Matt's tongue works over him as if Matt's savoring a particularly sweet ice cream cone: long swirling licks around his crown, spiraling deeper and deeper before flicking back up to lap at his tip. Liam leans back and spreads his legs wider, and Matt tucks his arms under Liam's thighs, holding him in place as he licks and sucks. Liam can hardly keep his eyes focused. Matt's tongue is good for more than reeling off character actions and reactions.
"Oh my fucking God," Liam breathes, looking down at the top of Matt's head. Matt glances up at him and gives him a sly smile around his mouthful before lowering his head to take Liam deep, deep, deep in, one long slow practiced movement until Liam's cockhead nudges the back of Matt's throat. He feels Matt's throat contract as Matt swallows against him and lets out a loud groan, eyes closing as Matt's tongue caresses the underside of his cock.
When Matt lifts up to tongue at the head of Liam's cock he notices that Liam's got his eyes closed. "Watch me," he says, voice a little rough. "Eyes open."
Liam's hand twitches, comes up off the couch, reaches for Matt's head, and then drops back to the couch. Matt gives him another sly smile and pulls right off to tease with tiny little licks at the very tip of Liam's cock, which is taut and dark and leaking pre-come.
Looking up at Liam through the veil of his eyelashes, Matt can see Liam struggling with how to react to this overt tease. Finally his hand comes back up again, seizing the nape of Matt's neck, twisting into his hair, and Matt lets out a moan of pleasure as Liam forces his mouth back down. He feels like he's going to just about come from the rough treatment. It's a pleasure to surrender control, to be controlled. Liam's hard, solid length is a delicious mouthful and while Matt knows he will never quite be able to explain this he's not particularly moved to.
Liam can't keep from thrusting up into Matt's lovely mouth, looking down as directed to watch the push of his cock through those enticing lips, the way Matt's cheeks hollow as he sucks, and the way his throat works when he swallows. His fingers tighten in Matt's hair and Matt fucking whimpers around him. Liam grabs Matt's wrist with his free hand, bearing down on it hard, and Matt's body jerks in response.
He wants to say what the fuck is this, why is this happening, but all that comes out is a strangled, "Fuck, Matt!"
Matt uncurls his arm from around Liam's thigh and works it up under his own chin to where he can tease at Liam's balls, which are drawn up tight. Liam curses again at the feeling, especially when Matt squeezes a little, and rides up even harder into Matt's mouth.
It would probably be polite to let Matt know he's gonna come soon, but Liam can't make words. All he can do is tug at Matt's hair. Matt makes a negatory sound and Liam just lets go, shooting hard down Matt's throat, all his awareness condensed down to the pure hot pleasure as Matt sucks him dry.
Liam slumps back against the back of the couch, panting and spent. Matt backs off of him and stands up, wiping his mouth casually with the back of his hand before sitting next to Liam, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Liam yanks him into a savage, harder kiss, tasting himself on Matt's tongue, feeling Matt's answering moan rather than hearing it.
It's a fairly simple matter to get Matt's pants off, unsurprisingly; all he has to do is begin working Matt's belt open and Matt's back on his feet, slipping the leather free of the buckle and shrugging his jeans down off over his slim hips, kicking them free onto the floor. Liam is also not surprised to see that Matt isn't wearing anything underneath his jeans.
Matt seems unsure where to go after that; Liam solves the problem for him by pulling him down onto Liam's lap, one arm around Matt's waist to hold him in place, the other slipping between their bodies and closing readily, easily, around Matt's cock. He'd thought it might be weird, but apparently reciprocating after getting an amazing blowjob isn't as socially awkward a situation as he'd expected.
Matt leans into Liam's body and hand and lips, letting Liam's mouth claim his in another long, scorching kiss. He rocks against Liam's hand, letting Liam build him up with long, slow strokes. After the hectic pleasure of getting Liam off it's quiet, good—almost too slow.
"Come on," he mumbles against Liam's mouth, and Liam gives Matt a sly smile of his own and continues the slow strokes. He builds up the pace and drops back; builds up the pace and drops back. Matt drops his forehead to Liam's shoulder, feeling the flex and pull of Liam's muscles as he works him.
"Fuck, just..."
"You did me your way, let me do you mine."
Matt bucks into Liam's hand, gasping for breath, and Liam's fingers still at the base of his cock, tightening ruthlessly until Matt manages a breathless, "Please!"
"Please what?"
"Let me come." He lifts his head from Liam's shoulder to say it, eye to eye with Liam, and Liam realizes that maybe he's not in complete control over Matt after all. "Or are you scared of getting messy?"
Liam forgoes his grip on Matt's waist to grab his hair last time and bring him in for another hot, sharp—and yes, messy—kiss as he squeezes Matt's cock hard and jerks him fast, drawing Matt's orgasm out of him unexpectedly quickly, in a burst of wet heat that stripes over both their stomachs. Matt collapses against him, breathing rapidly, letting out a half-laugh.
"Wow. Fuck."
"Yeah. Fuck." Liam lets him go, wiping his hand across the small curve of Matt's belly and putting both arms around Matt's waist. Matt leans his forehead against Liam's. "Where did that come from?"
Matt gives him a catlike smile. "Never ask the DM that."
