Two Attaboys!
"Attaboy! Don't stop" Matt murmured. His voice was a dangerous paradox—calm, commanding, yet laced with a thick, heavy lust that broke into a low moan.
"I ain't ever taking it out," Liam panted between breaths. He was entirely consumed, devouring Matt’s cock with an unbridled hunger.
Liam awoke at the crack of dawn, turning on his side to admire the muscular, sculpted frame of last night’s conquest. This had been his first hookup with a guy since leaving his hometown—a deliberate, cold-calculated rehearsal to ensure he was flawlessly prepared for his upcoming meeting with Matt. It had been a long time since Liam had something to truly look forward to, and he wanted it to go perfectly. He needed to prove to himself that he hadn't lost the magnetic, devastating charm that made him legendary back home.
The man lay with his back turned, a deep, even rhythm to his breathing. Liam rubbed the sleep from his eyes, slid closer, and let his hand glide over the firm curve of the man's butt before sliding upward to possessively cup his pecs. He nipped lightly at the man's earlobe, tracing slow, burning kisses down the tense line of his neck.
"Mm... morning," the man murmured, melting back into Liam's powerful embrace with a sleepy, satisfied smile.
"Good morning, handsome," Liam replied, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.
"Last night was... incredible."
"It truly was, sexy," Liam murmured, continuing his slow, torturous assault of nibbles and kisses along his jawline.
The man turned his head slightly, a wry smirk playing on his lips. "Handsome? Sexy? You don’t actually remember my name, do you?"
Liam arched an eyebrow, a wicked glint in his eye. "You remember mine?"
"Touché," the man chuckled, turning back around to press himself into Liam's chest.
"I need you to leave now," Liam said, his tone perfectly smooth and unchanged as his lips continued their seductive, hypocritical work against the man's skin.
"What? I thought we’d get breakfast. Maybe round two?" He turned fully now, leaning in to try and capture Liam's lips.
"Round four," Liam corrected, meeting his mouth with a fierce, brief reciprocity that left the man breathless, "but I still need you to leave. Time to hit the gym."
With a frustrated sigh, the man groaned, throwing his hands up. "Fine!"
They rose, standing on opposite sides of the bed to dress. Even at this ungodly hour, Liam’s physique was a masterpiece of athletic perfection. The morning sun crept through the blinds, casting golden slats across his tanned, ripped skin. His thick pecs subtly bounced with his movements, and his heavy biceps bulged beautifully as he stretched his arms overhead. His member, a solid six inches even when completely flaccid, swung heavily with every deliberate step.
The other man, while no match for Liam’s elite proportions, was remarkably fit himself: chiseled abs, a tapered waist, a curved rear, a thick cock, and powerful, trunk-like legs. His gaze remained helplessly locked onto Liam's swinging length. "Hitting the gym this early on a Monday?"
"Mondays are perfect. It’s a ghost town this early," Liam said, checking his watch. "People are still shaking off the weekend spirit and procrastinating work. Nobody has the discipline to hit the iron right now."
"Going at it hard, I see," the man continued, making absolutely no effort to hide his heavy, consuming stare.
"My eyes are up here, by the way," Liam teased, tapping his own cheekbone with a smirk.
"I didn't come home with you for your eyes," the man countered.
"Yeah?" Liam stepped directly into his space, a naughty smile spreading across his face as he engulfed him in a deep, parting kiss. The man’s hands roamed frantically over Liam's body, firmly gripping his ass while his other hand hungrily stroked Liam’s thickening length through his underwear.
"I'm Jack, by the way."
"Liam. But you really do have to go."
"Yeah, yeah," Jack breathed, reluctantly pulling away and gathering his clothes. "My number’s on the table. Call me."
"Count on it," Liam promised, already closing the door of his loft studio.
After a quick, aggressive refresh in the bathroom, he pulled on his sweatpants and headed out into the cool morning air. The gym was a quiet sanctuary. Liam operated like a well-oiled machine, pushing his body to its absolute limits under the heavy iron. As the satisfying burn torched his muscles and driving music pulsed through his headphones, his mind drifted back to yesterday’s lavish appointments—all meticulously orchestrated by Matt’s people.
First had been the grooming salon in the city's historic district, where a flawless hot-shave and precise haircut sharpened Liam's striking features into pure refinement, all fully paid for in advance. Next was the high-end penthouse physician's clinic, where a polished medical team handled his mandatory routine blood draw with such calm, painless sophistication that he felt less like a patient and more like a VIP guest. He was primed, perfected, and entirely ready.
His fitness tracker buzzed the moment he finished his final set of squats. Forcing himself into a fifteen-minute cool-down walk on the treadmill, Liam tried to focus on the day ahead, but his mind kept drifting back to last night—and Jack. Like the rest of the campus crowd, Liam hit the clubs every weekend. They were his hunting grounds. He’d gone home with more women than he could count, and last night was no exception; within an hour of walking into the lounge, he’d been pressed against Jack in a dark corner, making out and groping. Liam smiled, flexing his jaw as he looked at his reflection in the gym mirror. He still had it.
