𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

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When I got home it was already dark. There were no lights in the house, so when I entered the apartment I thought Matt was somewhere with Camilla. I took the keys out of the hole, walked into the living room, and after taking off my jacket and throwing it on the sofa, I almost lost my mind with fear when a muffled scream broke out. The keys bounced off something and fell to the floor. Damn.

"Matt!" I screamed without turning on the lights because when it moved I could clearly see the shadowy figure lying on the couch in the dark.

"Damn, are you trying to kill me?" He hissed as he sat lightly on the couch, his hand coming up, presumably to press it to his forehead. How was I supposed to know he was sleeping there?

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... I didn't see you..." I stuttered and ran to him and moved to kneel next to the sofa, placing my knees on the floor, but one of my hands, which had moved to search for his face in the darkness, was caught in the air by another with a powerful force. The grip pulled me to the couch. He pulled me tightly to his side, though not on top of him. I landed next to Matt.

Was he dreaming? Or was it me? I was lying next to him. Over my right shoulder, our faces facing each other. At that moment, the eyes I saw crawling through the windows in the shadows of the living room were tightly closed. His mouth is open as if something will come out at any moment, but he is silent. "M-Matt..." I said his name slowly once, to wake him up if he was sleeping or something, I don't know. He gave no reaction. He just took a blow to his head, could he have fainted?

"Matt..."

On my second call, his eyebrows arched toward his forehead, his eyes still tightly closed. I felt a soft palm placed on my waist from the left side. A hot one. It's so hot and humid that you can even feel it through the texture of the thick turtleneck I'm wearing. I turned around as if paralyzed. My mind was racing, my mouth was dry. He squeezed his fingers gently, as if trying to keep my body still. A slight rustle was heard as the heartbeats of the two men lying silently in the dark mingled with each other. His warm hand, warmed by the remnants of sleep on his body, was slipping under my sweater. What's this?

When his skin, the rough, hard skin of his fingertips, rubbed against my skin, I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. An embarrassed groan escaped my mouth. Wow. Am I this hungry? Am I this hungry to be discovered and touched by a man like him?

His hand rolled something in his mouth as the heel of his palm pressed against my waist, it came out more like a growl but I could hear it. "It feels so good..."

I breathed as my body exploded into a ball of fire, "Why did you kiss me, Matt?" It was a whisper.

"Fucking good..." He breathed, "You smell good. I want to do it again..."

My mind was screaming in protest. Asking him what this is about, telling him I can't help him whether he's out for ridiculous revenge on his girlfriend or whether he's suffering from a suffocating identity confusion. But none of it happened, my mouth remained silent, I impulsively approached him and instead of his lips, the tip of my nose gently touched his chin, stroked it a few times to get it to lift, and when he lifted it, it found the edge of his neck, pressing his head into the pillows. 

I did. I put my lips to the spot where the woody, masculine, warm scent spread, which I quickly became addicted to. My mouth found his pulse pounding wildly against the skin on the right side of his neck, I pressed my lip once and pulled back. I let out a very distinct moan.

Matt tilted his head higher, giving real access for his neck as his other hand settled on the right side of my waist, "Do it again..."

Damn you, Matt... I growled like a fucking savage. It was hard to believe, but I got up on my knees and positioned myself on top of him, my legs on either side of his hard, thick tank top thighs, my jaw clenched and my hands balled into fists on either side of Matt's head. At this point I was practically climbing onto his lap, his erection hardening in the middle of his sweatpants rubbing against my inner thighs. It hasn't reached its full size yet, only half hard. But it felt so good.