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Suddenly, everything feels meaningless. It’s just the two of us who make sense, just him and I, enclosed within the suffocating walls of his dark room.
There’s a force pulling us together, the centimeters become millimeters, and the desire to kiss him starts to physically hurt. It’s like all our past jokes faded away, like they got overshadowed by this feeling, this intricate sensation that I experience every time I look at him. It’s about knowing that something is wrong, and not caring about it one bit.
“Matt…” I speak with my lips on his, my skin tingles, and he shuts me up with a single movement.
The moment we initiate the kiss, the moment his hot mouth mingles with mine, the moment I’ve been waiting for and dreaming about for so long, so desperately, so hungry for it to happen… just fucking happened.
There’s no need to explain it, no reason to stop, nothing holding us back. We’re ignoring it all.
“Mhm… Ah—” I moan in between the tiniest pauses we take to breath, raspy sounds escape from his throat as we keep making out. It’s soft, then passionate, then soft again. It’s like we’re tasting each other.
I’ve avoided this since forever, but deep down inside, I knew I couldn’t run away from bliss.
“Fuck,” Matt swears, pausing. “I love you, I love you so fucking much.” he tells me, almost causing a cry out of me. I contain myself, holding the back of his hair with the palm of my hand as he gently strokes my cheek with his thumb.
“I love you more. I wanted you Matt… for so fucking long.” I whine out, panting as I do. My eyebrows express pain, but my heart reached happiness for the first time.
A kiss on my cheek, “Now you have me,” another on my neck, “How does it feel to have me?” he murmurs.
I close my eyes, and whimper at his actions, “It feels great. So good. So damn good. I want to be yours.” I say, my tone is trembly.
“You’re mine. God, you’re mine. I wouldn’t let you go for any reason.” he lets me know, all he does is making me absolutely weak in the knees.
Our mouths keep touching and our tongues seem to be loving each other. I can’t help but make little sounds of pleasure.
I feel Matt smirk in between my lips, his hand placed on my neck gently pushes me an inch away. “You’re such a good boy… You really are a puppy.”
I put my fingers on his chest, sliding them down his crotch. I swallow thickly, “Let this pup make you happy...”
Matt caresses my face, “Say it. Say what you want to do.”
I bring my fingertips to the line of his jeans, tracing it slowly as I feel my own erection grow inside my boxers. “I want to suck your dick. Please, Matt, let me do it.”
He grabs me by my hair. “Do it, baby. Do it Chris.”
I bite my bottom lip, and keel down, as I keep holding eye contact. He gives me access to his legs by opening them, the view from down here is enough to turn me on even more, making it hard for me to sit still on the ground without moving my hips in such a needy and pathetic way.
I hate how strong is the effect he has on me by simply being himself. I can’t stand him. But I can’t deny how good it feels to be here right now, I’m struck by him in all possible ways. I’m this man’s brother, friend, now fucking lover and absolute property.
I unbutton his jeans, and pull down the zipper with my teeth, making him squirm in anticipation at the image.
I can’t believe I’m about to suck Matt off.
When the fabric moves out of the way, the last thing to put aside is his underwear. Red, like it’s not the most fucking attractive color of boxers he could’ve chosen to wear tonight. He’s got me horny like no one else.
“My God…” I comment at the visible bulge, focusing on the wet spot where his tip lays.
“You like what you see?” he asks me, creating a spontaneous little smile on my face.
“More than you would think, loverboy.” I say, sarcastically making fun of him.
“Don’t even call me that…” he complains in a small chuckle.
“I do whatever I want,” I instigate, impulsively licking the perfect silhouette of his boner covered by that red. I felt it twitch.
Matt’s neck drops on his shoulders, “Agh… you nasty fucking dog.” he whispers under his breath.
I give the tip a kiss before fully removing his underwear, rolling it down his hips to expose the wanted area. I get blinded by his beautiful, vulnerable hardness. It moves toward me, and I don’t need any other signals to know it wants to get eaten out.
I grace it with my hands, it’s burning hot. I move the skin down to the base, softly. My mouth comes closer, I breathe on it. I place my tongue on his glans, and welcome the whole thing inside of me in one bite.
Matt embraces the warmness of this scene, and the more I realize how this is really happening, the more I get hard myself.
I swirl my tongue around it rhythmically, moaning on it like my life depends on this. With one hand I stroke my crotch, still hiding behind my jeans. It almost hurts, but I love it.
“What a slut…” Matt starts, “How can you be so fucking good at eating cock? Is there someone else?”
“I’m not a whore, baby.” I say, talking on his erection, “But I can be one for you. Don’t you see?”
“I see it. Damn right I see it.” he pants, the faster I move my fingers on his dick. I cup his balls in my hand, and start sucking the tip again.
His moans increase, his length tenses up, and we both can feel it coming. A load of sperm hits my face, after Matt reaches his orgasm.
“Ough…” he whines, satisfied. I lick some of his cum away. He holds my face with roughness, forcing me to look in his direction.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he comments. I sense a spark of something in the air, like his words just marked the beginning of the end. But we know there won't be a finish line to this.
I guess I got lucky playing risky games.