[By the time Shiro actually glances down, Matt's mind is hazy, cohesive thought replaced by base, wordless urges, instincts to submit, to offer himself however Shiro wants him, against the wall, on his hands and knees, anywhere, anyway, anytime. He hurts with emptiness, and even the slight hesitation when Shiro realizes where his hands are is unbearable.
Bossier than he means to be, Matt pins his ears back, whines in impatience and, one hand darting down to cover Shiro's, presses his fingers closer through the slick, thighs squeezing around his hand.]
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Bossier than he means to be, Matt pins his ears back, whines in impatience and, one hand darting down to cover Shiro's, presses his fingers closer through the slick, thighs squeezing around his hand.]
Don't stop.