( scott makes this half-gasp in his throat when there are hands grabbing him, drawing them flush together, and for a moment his fingers slip in matt's hair, his head tilting and a shiver running down his spine when he's bitten. it's a rush in his blood and in his head and in his heart--these little things that scott hasn't had to have in the longest time, not until this, not until matt--and he finds himself grinning despite it all, fingertips moving with reverence over the angles of matt's jaw and lower to his neck, his back. )
You should. ( the words are warm even as they're breathed into the air around them, so very soft but no doubt caught by the person they're for regardless.
scott traces the knobs of matt's spine, rubbing circles around each one as he arches for him--but it's hard not to want every little bit of affection matt drags over his skin, hard not to bend towards that, to ache for it like he's starting to ache between his thighs.
there's something powerful about being with someone you care for in a manner so intimate, and at the same time something so quietly vulnerable. but scott gives himself wholeheartedly anyway, shivers and says matt's name. )
This is--literally. ( he huffs a laugh. ) All your fault.
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You should. ( the words are warm even as they're breathed into the air around them, so very soft but no doubt caught by the person they're for regardless.
scott traces the knobs of matt's spine, rubbing circles around each one as he arches for him--but it's hard not to want every little bit of affection matt drags over his skin, hard not to bend towards that, to ache for it like he's starting to ache between his thighs.
there's something powerful about being with someone you care for in a manner so intimate, and at the same time something so quietly vulnerable. but scott gives himself wholeheartedly anyway, shivers and says matt's name. )
This is--literally. ( he huffs a laugh. ) All your fault.