'll be able to live anywhere else.
He leans forward again, kissing Matt on the mouth, then along his jaw, and down his throat, nuzzling the side of the other's neck in an affectionate way.
"Got to talk to my ma today, too. That was nice." He pulls back a bit, though his fingers are still curled around Matt's ass, and he examines the other's face idly. "You got plans for Thanksgivin'?"