[It's getting more and more difficult for Matt to keep from reaching out, from grabbing at Lance. He's gotten so close, he's breathing not-so-innocent questions into overheated freckled skin, he smells like curiosity and youth and longing and Matt sways forward, eyes half-closed, breath coming harsh and ragged.
The touch over his stomach isn't helping much either. Matt is small, slender and delicate-boned, and the effect of his pregnancy is startling, even barely halfway through -- his small frame straining to bear the weight of the kits he carries, the squirms and movement almost visible in the bulge of his belly. Lance's hands roam freely there, if nowhere else, and Matt's panting for breath, every inhale and exhale tugging at the chain, near-torturous.
All his squirming and shifting has the robe opening wider, showing that the chain is flush with the lower curve of his belly, disappearing between the slender V of his hips, the tops of his thighs revealed, quivering and shining slickly with how aroused he is. Matt shifts backwards, propping himself up on his hands, breath heaving out of him now, his small flushed tits bouncing with the movement. It'd be so easy for Lance to pull away that last bit of cloth, to leave him completely naked, to see where that tormenting chain ends, to watch Matt come just from the piercings tugging mercilessly on each other.
He manages to nod, hair loose from the braid, sticking to his sweat-damp forehead and neck in messy coils.] I-It was...I barely noticed it before, but...god, I've never had this many, I-I've never been so full, I don't know how much longer I can stand it...
[He licks his lips, looks up hopefully at Lance, voice hoarse.] I-I...I want it all the time now. It...hurts, not to be touched, doesn't it? You know, d-don't you? It aches.
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The touch over his stomach isn't helping much either. Matt is small, slender and delicate-boned, and the effect of his pregnancy is startling, even barely halfway through -- his small frame straining to bear the weight of the kits he carries, the squirms and movement almost visible in the bulge of his belly. Lance's hands roam freely there, if nowhere else, and Matt's panting for breath, every inhale and exhale tugging at the chain, near-torturous.
All his squirming and shifting has the robe opening wider, showing that the chain is flush with the lower curve of his belly, disappearing between the slender V of his hips, the tops of his thighs revealed, quivering and shining slickly with how aroused he is. Matt shifts backwards, propping himself up on his hands, breath heaving out of him now, his small flushed tits bouncing with the movement. It'd be so easy for Lance to pull away that last bit of cloth, to leave him completely naked, to see where that tormenting chain ends, to watch Matt come just from the piercings tugging mercilessly on each other.
He manages to nod, hair loose from the braid, sticking to his sweat-damp forehead and neck in messy coils.] I-It was...I barely noticed it before, but...god, I've never had this many, I-I've never been so full, I don't know how much longer I can stand it...
[He licks his lips, looks up hopefully at Lance, voice hoarse.] I-I...I want it all the time now. It...hurts, not to be touched, doesn't it? You know, d-don't you? It aches.