[Oh, Matt's tempted, but there's something about that frustrated groan that's dizzyingly hot, and he shudders, turns it into a deeper thrust. He slides one hand back up, anchors Elfangor's wrists, leans in, lips against his ear.]
Didn't you ask me once-- [He shifts back, thrusts hard again, and goes breathless as he keeps moving.] Oh-- If I wouldn't rather have to take what you gave me? [He punctuates this with a nip to Elfangor's earlobe.]
Ohh-- [He tries to speak more, but it tapers off into an incoherent moan, caught up in the maddening heat of lips and teeth and hands, pinning him down, and he revels in it, that demanding pressure, the deepening thrusts--the deliberate pace, oh, has to arch up into it, gasps out,] Anything you give, yes, ohgod--
[If Matt had any doubt that was the right decision, it's burned away now, seeing, feeling, how Elfangor reacts, and he works his other hand between them as he moves faster, enough to make his intent clear, but not enough to touch, not yet.]
[Oh, god, it's too much--Elfangor's hips jerk frantically, mindlessly, caught between Matt's heat piercing him pulling at him surrounding him, oh, everywhere, and he is lost to the release crashing through him. A wail rises out of his throat, muffled against Matt's neck, fingers spasming, clutching desperately at Matt's, needing him to follow him over the edge.]
[That desperate press of Elfangor's fingers, all the touch he can give Matt now, feels almost as amazing as him quaking under Matt, giving himself up to this, and Matt's right there with him, swept away by the searing heat, biting down on his lower lip to muffle his own cry of release. The moment he can think straight enough, he wrenches the shirt away to free Elfangor's hands.]
[As soon as Elfangor's hands are free they are reaching up, palms pressing against Matt's face, fingers tangling in his hair, drawing him close for a thorough, languid kiss. He still needs to catch his breath, but oh, this is more a pressing need, and his tongue soothes over the place where Matt had bitten himself.]
Mmm... so fucking amazing. [He smiles, playing with the hair that has fallen into Matt's face. Finally unhooks his legs from around his waist, sliding down to tangle with Matt's.]
Always, [Matt whispers, tracing along Elfangor's cheekbone with his fingertips. He loves this so much, the quieting-down moments after, when his heart's still racing and he's both wrapped around and surrounded by warmth. It still amazes him that they're like this, blazing need not cooling, but shifting into tenderness.]
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Didn't you ask me once-- [He shifts back, thrusts hard again, and goes breathless as he keeps moving.] Oh-- If I wouldn't rather have to take what you gave me? [He punctuates this with a nip to Elfangor's earlobe.]
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Ohhh, ask me for it--
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[He lunges up, latches onto a spot just beneath Matt's jaw, biting and sucking, needing to drive Matt just as crazy as he's driven him.]
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So fucking beautiful, oh, wanna feel you come--
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Mmm... so fucking amazing. [He smiles, playing with the hair that has fallen into Matt's face. Finally unhooks his legs from around his waist, sliding down to tangle with Matt's.]
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