Scrum Half

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For the next few hours of the night, we cuddled and held each other, eventually falling asleep. I woke to the rustling of Matthew stirring in his slumber, so I turned to face him and stroked his cheek with the back of my hand. His eyes opened, sleep still clinging to his expression. It took a few moments for him to come round properly, and then he smiled; a soft smile playing at his lips: it was beautiful, so, so beautiful.
All of a sudden he attacked me in an embrace and jumped on top of me, kissing all over my face and neck. I couldn't help but laugh from the tickling sensation it left all over my body. He stopped for a moment and looked down on me, he smiled again and said "I love you so much..."
I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled his lips to mine, kissing him tenderly. He collapsed on top of me and snuggled his head into the crease of my neck.
"Okay let's get some breakfast, what do you fancy?" I asked him.
"You decide..." he replied.
We tumbled out of bed, and threw on our shirts, while holding each other in between each item of apparel we put on. I couldn't keep my hands off him.
We held hands as we walked down the stairs, and sauntered into the kitchen, the morning sun spilling onto the marble counter where the cans of Fanta still sat, half full from the night before, before we got busy...
I pulled the waffle iron out of the cupboard and slipped on an apron, only to feel two corse and playful hands snake round my waist.
"You look so hot.." he whispered in my ear as I snaked my head back, allowing him more access to my skin.
"Not now...the waffle batter will burn..." I said in between moans, to which he responded by dipping his long index finger into the batter and wiping it down my forehead.
I laughed and reciprocated the favour.
He span me around and began to kiss up and down my neck, pulling my waist against his, just like the night before. We embraced as he shoved me back against the counter top, only for the bowl of batter to spill all down my front, splashing parts of his body too.
"Sorry..." Matthew said, his eyes meeting mine longingly with his eyebrows slightly raised, "I think we need to shower..." I replied.
A smirk played at his lips and he answered with a kiss; deep and passionate. I grabbed his hands and led him to the bathroom, where we undressed each other, smearing the batter over our bodies even more.
After we removed our underwear, our lips connected again, as our hands searched each other's bodies. In a moment of sheer dominance I pulled away and gave Matthew a look of sultry seduction. I pushed his chest and forced him backwards into the shower, his back gently hitting the wall. The spray of the shower submerged us, as I kissed along Matthew's jaw line, he tilted his head up, biting his lip as I explored his bones.
My tong trailed down his chest, over his abs, as I knelt to the floor, submissively, but also taking charge to please him. I took his length into my mouth, and allowed my tong to massage against him. He moaned my name, and I took that as a sign that he loved it. I carried on, forcefully, becoming more confident in my progressing pace. Matthew pressed his fingers onto my head between my curls and pushed me down a little further. I carried on and rather quickly he came, I tried to swallow but it was too much and a little excess dribbled about the corner of my mouth. He wiped it off with his thumb.
Matthew grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me upwards to face him. He looked at my lips, smirked, and placed his thumb under my chin, pushing his mouth over mine; he kissed me. Quickly the kiss became forceful, he threw his tong in my mouth, and then continued to spin me around so that my back was facing him. With pleasure, Matthew pushed me against the wall, kissing the back of my neck and chewing lightly on my ear lobe. The palm of his hand pressed on the wall about a foot above where my shoulders were. Once again he was inside me. He pounded into me, and I let out a soft groan of sexual pleasure, which quickly intensified as he kissed my back. He quickened his pace and released himself, shortly followed by me. He turned me around and kissed me softly, as I watched our semen drift down the plug hole and off the polished marble walls of the shower. We finished washing, giving each other occasional kisses in between, and when we were done, we got out and dried ourselves, went back to my room, and cuddled under the sheets of my bed, bathing in each other's warmth.