( he shivers at the prickling sensation of stubble on his chest, torn between some stupid remark and equally stupid laughter. he settles for the latter, obvious in the way his shoulders shake and he murmurs some little 'hehe', and with gentle touches his fingertips skirt the underside of matt's jaw, drawn up from where they'd settled on his neck. )
If you had a dozen hands the real bug man would be you. ( scott's thumb moves, brushing over the jut of matt's lower lip. ) But honestly, ( cradling matt's cheek, he guides him to rest his ear close to where scott's heart beats for him ) I'd probably still want to make out with you like crazy, anyway.
[ matt makes a soft sound that begins as laughter but breaks halfway through as his head comes to rest on scott's chest. he closes his eyes, his movements stilling for a moment as he listens to the heavy thumping. this is his, this is for him, and he can't stop himself from turning his head to press his face against the warm skin and just breathe. ]
Scott...
[ a long, shuddering breath. and then matt raises his head and braces himself up on one hand, the other reaching to sink into scott's hair. his eyes are open again, pupils wide as he leans in to kiss scott as though he's a desperate man dying of thirst. ]
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If you had a dozen hands the real bug man would be you. ( scott's thumb moves, brushing over the jut of matt's lower lip. ) But honestly, ( cradling matt's cheek, he guides him to rest his ear close to where scott's heart beats for him ) I'd probably still want to make out with you like crazy, anyway.
Just 'cause I like you that much.
scott why do you do these things to him
Scott...
[ a long, shuddering breath. and then matt raises his head and braces himself up on one hand, the other reaching to sink into scott's hair. his eyes are open again, pupils wide as he leans in to kiss scott as though he's a desperate man dying of thirst. ]