La Maison 3: Pretty (Complete: mxm)

Chapter 25: Guzel

A/N: I just felt like some fluff

"Are you tired?"

It had been a long day. Gray had told Mat he had no qualms in fast-tracking him, because none of the skills he wanted to learn were edgeplay, and therefore had fewer safety risks. And that was fine, Mat was more than happy to learn how to tie River down with careful but secure knots, that he could pull free with a single quick tug, in an extended session. Followed by how to turn the light skin of his ass a rosy pink that wouldn't bruise, with evenly placed hand smacks, and a brighter red with a paddle, that might bruise just a bit, if they wanted it to and if he applied the right kind of pressure.

But the sessions had taken most of the day, and been surprisingly tiring, and Mat looked like he was going to fall asleep on his feet when they got through the apartment door.

"A little. I'll be fine, Baby."

"Go take a shower and I'll order food."

"Aren't I meant to look after you?" Mat asked with a grin.

"Yup," River span on his heel and went to the fridge, grabbing an icy beer, which he passed to Mat with a matching smile. "But, just sometimes, I want you to want me to look after you, too."

"I can definitely take that."

Mat took a sip, before pulling River close with a passionate swoop. River giggled, and then laughed even harder when Mat just dropped a very tiny kiss on his nose before heading to the bathroom with a grin and a wink.

River ordered Thai food and prepared the couch with comfortable cushions. The food arrived just as Mat came out, looking refreshed but still sleepy, very obviously wearing nothing but a pair of soft, old sweats.

"Sit here."

River pointed to the careful nest he'd created on the couch and watched happily while Mat settled into it with his food and a fresh beer.

"Where will you sit, Riv?"

Mat looked confused at the overstuffed couch, that left no room for River, but he perked up when River picked up the pillow he'd earmarked for himself, placing it between Mat's parted legs.

"Do you mind?"

"Of course not. But I thought you didn't like being fed?"

"Not food," River responded disingenuously with a smirk, lowering himself to his knees.

"What the-? Oh."

River looked up to see Mat's vibrant blue eyes fixed on him as he gently shifted the loose waistband down, revealing the soft, thick length of his cock.

"May I?"

"Um, what are we going for, baby?"

"Can I keep you warm?"

"War-, oh. You mean-?"

Mat was clearly both blindsided and delighted, nodding eagerly as he watched River lower his mouth down. There was no urgency to his movement; his tongue pressed firmly against the underside, but didn't twist or lathe. Mat groaned, but went back to his food, and a few moments later, clicked on the TV.

The sound was low, and River found it easy to ignore, just focusing on the hot, heavy pressure against his tongue, letting his head rest against the crook of Mat's thigh. He let his eyes close, though he wasn't asleep, or even really sleepy. Simply content. He didn't worry when the saliva built up enough to escape the corner of his lips – Mat wouldn't care.

He could feel Mat shifting every now and then, though there was no need to bother working out why, knowing it would be maybe changing the channel, or taking a sip of beer. Though he did let out an unintentional moan when he felt Mat's fingers in his hair, playing with the smooth strands, massaging his scalp. Mat's cock twitched at that, but rested heavy again, under control quickly.

River had no idea how long they'd sat like that, so close and so relaxed, but he eventually felt Mat move a little more purposefully, gripping his hair just enough to send sparks.

"You look incredible with my cock in your mouth, Riv."

River could tell what he wanted; hummed in response while he swallowed down the pooling saliva. The reaction was immediate: Mat's cock began to firm, to fill his mouth even more, pushing further back.

Mat lifted his hands away, causing a distressed mewl to come from River's throat, and he lifted his hand up to grab them back, without lifting his head. When he caught one he placed it back onto his hair, squeezing down on Mat's digits with a determined murmur.

"Is this what you want?" Mat whispered. "You want me to use your mouth?"

River didn't bother with a noise, instead responding with a push of his tongue, running it around the now hard length as he finally sucked, shifting his lips to massage along the thick length.

"You love it, don't you? Love worshipping my cock with that pretty mouth of yours? Love showing me what you can do? You're so good, Riv, so good for me."

River hummed his agreement again, the reaction bigger this time, as Mat gripped his hair tighter, thrusting up with a gasp. River relaxed his throat, though Mat was careful to keep the force of his hips short, letting River's tongue working along the pulsing vein as his mouth was used.

Mat kept the shots of his hips short, letting River respond to the slide of hot flesh, his mouth wet and relaxed, his mind still focused only on what he could feel, even as the jabs increased in speed.

"I'm gonna come, baby. Do you want to taste me?"

River just gripped onto Mat's thighs tight, taking a quick breath before he felt Mat let go with a long exhale, cursing as he filled River's mouth.

"Fuck, Riv."

He pulled River up, kissing the taste of himself from his mouth, sliding his hands into River's pants. There was little finesse at the awkward angle, but River didn't need it after the lazy build, and it only took a few strokes for him to come over Mat's hand.

He grasped Mat's wrist, watching the darkness take over the blue eyes as he lapped his own cum from Mat's palm until Mat grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into a bruising kiss.

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"How'd I get this lucky?"

River ignored the question, wriggling back against Mat instead, encouraging him to wrap his arms more firmly. It was the only night of the week he'd actually be falling asleep with his boyfriend, his Dom (when it suited them both), and he was making the most of it. They'd be doing more training with Gray, but most evenings Mat was tied up with his show and River would be asleep before he ever got home. So he let himself drift with the feeling of Mat's breath on the back of his neck, managing a mumbled response when Mat breathed 'I love you' across his shoulder blades.