Matt-- ( he feels like he's being spoiled again, what with matt's kisses, his kind words. scott can't lie--his breath hitches at the tongue drawn over his chest, skin warming with a wash of pink, and as he cups matt's cheeks in his hands he bends to fit their mouths together again, if only because he's always said too much or made noise too much and sometimes the result is incriminating.

even if the result is usually just matt's smile. but that's the most lethal weapon of all. )

Stop holding my heart hostage like that. ( the words are soft, muted, syllables breathless and warm as scott's fingers move up to his hair. their foreheads are touching, noses brushing, and scott pecks matt's mouth between speaking because he can't get enough of him. ) 's already yours, what more could you possibly want from me?

( except maybe he knows, and one hand curls into brown locks as he kisses matt fully, drawing the fingertips of his free hand and then his nails down when he curls those sets of fingers too. they go over matt's chest, over his stomach, and then fumble enough with the belt to make a sound. )

Something here? Maybe? ( a little lower and scott's touch is sweet as it is exploratory between matt's legs, over the front of his trousers. his heart is racing now, thrumming with life as his pulse rockets, and he has half a mind to wonder if matt can smell how much scott wants him. )

If you can't tell, ( scott sucks lightly on matt's lip, but releases it with a scrape of his teeth ) I am really... ridiculously aroused, right now, and you're a dick for instilling it.