Intertwined Souls (Matty Healy/George Daniel)

19: "Perfect"

Matty had assumed that after their session in the club, he'd calm down a bit, or maybe George would have, but when George pushes him against the wall of his apartment the second the door closes behind them and kisses him, Matty's cock swells and his stomach churns in anticipation of more.

Matty's lips feel puffy and used, but he pushes against George's mouth eagerly anyway, deepening the kiss until he feels George's teeth nipping at his skin. Matty can't get enough, it's almost as if he'll never be sated, and it's only when he gets so lost in their motions that he forgets to breathe that he's forced to pull away.

"I love kissing you," George murmurs as Matty gasps for air, his forehead leaning against Matty's in a gentle fashion that has Matty's heart fluttering in his chest even as his cock pulses against his zipper. "I don't want to stop."

"Then don't," Matty encourages him.

George takes Matty advice, kissing him like he'll die if he breaks the contact of their mouths, leaving Matty weak at the knees and clinging to the fabric of George's stained shirt. Eventually, Matty's brain gets the brilliant idea to remove the piece of fabric from George's body, and fuck - he's so glad that he does.

"Bloody hell, you're fit," Matty exhales heavily. He's a bit embarrassed by how awestruck he sounds, but it's the truth.

Endearingly enough, George blushes in the way of a response, making Matty fall that much harder for him in the process.

"And you're gorgeous," George adds a few seconds later.

Matty melts then and there, his bones turn to jelly and he actually sways in place for a moment. George seems to notice his unsteady movements since he steps forward and braces Matty with a soft touch to his shoulder, which Matty leans into gratefully.

Matty briefly wonders if he's caught in an amazing dream, because this seems too good to be real. He knows it's not though, he didn't make George up, even if it seems that he did at times.

He can't believe he's here though, that George is his, at least for the night, and hopefully longer than that, but if by some slim chance this is a fantasy that his mind has concocted, Matty is determined to make the most of it.

"Take me to bed?" Matty asks breathily, a shiver running down his spine when George nods eagerly before letting Matty lead him down the short hallway into his room.

Matty tumbles backward onto the mattress when the back of his knees hit it, pulling George down with him in the process. George reattaches their lips again instantly, his tongue stealing Matty's air and his coherency as it sweeps into his mouth as soon as he parts his teeth.

"What do you want from me?" George eventually asks when Matty begins bucking upward needily, his messy hair and blown out pupils causing the desperation Matty is barely holding back to flare up suddenly.

"Fuck me George - please?" Matty begs.

Matty knows they are moving quickly once again, but as he had already decided in the club, he doesn't care as long as George is on the same page. They've done their share of waiting, and if he doesn't get George's cock inside of him soon, he thinks he might actually cry.

"God Matty," George groans softly as his hands begin tearing at Matty's clothes, removing them so quickly that Matty is surprised that nothing is ripped in the process, not that he would mind if it was.

Matty gasps as the cool air of the room hits his heated cock once George manages to pull down his leather trousers, the contrasting temperatures somehow increasing his arousal. Matty feels like he's weighed down with desire, his limbs seem heavy and languid, and all he wants is for George to take care of him, which George appears intent on doing.