[ those little breaths and stutters are everything matt wants right now, and he's greedy in seeking them out. he half-listens to scott's words and half to the other sounds he makes, hands in constant motion. he can smell scott's arousal, feel the heat everywhere his blood pounds faster or his skin blushes. and there's no mistaking the obvious sign, as blatant as it is with scott's leg wrapped around his waist.
matt shakes his head, planting a kiss in the hollow of scott's throat. ] You feel perfect. Wish I had a dozen hands sometimes. [ tilting his head, he rubs his cheek lightly against scott's chest. ]
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matt shakes his head, planting a kiss in the hollow of scott's throat. ] You feel perfect. Wish I had a dozen hands sometimes. [ tilting his head, he rubs his cheek lightly against scott's chest. ]