polite girlcat

His hand moves from the door to Will’s waist. It makes his breath trip in his chest. Matt doesn’t stutter, doesn’t pull away. He slides his hand to the small of Will’s back, moves in, pushes against him with heat and muscle and his cock, already a little hard against Will’s thigh. He’s still smiling. He’s reaching for Will with his other hand, his face this time, and Will doesn’t realize what’s happening until Matt’s tilting his head and easing even closer. Something surges in Will’s chest, a bright starburst of want that threatens to scorch his insides. It’s terrifying. He turns his head, Matt’s mouth skids from the corner of his lips across his cheek and he makes a soft noise near Will’s ear. “Sorry,” Will whispers. He keeps his face twisted away as Matt tries to look at him. “I just—I don’t—” “Oh,” Matt says. He sounds… disappointed maybe. He’s still touching Will, thumb moving side to side on his back, fingers splayed high over his throat. “That’s alright.” His voice is soft. His fingers curl, knuckles running under Will’s jaw, and he shudders. “What do you like?” Will absolutely cannot do this. Matt’s hands are too gentle and his eyes are too blue and Will’s only a few seconds away from shaking out of his skin. He doesn’t leave. He puts his hands on Matt’s hips and eases him back a half step, until Will has enough space to go down on his knees. Matt’s hand slips up his back, until he’s touching Will’s shoulder. “Shit,” he says. He’s grinning again, and Will has to look away from his obvious pleasure as he starts undoing his belt. “Alright, yeah. You’re good with this?” Matt slides a hand into his hair and lifts the other to help Will with his pants. “This is good,” Will murmurs. He drags Matt’s zipper down and pushes his jeans down his legs. Before he can grab Matt’s cock himself, the grip in his hair tightens and his hands stutter to a stop on Matt’s thighs. “Relax, I’m gonna give it to you,” Matt says.