Liam laughs. It's good enough. It'll have to be. He doesn't think he's going to get more of an answer out of Matt than that—but there might be other things he'll get out of Matt in the future.
"Persuasion, With Advantage", Liam/Matt, NC-17, post-ep-13, 3/3
"Oh my fucking God," Liam breathes, looking down at the top of Matt's head. Matt glances up at him and gives him a sly smile around his mouthful before lowering his head to take Liam deep, deep, deep in, one long slow practiced movement until Liam's cockhead nudges the back of Matt's throat. He feels Matt's throat contract as Matt swallows against him and lets out a loud groan, eyes closing as Matt's tongue caresses the underside of his cock.
When Matt lifts up to tongue at the head of Liam's cock he notices that Liam's got his eyes closed. "Watch me," he says, voice a little rough. "Eyes open."
Liam's hand twitches, comes up off the couch, reaches for Matt's head, and then drops back to the couch. Matt gives him another sly smile and pulls right off to tease with tiny little licks at the very tip of Liam's cock, which is taut and dark and leaking pre-come.
Looking up at Liam through the veil of his eyelashes, Matt can see Liam struggling with how to react to this overt tease. Finally his hand comes back up again, seizing the nape of Matt's neck, twisting into his hair, and Matt lets out a moan of pleasure as Liam forces his mouth back down. He feels like he's going to just about come from the rough treatment. It's a pleasure to surrender control, to be controlled. Liam's hard, solid length is a delicious mouthful and while Matt knows he will never quite be able to explain this he's not particularly moved to.
Liam can't keep from thrusting up into Matt's lovely mouth, looking down as directed to watch the push of his cock through those enticing lips, the way Matt's cheeks hollow as he sucks, and the way his throat works when he swallows. His fingers tighten in Matt's hair and Matt fucking whimpers around him. Liam grabs Matt's wrist with his free hand, bearing down on it hard, and Matt's body jerks in response.
He wants to say what the fuck is this, why is this happening, but all that comes out is a strangled, "Fuck, Matt!"
Matt uncurls his arm from around Liam's thigh and works it up under his own chin to where he can tease at Liam's balls, which are drawn up tight. Liam curses again at the feeling, especially when Matt squeezes a little, and rides up even harder into Matt's mouth.
It would probably be polite to let Matt know he's gonna come soon, but Liam can't make words. All he can do is tug at Matt's hair. Matt makes a negatory sound and Liam just lets go, shooting hard down Matt's throat, all his awareness condensed down to the pure hot pleasure as Matt sucks him dry.
Liam slumps back against the back of the couch, panting and spent. Matt backs off of him and stands up, wiping his mouth casually with the back of his hand before sitting next to Liam, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Liam yanks him into a savage, harder kiss, tasting himself on Matt's tongue, feeling Matt's answering moan rather than hearing it.
It's a fairly simple matter to get Matt's pants off, unsurprisingly; all he has to do is begin working Matt's belt open and Matt's back on his feet, slipping the leather free of the buckle and shrugging his jeans down off over his slim hips, kicking them free onto the floor. Liam is also not surprised to see that Matt isn't wearing anything underneath his jeans.
Matt seems unsure where to go after that; Liam solves the problem for him by pulling him down onto Liam's lap, one arm around Matt's waist to hold him in place, the other slipping between their bodies and closing readily, easily, around Matt's cock. He'd thought it might be weird, but apparently reciprocating after getting an amazing blowjob isn't as socially awkward a situation as he'd expected.
Matt leans into Liam's body and hand and lips, letting Liam's mouth claim his in another long, scorching kiss. He rocks against Liam's hand, letting Liam build him up with long, slow strokes. After the hectic pleasure of getting Liam off it's quiet, good—almost too slow.
"Come on," he mumbles against Liam's mouth, and Liam gives Matt a sly smile of his own and continues the slow strokes. He builds up the pace and drops back; builds up the pace and drops back. Matt drops his forehead to Liam's shoulder, feeling the flex and pull of Liam's muscles as he works him.
"Fuck, just..."
"You did me your way, let me do you mine."
Matt bucks into Liam's hand, gasping for breath, and Liam's fingers still at the base of his cock, tightening ruthlessly until Matt manages a breathless, "Please!"
"Please what?"
"Let me come." He lifts his head from Liam's shoulder to say it, eye to eye with Liam, and Liam realizes that maybe he's not in complete control over Matt after all. "Or are you scared of getting messy?"
Liam forgoes his grip on Matt's waist to grab his hair last time and bring him in for another hot, sharp—and yes, messy—kiss as he squeezes Matt's cock hard and jerks him fast, drawing Matt's orgasm out of him unexpectedly quickly, in a burst of wet heat that stripes over both their stomachs. Matt collapses against him, breathing rapidly, letting out a half-laugh.
"Wow. Fuck."
"Yeah. Fuck." Liam lets him go, wiping his hand across the small curve of Matt's belly and putting both arms around Matt's waist. Matt leans his forehead against Liam's. "Where did that come from?"
Matt gives him a catlike smile. "Never ask the DM that."
Liam laughs. It's good enough. It'll have to be. He doesn't think he's going to get more of an answer out of Matt than that—but there might be other things he'll get out of Matt in the future.
He's looking forward to finding out.