Moving through the hallway felt like slow motion. Mateo held onto Arthur's fingers tight and made eye contact with two women passing. Their smiles made him wonder if they knew what was happening. Did they know where the two of them were going? Were they cheering him on or smiling out of uncomfortableness? Arthur let go of his hand and unlocked the door, pulling him inside soon after. They removed their shoes and turned to face one another.
He started to speak, but before he could continue, the man's hands were on his hips and tugging him forward. He moved with Arthur until he'd trapped the older man between the wall and his body. Mateo's mind was racing. He wasn't sure if he was rethinking this or if he was just nervous. He distracted himself and stepped up on his toes to kiss him. It was slow and lingering, and he could taste their night on the tip of his tongue. Whiskey, and the sweetness of vanilla lip balm on his lips. Arthur groaned softly and wrapped his hands around the boy's waist. Mateo made a humming noise and broke the kiss, trailing more down his chin and throat. He could feel the man's pulse, fast and growing faster, and he licked against his skin.
Arthur shuddered. Mateo smiled softly and repeated it, a noise of his own rattling the back of his throat. He kissed lower, tugging the collar of his t-shirt down so that he could reach his clavicle. He sucked firmly, his lips stroking the hot flesh running taut over the bone. His hand found its way up through Arthur's hair and he pulled his head back, exposing more of his throat. Mateo had his way with it, pecking and sucking frivolously.
His hands absently groped for the hem of his shirt, and when they found it he tugged up and pulled it over his head. He tossed it away and turned his head, missing as it lingered in the air before falling beside the bed. Arthur, not wanting to be the only one shirtless, began unbuttoning Mateo's shirt. Mateo grew impatient and yanked the last few buttons open, tearing them from the fabric. He'd buy another one. Arthur slipped it down his shoulders and dropped his head to kiss him as the material lowered. It too was discarded without focus.
Arthur leaned down and grabbed the back of Mateo's thighs, pulling him from the ground. Mateo's legs wrapped around his waist tight and held on as his bare back was pressed against the wall. Arthur held onto him with one hand and pressed the other flush with the wall. Their lips were together again, this time more eager and hungry.
Mateo's hands slid along the ridges of his broad back, the slight goosebumps like braille to his touch. He moaned and began grinding his hips down. He could feel the hardness beneath him, and adding pressure to it only made Arthur grip his thigh harder. He let out a short grunt and kissed Mateo deeper. They were connected at the mouth until the boy pulled away to catch his breath.
Mateo's eyes fell upon the bed. Understanding his gaze, Arthur regained his grip and carried him from the door to the bed. Mateo held tight and peppered kisses across his skin as they moved. Soon Arthur laid him down, watching as his body eased down into the mattress. He leaned forward and unbuttoned Mateo's pants, and with a little help, he slid them down his legs, pausing to stroke his thighs tenderly. He stood back and took in the sight of the younger man, a faint smile on his face. Mateo's toes curled into the comforter and his knees touched, hiding away the tent in his underwear.
Arthur unzipped and unbuttoned his slacks and stepped out of them. He removed his socks as well. Watching Arthur strip down to only a pair of black boxer briefs was something Mateo hadn't realized he needed to see until now. It made his own erection feel even tighter in his underwear and he adjusted himself to relieve the pressure. Once he was free of clothing, Arthur climbed across the bed and situated himself between the other's legs. Mateo stared up at him, looked over his massive body looming over him, and smiled. Their lips reconnected once more.
Arthur's body pressed down against Mateo's like a puzzle piece that fit perfectly. Soon there were legs wrapped around his waist and he could feel his hardness pressed against Mateo's. He let out a small groan before rolling his hips down against him again. The room was filled with the sounds of their tiny jolts of pleasure, and with each faint touch came a sense of need for more. Mateo began meeting his downward moves, his legs squeezing tight around his waist as they worked their bodies together.
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Pillow Talk (Collection)
Romance"We are all born sexual creatures,thank God, but it's a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift." ― Marilyn Monroe All of the mature scenes in my stories published on Wattpad can be found here.
