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Matty didn’t waste a second, flipping over, having been too out of it to suggest it himself but realising that it was exactly what he wanted—to look at Ethan, to feel surrounded and caught by him.
Ethan smiled at him as he settled between Matty’s thighs, leaning down to give him a slow, sweet kiss that left Matty in a puddle amongst the sheets. “I really fucking love you, Matty,” he whispered.
“Yeah, yeah, me too, please just fuck me. I’m dying here,” Matty whined.
Ethan burst out into incredulous laughter. “Okay, I see what you really want me for, huh?”
“Ethan, I love every single part of you, but, right now, your dick is at the top of the list, so. Please use it.”
Ethan laughed again, leaning away. “Whatever you want.”
Ethan lined up and started pressing in. Matty had to tilt his head back, eyes squeezing shut. “Holy.Fuck. That’s. Okay. Fuck.”
“You okay?”
“Yes, don’t fucking stop.”
Despite Matty’s vocal encouragement, Ethan went as slow as a human could possibly move, by Matty’s calculations. Not that Matty was mad about it, really—this reallywasa lot.
Fuck, just that first stretch around the head of Ethan’s dick had him tensing up and moaning, that torturous, wet slide in, millimetre by millimetre, filling Matty up. How was it so good, when it felt just at the point before pain? It was uncomfortable, and foreign, and weird, and all Matty could think was that he wanted more.
It took a long time for Ethan to bottom out, and then he stayed there, just grinding against Matty, letting him get accustomed to the stretch.
“Okay,” Matty said. “Okay, you can move. Please.” He blinked up at Ethan, at his flushed, sweaty face and bright eyes. At the reverent, wanting way he was looking at Matty, and felt it right to his core.
Ethan started fucking him for real. Slow, but sliding in and out so that Matty could really feel every inch of him.
“Come on, come on,” Matty urged on as the discomfort almost completely disappeared, mixed with a rising pleasure that was taking over him.
“Here, let me…” Ethan shifted Matty so that his knees almost touched his shoulders, thrusting in with a force that literally knocked the breath out of Matty.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, that, do that again.”
Forget everything Matty previously said—thiswas what getting fucked felt like. This relentless, out of control pleasure burning through him. This feeling of being held and taken apart and barely put back together again.
“There, fuck, there,” Matty moaned as Ethan shifted the angle and started hitting his prostate at almost every thrust.
Ethan zeroed in on the angle and pushed Matty into the mattress, fucking him into it, cursing above him, telling Matty how fucking gorgeous he looked, how perfect he was, how fucking tight he was.
“Come on,” Ethan panted, looking at him with wild eyes. “Let go, baby.”
He wrapped a hand around Matty’s dick, and it barely took twenty seconds of excruciating pleasure before his body tensed and then came in a rush that had him trembling through it.
The bond trembled open, and Matty was hit with such a wave of pleasure that it whited him out. There was no thought or consciousness—only feeling. Ethan, his pleasure reaching the peak and breaking, crashing into Matty’s own orgasm, leaving them both stranded on the shore.
It took them a while to come down from it, tangled up in the sheets.
Ethan slipped out with a groan, both of them not even thinking about cleaning up as they collapsed together, sweaty bodies in a knot on the bed.
Ethan shifted so that their foreheads were pressed together. So that they were breathing the same air, lips almost touching.
As high as the peak had been, the aftermath was equally quiet. They’d walked many, many miles to get there, and there were many more to come. This time, though, they’d travel together.
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There were times when Matty wondered why he and Ethan had bonded so young because, surely, there had to be a reason for it. Theirs was a union that was supposed tomeansomething. Maybe they’d discover the cure for some terrible disease together—contribute to society in a way that would make all those years worth it. No one bonded so young for no reason.
But now, with Ethan simply by his side, two eighteen-year-olds trying to navigate a new relationship, Matty doubted it was anything so grand. Maybe their bond was just like any other—made for love. Sometimes soft, sometimes crashing over him and filling him up, sometimes having to be worked at carefully—but at the end of the day, it was just them. Matty and Ethan. Ethan and Matty.
That simple fact was worth it all.
Fin
