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Each moment with Matt was just amazing to Tord. It was astonishing, still, that they were even together. Matt was such a pipedream romance that Tord believed every second of butterflies in his stomach to be a complete embarrassment to himself, and his friend. The fear of rejection kept him silent for a while.
But Matt would be a lot less subtle. He’d cuddle Tord on movie nights, take his friend’s clothes as if they were his own, constantly come to Tord’s room and talk on and on about a video he watched or an interesting philosophy he’d ruminated on. He always wanted Tord’s opinion, wanted him to know about his day, wanted to sit with him even in silence. Tord loved every moment hanging out with him, every conversation making him more and more sure of his romantic feelings for the other.
He nearly died trying to tell Matt how he felt, but there was no use hiding it. It had gotten pretty obvious, they’d shared “I love you”s all while claiming it as platonic. Yet now here they were, a couple. Tord is staring up at the ceiling in his room, grinning widely at the thought of his boyfriend. Almost on summon, Matt comes in with a stumble to his step. He tiredly flops on the bed, facing Tord.
“Hey... You don’t mind if I sleep here tonight, do you?” He cocks his head to the side. Tord smiles.
“Course not... Any particular reason?” Tord asks curiously, still laying on his back with his hands intertwined on his stomach.
“I just missed you...” Matt admits, laying back so that he’s now resting on Tord’s gently crossed legs. This makes Tord’s cheeks red, and his smile wider.
“Aww...” He giggles a little, looking to the side. He enjoys when Matt says cute things like that. Every day since they started dating, they’ve talked and talked and Matt’s always saying the most lovey dovey things Tord’s ever heard from him. It’s so amazing, a side of him Tord didn’t know existed but adores so much.
Matt slowly wraps his arms around Tord’s figure, crawling so their faces are closer together. He gives Tord a quick peck. Tord kisses back as quickly as possible.
“What a gorgeous man you are...” Matt says, hovering over Tord’s body.
“Nothing compared to you, elskling,” Tord flirts back, putting a hand on Matt’s cheek. The feeling of joy that Matt’s admiration gives him is so overwhelming, Tord shuts his eyes grinning. Matt lays down on his side, carefully over Tord’s body. In turn, Tord holds him with both his arms. Matt gets comfortable in this position, allowing his face to fall in the crook of Tord’s neck. He breathes meditatively for a minute, drinking in Tord’s presence, but slowly his body relaxes. His breathing naturally evens out, and hits Tord’s neck with soft gusts every second.
Tord’s embarrassed to find... it sends shivers down his body. The sound of Matt’s breathing hits him right in the ear, and the feeling right on sensitive nerves. A blush creeps on his cheeks, almost tickling below his skin. He turns to a side of the room where he can’t see his restful lover’s face, shutting his eyes. This feeling he knows so well, yet he still felt it like starvation. A craving in his chest, in his head, in his groin.
Matt’s hand brushes the exposed skin on his arm, petting the hair along the area. Tord immediately feels his body shifting on its own, and instinctually he giggles. Matt giggles back, parting his lips and bringing himself even closer to Tord as he squeezes the other tight. His teeth press up against Tord’s neck, and even more giggling erupts from him.
“Ahh... hahaha....” Tord titters. He keeps his red face away from Matt, only leaving his neck more exposed to the smiling lips moving along it.
“Are you okay?” Matt tilts his head.
“Y-yeah... I just.. Uhm....” Tord peaks down, swiftly looks up, then shakingly to Matt. “Really like hearing y-your breathing...” He starts to twiddle his thumbs from behind Matt. Matt only seems happy about this, proud even.
“Thanks,” He hums. A few moments pass, and Matt’s breathing still knocks on Tord’s neck, exciting his body awake. And even worse, his hand has been trailing from arm, shoulder, to chest, and rubbing each for moments at a time.
Almost drooling, Tord can feel each pathetic twitch of it. He can’t tell if Matt understands what it’s doing to him or not, and awful guilt mixes with continued sensations. They’ve never talked about this, aside from passing jokes, flirtatious remarks, the typical fare. Yet Matt’s presence had never felt this exhilarating.
What was he meant to say? And why did the embarrassment only make him more aroused?
He could feel below him- shaking and begging- his growing piece of shame. And finally he opens his glazed mouth, trying not to let out a whimper before his words.
“B-babe...” Tord calls his attention.