Stepping into the locker room showers, he turned the tap until a lukewarm stream cascaded down, washing away the sweat of his workout. As he lathered the thick shower gel over his worked muscles, his resolve suddenly crumbled. He hadn't wanted to fantasize about Matt today; he wanted to be surprised, to let the reality of the man overwhelm him later that evening. But Matt was a force of nature—the sexiest, most breathtaking man Liam had ever laid eyes on. The first man to ever leave him completely dumbfounded.
Combined with the post-workout endorphin high, the slick friction of the soap and the heavy pulse of the water created a perfect storm. Within moments, Liam was aching and painfully horny. His glorious ten-inch cock stood fully erect—tall, proud, heavy, and waiting to burst. His nipples grew hard as rock, poking prominently out from his broad chest.
The fingers of his right hand wrapped tightly around the base, his grip unyielding. He began to stroke—slow, deliberate, testing the slick heat of his own skin.
Images of Matt flooded his mind. Their very first meeting. The way Matt’s broad shoulders and bulging, powerful arms strained beneath the immaculate lines of his bespoke suit. The crushing, dominant weight of his large hand during their initial handshake that had sent an immediate, electric spark straight to Liam's core. And that neck—the sharp, clean line of his jaw giving way to a thick, powerful expanse where columns of muscle shifted beautifully with every turn of his head.
Liam’s pace quickened, the shower gel providing a seamless, friction-free glide.
He imagined tearing that expensive suit off Matt’s frame. He imagined destroying that cool billionaire composure, pulling Matt into a bruising, desperate kiss that would leave them both gasping for air. In his mind's eye, he saw Matt on his knees, those sculpted lips wrapping tightly around his shaft, glugging down to the root. He wanted to taste every single inch of Matt’s naked skin.
His strokes became frantic, desperate blurs. His grip tightened as the tension in his thighs coiled tightly. A low, needy whimper broke from his throat, echoing against the wet tile.
Finally, he imagined the sheer heat of entering him, the tight, possessive squeeze of Matt’s ass clamping around his full length. The absolute euphoria of it—
The fantasy shattered into raw, explosive reality. Liam gasped, his eyes flying open as he came violently all over the shower walls. As he reached his euphoric release, his free hand flew to his gigantic pecs, clutching them tightly as his body racked with tremors. The release pulsed out of him for over a minute, a desperate, powerful orgasm that completely wrecked his knees. He hadn’t even finished the thought; the mere concept of Matt had broken him before his imagination could even keep up.
Liam exhaled a heavy, ragged breath as the high finally began to recede under the spray. Looking down at himself, a slow, eager smile tugged at his lips at the prospect of being inside Matt later. After washing up, he took his time drying off, lingering to massage his cock and balls with the plush towel. He dressed right there in the washroom, pulling a fresh outfit from his locker—he kept a few rotating sets here so he could head straight to his 9:00 a.m. class on gym days.
His schedule ended at 1:00 p.m. today, which left him with plenty of time to shop before heading over to Matt’s penthouse. As he plowed through a hearty breakfast of eggs, avocado, and toast at a cafe, Liam reflected on how perfect the timing was. Their meet-ups were always scheduled on the one day he had a completely free afternoon.
But as he chewed, a fleeting thought crossed his mind. Remembering how fiercely thorough Trish’s background work was, and just how much Matt seemed to know about his daily routine, he wondered: Was this timing a genuine coincidence, or was it entirely by design? Liam didn't dwell on it for long. He shrugged the thought away, polished off his last sausage, and headed out.
Class that morning was an absolute drag. For the next few hours, Liam was entirely checked out, his notebook filled with mindless doodles as his mind remained completely consumed by thoughts of Matt and the anticipation of what the night would bring.
When the clock struck one and the afternoon bell rang, Liam was already out of his seat. He hurried back to his room, tossed a toothbrush and a few essentials into a small duffel bag, and grabbed a quick, heavy meal at a nearby burger joint. Checking his watch, it was just past three o'clock. He pulled out his phone and dialed the driver assigned to him.
The car arrived right on cue—a sleek, midnight-black Mercedes sedan with deep, impenetrable window tints. A sharply dressed driver smoothly held open the heavy door for him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Carter," the man said, noting he would be handling Liam's transport every Monday. Liam thanked him, slid into the quiet, soundproofed cabin, and requested a quick stop at Marks and Spencer.
Liam took his time browsing the high-end aisles, deliberately curating his purchases. He selected a sharp set of dress formals, choosing colors he knew would complement the immaculate suits Matt always wore. He picked up a high-end moisturizer, a subtle, woody cologne, and a pair of premium black boxer briefs. He swiped his card, grabbed his shopping bags, and returned to the waiting vehicle.
