Fingers
Gabriel was biting at his lower lip, trying to keep from whimpering out load as Matt teased at his hole. He tried to show his lover with his whole body how much he wanted him, how he could not wait any longer or he would be reduced to one quivering, pleading mess of need. Matt, knowing him so well, slid inside, one inch at a time, until Gabriel felt full and wonderfully complete.
Matt leaned down, gave Gabriel a gentle, deep kiss, before he braced himself on his hands again and started to fuck him. Oh glorious, wonderful fucking. Gabriel didn't bother to hold back, he moaned his appreciation of the big cock hitting him just right. Matt was so good at this.
Gabriel slid his hands up along Matt's muscled arms, scratching lightly with his fingernails, watching Matt's face, his intent gaze. He tangled his fingers in Matt's golden hair, the strands damp both from the shower and the sex. He could smell Matt's body wash mixing with the sweat and musk of their bodies, and the scent made him groan. Matt turned his head and muzzled Gabriel's palm, his breath hot against the skin. He gave him a glance, hot and playful, before he took two of the fingers in his mouth. Gabriel shivered, the feeling of being fucked as well as sucked – even if it was just his fingers – had his brain sizzling.
Matt knew, of course, his eyes intense behind his heavy lids. He sucked and teased and drove Gabriel expertly mad, and increasingly closer to his orgasm.
Then it was too much, Gabriel gasped, then shouted as he came. Matt moaned, Gabriel's fingers slipping from his mouth, and he was coming as well.
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