Page 26 of I've Walked Where You've Been
“Sure. What do you want for your prize?” Matty asked, voice going all quiet.
Ethan’s gaze flickered down to Matty’s lips, making him smile wider.
Matty tilted his chin up slightly, angling his head. Ethan needed no further invitation, pressing their lips together a little shyly at first and then more confidently as he shifted to straddle Matty’s stomach.
Matty grunted, a line of fire coursing through him at the weight of Ethan’s body, at the way their lips pressed and parted, at how Ethan melted a little on top of him, elbows on either side of Matty’s head.
Matty squeezed Ethan’s hips, and Ethan made a small, trapped noise that fizzed in Matty’s head.
Ethan started squirming on top of Matty as if he wanted something but wasn’t surewhat, and the feel of him shifting and wiggling on top was driving Matty crazy.
“Ethan,” Matty murmured, not wanting to go too fast but truly not being able to help himself.
Ethan shifted away a little, giving him a questioning look, and Matty wanted to kiss him again so fucking badly, to bite chunks out of him and keep them inside, to meld deeper than the bond, deeper than anything anybody had ever done.
“Can I…fuck, can I blow you?”
Ethan blinked, eyes going wide, face flushing even further.
“We don’t have to,” Matty reassured quickly, “if it’s going too quick. I just…”really fucking want to.
Ethan was silent for a moment before moving down a little and then grinding purposefully so that he could feel Ethan’s hard cock against his.
“Holy fuck.” Matty didn’t know why he was surprised that Ethan was a menace in bed—he was a menace everywhere else, after all.
“Okay. If you want,” Ethan said, sounding a little smug as Matty groaned at the friction between their bodies.
“Fuck,” Matty cursed happily and flipped them over. Or, well, he tried flipping them over, succeeding in flailing a little as they almost knocked the laptop off the bed, laughing as they saved it just in time to set it on the floor.
“Okay. Clothes off. I wanna see your dick,” Matty ordered shamelessly.
Ethan choked on nothing, covering his eyes, but Matty could see his smile.
“Shirt first.”
“Youfirst.”
“Done.” Matty practically ripped the shirt over his head, flinging it dramatically to the other side of the room just to see Ethan smile.
Ethan, however, seemed way too preoccupied with Matty’s suddenly bare chest, running a hand across his pecs and to his abs. “Have I ever told you how much I appreciate how athletic you are?”
Matty laughed. “Thanks?”
“No, thankyou.”
Matty snorted, tugging at Ethan’s shirt. “I believe we had a deal?”
“I agreed to no such thing,” Ethan said loftily even as he wiggled out of his shirt.
As opposed to Matty, who was used to being outside shirtless in the sun during summer, Ethan was pale and soft, the dusky pink of his nipples standing out.
Matty ran his hands reverently down Ethan’s side, settling a quiet trail of kisses through the freckles there.
“You’re so beautiful,” Matty murmured. He’d always been talkative and complimentary in bed. Couldn’t help himself, really, especially when it wasEthanunderneath him.
“Shut up, no I’m not.”
Matty frowned up at Ethan from where he had been pressing kisses against his stomach. “I think I should be the authority on whether I think my bondmate is beautiful or not, so shush.”
