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mattheo riddle: seven minutes in heaven

you never expected to be stuck in a small room with him. the air was thick with tension as you sat on opposite sides of the small space, awkwardly avoiding each other's gazes. the only sounds in the cramped area were the rhythmic ticking of the timer and the occasional muffled laughs or shouts from the group of friends outside.

as the seconds ticked by, you found yourself stealing glances at him every few moments. his tousled hair and the way he ran his fingers through it made your heart race. and you caught him sneaking looks at you too.

with only five minutes left, the room seems to grow smaller, and the silence between you both starts to feel unbearable. the air is charged with electricity, each passing second making your heart pound harder in your chest.

he finally turns to you, his eyes locking onto yours. the intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't look away.

three minutes left. the moment stretches out, seconds feeling like hours. neither of you speaks, but the air crackles with unspoken feelings and stolen glances. the distance separating you feels both too close and too far.

with one minute and thirty seconds left, you can't bear the tension any longer. his presence is overwhelming, and your heart feels like it's going to burst out of your chest. suddenly, he moves closer to you, his knee brushing against yours. the small contact sends a jolt of electricity through you.

the timer ticks down the last minute, and the room feels like it's closing in. the tension between you is almost tangible. he moves even closer, his eyes never leaving yours. his hand reaches out, gently touching your leg.

"only a minute left," he whispers, his voice hoarse. the moment has become so intense that words feel inadequate. you can feel his breath on your face, and the space between you seems to shrink even more.

you swallow and nod. "yeah... we- we should just... wait it out," you say.

he lets out a bitter chuckle, his hand sliding further up your thigh. "wait it out? are you sure?" he asks, his voice laced with a hint of challenge. his fingers trace small circles on your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

you feel your breath hitching. he is so close now you can feel the heat radiating off his body. you try to keep your cool, but his touch is unraveling you. "y-yeah... we should..." you stutter, your voice betraying your shaky resolve.

he leans in further, his lips almost touching your ear. his hand squeezes your thigh, sending a wave of heat straight to your core. "i don't think i can wait any longer," he murmurs, his words making your heart skip a beat.

the room suddenly feels suffocatingly small. the air is thick with tension and desire. he is so close now, you can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "you feel it too, don't you?" he whispers, his hand slipping higher up your thigh.

he moves closer, trapping you against the wall. his body presses against yours, leaving no space between you. his lips hover just millimeters away from yours, his breath hot on your skin. "we have forty-five seconds left," he murmurs.

his words send a jolt of electricity through you. forty-five seconds, just forty-five seconds until someone will likely come and open the door. but right now, it feels like the rest of the world doesn't exist. all you can focus on is him, his body against yours, the heat of his lips so close.

he closes the distance, his lips softly brushing against yours. the touch is electric, sending pulses of heat straight to your core. your body responds instantly, leaning into him, your hands finding their way around his neck.

he deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips. you open your mouth, letting him in. the kiss quickly becomes more intense, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. you lose yourself in the sensation, your hands gripping the back of his shirt, drawing him closer.

within seconds, the kiss turns deeper, more desperate. he presses you firmly against the wall, his body flush against yours. his hands roam your body, igniting a wildfire of desire within you.

his lips leave yours, trailing kisses down your neck. his teeth graze your skin, sending waves of pleasure shuddering through your body. your fingers dig into his shoulders, clinging to him as if he is the only thing keeping you grounded.

he works his way back up to your ear, nibbling gently. "thirty seconds," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. a low moan escapes your lips, your mind in a haze of pleasure and need.

he captures your lips once more, his tongue tracing over yours, igniting a new wave of desire. one of his hands slides under the hem of your shirt, his fingers splaying over the bare skin of your stomach.

he pushes you back against the wall, pinning you there. his hands roam your body, each touch leaving a trail of fire on your skin. you can feel his need, mirrored in your own body. the countdown is almost forgotten, the minutes disappearing into the overwhelming sensation of being so consumed by someone.

the kiss is fiery and intense, a clash of lips and teeth and tongue. your mind is blank, your body a mass of sensations. his touch burns like an inferno, and yet you want more. "fifteen seconds," he murmurs against your lips, his fingers leaving fiery trails on your skin.

he kisses you again, more urgently this time. his lips move against yours hungrily, as if he's trying to devour you. your bodies are flush against each other, his body pressing hard against you. you lose yourself in the moment, your thoughts scattered, your body on fire. he breaks the kiss, panting slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "ten seconds."

he kisses you again, hard and desperate. his hands grip your hips, holding you tightly against him. the need in his movement is almost feral, and you respond in kind, your hands digging into his skin. the kiss is messy, like you're both trying to devour each other.

the world around you melts away. there is only him and the heat of his body against yours. his touch, his taste, his scent, it is overwhelming, consuming you. "five seconds," he whispers, his breath ragged, his hand gripping your hip.

you hear the door handle turn, signaling that your time in the closet is nearly up. reluctantly, you begin to pull away from him, but he doesn't let you go. his hands grip your hips, holding you in place.

the moment feels suspended in time. the world outside the closet doesn't exist. you are lost in a sea of sensations, the heat of his body, the taste of his kiss, the feel of his hands on your skin. "and zero," he breathes, his lips still hovering just above your own.