“God, you sound adorable...” Matt answers without halting movement or looking up from the comfort of Tord’s body as a pillow. Tord chomps his bottom lip, and he swears tears form in his eyes. His whole body trembles with need.
“I’m... I think I’m... uhh... really turned on...” Tord chuckles weakly, attempting to mask his fear of making his partner uncomfortable. Yet Matt brushes his palm on Tord’s cheek with another sweet giggle.
“I know..” He kisses Tord’s neck this time, his legs wrapping Tord’s figure. “Do you want me to help?”
“P-pleaaase...” Tord’s voice is rough, barely above a whisper. Matt indulges his lover’s desires gladly, tongue meeting skin on Tord’s sweaty chin and neck. His one hand stays close to Tord’s face, while the other holds his thigh. Again, Tord’s body quivers, worse as Matt’s palm slides up and down his leg repeatedly. Tord leaves his lips on Matt’s forehead as the other tastes his body, gasping each time his body believes Matt will touch his very object of begging. How much he’s wanted and needed Matt’s hands on his, how often Matt appraised Tord’s body and in this moment seems to worship it, it all sticks to Tord’s head like the hairs on his sweating face. A whine escapes his lips, his head throws back just as the fingers slip below the hem of his pants. He can’t express his pleasure in sounds anymore, in any way past the vibration in his body, gagging on his own voice. As soft hands hold him, and move upwards, downwards, then up again, one gentle second at a time. Matt moans under his breath. Right in Tord’s ear, it rings. It shakes him like a heavy, struck bell. It fucks him into submission. He whimpers, he gasps, he sputters hopelessly.
“M-Matt... God, please.” He grabs the wrist that’s close to his face, “I-I need you...” He says with a pouting face. Matt leaves his body to rest a second, pulling his hand from under the sheets, to where his face is. He drools on his palm, and even that excites Tord more. He bucks his hips, sending Matt to bounce up a bit, yet he only chuckles. He hums singly, as he spreads his slickened hand along and below Tord’s foreskin, then grabs from below, and pulls it over the end, and back down. Over and over he slides it quickly, twists his wrist, pulls just a little harshly. Tord yelps, and pleads for more.
“Ohh God...” He can’t begin to think through the beautiful clouds in his head, puffing up and making him feel lighter than air. He soaks in every touch, big and small, until his eyes are rolled back. A warm embrace on his leg, stiffened and humping, leaves him smirking. He grips Matt’s also quite shaky lower half, and helps him to friction it against his. “Please keep going...”
“God, you are SO hot...” Matt gasps out from the skin between his lips, before pulling his face from the hot body beneath him. His mouth comes back to Tord, this time meeting his own needy gob. Sucking tongues with him, each wanting the other to engulf them with the kiss, Matt’s pace quickens.
Though muffled, Tord’s moans grow louder and louder, peaking in a long groan that nearly brings Matt to the edge himself. Their lips part with a ‘pop’, as Tord collapses back onto his pillow. Liquid coats and sticks Matt’s hand, but it still spurts from Tord a few moments after Matt pulls away from it. It soaks his pants, and Tord feels it dripping over his hips. Matt’s hand, though still covered, grips Tord’s side farthest from him. Matt adjusts his crotch just above Tord’s, and brings them together in a tight embrace.
“Tord... Got any more in you?” Matt asks in his ear, breathy.
“Y-yes... Yes, please...”
And so Matt grinds down firmly, earning tired whimpers that boost his adrenaline. He moves against Tord, feeling such a mess that normally he’d grit his teeth at, yet pleasured by it. Distantly, he feels himself grow closer to his own finish, unraveling. His humping becomes desperate and harsh, flushed face buried in the mattress beside his boyfriend’s.
“Ple-Ase..” Tord’s voice cracks, doing Matt in. He groans out into the mattress with one last push against Tord’s body, and catches his breath over the feeling of emptying out. Tord sends another jolt against him, pulling him up with his hips. He makes a loud, exhausted sound, and then after a few moments, relaxes again. Matt sighs a long, deep sigh.
“Fuuck..” He says.
“Thank you... so much...” Tord breathes out.
“No problem...” Matt responds, more energetic, almost ecstatic. He feels such a pump of energy, he can’t help but grin at, and he sees Tord slowly regain that emotion as well.
“I love you,” they say in unison, tiredly giggling at it. “I love you, too,” they both say back.