[Liem feels something small and perfect and golden click into place at the sound of Matt’s breathless reply, like a skin-warmed key fitting snugly into a well-made lock; the beautiful, effortless alignment of two very small pieces of the universe. He draws a soft, sudden breath. In that moment, he suspects that there is nothing Matt could ask him for that wouldn’t tumble gladly into his possession.]
Oh—good boy.
[Finally, he ceases his steady stroking of Matt’s cock. He flicks off the low rumble of the toy that still fills him. The arm around him slides up past his waist, squeezes him gently and stills, a steadying presence against the tremors beginning to grip him. He murmurs again, tenderly.]
Good boy. That’s enough.
[He presses his cheek against the flushed skin of Matt’s neck, listening to the frantic beat of his heart in the stillness left by the absence of a buzzing toy or a scratching pen. Deliberately, he takes a deep, unhurried breath. And then, after a moment that feels longer than it is, he purrs into Matt’s ear.]
[ Matt hums for good boy when Liem says it, and hums again when he says it again. As the toy stops pulsing, he gasps--his body is so helplessly attuned to sensation now that any change draws a reaction.
A moment later, Liem's arm wraps around his waist. A firm, steady touch that seems disinclined to tease him any further, at least for now. Matt lets his weight settle, beginning to sink into his embrace. The pen dangles loosely from his fingertips. Liem's voice at his ear pulls another gasp from him, this one very soft. ]
I want you to fuck me, [ he murmurs. His head tilts, neck arching to put his ear closer to Liem's mouth. ] With your fingers, or your cock--but you. Make me come, please.
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Oh—good boy.
[Finally, he ceases his steady stroking of Matt’s cock. He flicks off the low rumble of the toy that still fills him. The arm around him slides up past his waist, squeezes him gently and stills, a steadying presence against the tremors beginning to grip him. He murmurs again, tenderly.]
Good boy. That’s enough.
[He presses his cheek against the flushed skin of Matt’s neck, listening to the frantic beat of his heart in the stillness left by the absence of a buzzing toy or a scratching pen. Deliberately, he takes a deep, unhurried breath. And then, after a moment that feels longer than it is, he purrs into Matt’s ear.]
Matt. Tell me what you want.
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A moment later, Liem's arm wraps around his waist. A firm, steady touch that seems disinclined to tease him any further, at least for now. Matt lets his weight settle, beginning to sink into his embrace. The pen dangles loosely from his fingertips. Liem's voice at his ear pulls another gasp from him, this one very soft. ]
I want you to fuck me, [ he murmurs. His head tilts, neck arching to put his ear closer to Liem's mouth. ] With your fingers, or your cock--but you. Make me come, please.