La Maison 3: Pretty (Complete: mxm)

Chapter 3 - Falleg

"You going to let me fuck you, Pretty Boy?" Mat purred, pushing River back against his door, in a mirror of what had happened at the party.

They'd hurried back to dorms, but River couldn't quite keep hold of the euphoria knowing that Mat wanted him had brought. Mat thought he was pretty, which was...cool, he guessed. He watched his own face in the dim mirror above his desk – he was pretty. Even though he couldn't see his eyes properly in the dim light he knew they were interesting – clear and pale green, with a circlet of very dark blue around them, long black lashes. He wouldn't look so young if he could grow some facial hair – maybe he could manage 'handsome' if that miracle ever occurred, but he made sure his thick brown hair was cut well. His body was decent from running and swimming, even if he'd never have the sexy big muscles Mat had. So, yeah, pretty. And Mat liked it. Which made sense, if he thought about it – Mat did like pretty people. He fucked a different one every week. And River was about to be added to the tally.

But, if it was all he was going to get, he'd take it. How tragic, to be so desperate to have something that you'd take it in such weakened form. He wasn't proud of himself, but-

"Where'd you go, Baby?"

Mat came up from where he'd been kissing along River's chest, his big hands resting on either side of River's face.

"Nowhere," River forced out a chuckle.

"You know we don't have to do this, right? If you don't- if you don't want that from me. I'll understand. I won't be annoyed."

"I know you won't. But I do, come here."

River pulled Mat into a kiss, and it didn't take long for the slightly fake passion to build back into something real, and needy, and overwhelming.

River let himself be maneuvered to the bed, his shirt disappearing somewhere on the way, dropping back so Mat could tug his jeans off with a laugh, throwing his sneakers randomly to the corner. They stopped, both breathless, River naked, looking up at Mateo, still fully clothed, which could have been embarrassing, if it wasn't for the look of wonder on his face.

"You're so gorgeous," he said, lunging down to cover River's mouth, tongue determined and slick, tasting and dominant.

"Wait," River pushed him back, just enough to breath, "let me..."

"As if, Babe. I've got you, just enjoy the ride. I've gotta get my fill of this perfection."

River flopped back as Mat kissed down his chest, grazing teeth across his nipples until he was arching into his hands, needing more. As if he sensed the silent plea, Mat pulled one into his mouth, sucking hard, tickling with his tongue while his teeth worried the sensitive flesh and River felt it as a flashpoint of pleasure.

"Nipples are a tick, then," Mat murmured as he moved down more, nipping and sucking blooming roses into River's softly olive skin as he moaned, reaching his hands over his head to grasp the bars of the headboard, needing something to ground him.

Mat gave a few tender striping licks up River's cock, as River looked down the length of his body, watching the gleam in the dark eyes that gazed back at him.

"Delicious as this is," he whispered, before sucking just the head into his mouth, flicking his tongue over River's leaking tip, coming back up with a pop, "I have something else in mind."

River shivered at the look in Mat's eyes as he pulled his thighs wide, sucking his own thumb between his lips before running the pad against the firm muscle.