The penthouse occupied the entire 80th floor of a downtown skyscraper. In the lobby, book-matched Calacatta marble walls and crystal chandeliers screamed opulence, while the doorman quickly escorted Liam to a secure, private elevator. It surged upward with silent, stomach-dropping swiftness. When the doors slid open, Liam stepped directly into the penthouse, the breath catching in his throat. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls offered a dizzying panorama of the city in the golden afternoon sun. The air smelled rich of cedarwood, and every piece of furniture was a custom work of art. A charcoal mohair sectional faced a fireplace carved from black travertine, while the kitchen down the hall boasted matte-black cabinetry and a dark quartz island. It was a fortress of immaculate taste.
Liam pushed open the smoked-oak doors into the master suite, a sanctuary of masculine sensuality. An ultra-low, extra-large king bed dominated the space, framed by a midnight-black suede headboard and dressed in silk-like Egyptian cotton. Tinted glass turned the city view into a moody backdrop, and the warm air carried Matt’s intoxicating signature scent of amber and leather. With hidden lighting casting seductive shadows, the room felt intensely intimate.
He laid out his things and ran through a quick pump routine, hitting push-ups and flexes until his muscles swelled and his definition was razor-sharp. After a thorough shower, he moisturized, pulled on his crisp new dress formals, and headed back to the master suite. Locking himself into a pose of relaxed dominance on the edge of the bed—legs spread wide, torso angled back—he waited.
The intercom buzzed precisely at 6:00 p.m.
"It's Matt," that deep baritone echoed, sending an instant jolt straight to Liam's groin.
"Come on in," Liam replied, smirking at the delicious irony of letting a billionaire into his own penthouse.
A minute later, Matt stepped through the door. He was wearing an impeccably tailored suit, his massive frame stretching the fabric to its absolute limits.
"Hey, handsome," Matt murmured with dangerous charm.
"Back at you," Liam rasped, crossing the room to close the distance.
The collision was instant. They fell into a fierce, suffocating kiss, their hands cupping each other’s faces. Tangled in pure lust, they fought their way toward the bed. Liam’s fingers tore at Matt’s tie and blazer, but Matt didn’t waste time with buttons. With a commanding growl, he ripped Liam's brand-new shirt completely open, his large hands immediately clamping onto Liam’s massive pectorals, kneading the dense meat.
Liam let out a fractured moan as Matt's mouth dropped to his neck. Fumbling with Matt’s dress shirt, Liam slowed down, struggling with the tight fastenings. Matt paused, locking his dark eyes onto him. "Tear it the fuck off!" he commanded. He caught Liam’s hands, forcing their combined strength into a brutal downward jerk that shredded the fabric completely.
Liam’s breath hitched as Matt pushed him onto the bed. Liam was struck dumb by the sheer visual violence of Matt’s uncovered upper body as Matt stepped to the foot of the bed to strip.
Matt’s presence was nothing short of divine, anchoring a flawless V-taper that swept down from shoulders as broad as a titan's. His enormous chest was a magnificent, heavily packed expanse of chiseled power, flexing aggressively with every deep breath. Below, his midsection was an agonizingly hot masterpiece of absolute definition. A rock-hard, symmetrical grid of six-pack muscle rippled flawlessly into his core, framed by the sharp, wicked lines of an Adonis belt that disappeared provocatively beneath his waistline. His arms were heavily roped with thick, pulsing veins, terminating in large, intensely weathered hands. Providing a powerful, commanding foundation, his thighs resembled columns of sheer, dense muscle that radiated an intense, suffocating heat. He was a literal god of physical dominance, every inch of his front body beautifully carved to demand absolute attention. Every part of Matt was bigger, more defined, and more muscular than Liam was, and far more beautiful than Liam could ever imagine.
Within seconds, Matt stood proudly in nothing but black boxer-briefs. Liam, meanwhile, was still tangled in the ruins of his clothes.
"You going to keep those clothes on for the rest of the evening?" Matt asked with a wicked glint.
The words snapped Liam out of his daze. "No—fuck," he muttered, hurriedly kicking off his remaining clothes. "Jesus, Matt. Those suits are a crime. They’re hiding a masterpiece. You should be out of them more often."
Matt let out a low, dark chuckle. "Sure, darling. If it pleases you." As Liam stripped down to his underwear, Matt stepped closer, holding Liam's chin gently in his hand as his shadow enveloped the bed. "Listen to me. There’s going to be a lot of foreplay tonight. A lot of kissing. And you are going to follow my lead implicitly. Understand?"
Liam smiled naughtily with a grin of pure horniness, his thighs turning to water. "Sir, yes, sir."
With a smooth motion, Matt slid his briefs down, and Liam’s jaw went slack. His length hung heavy and thick, already fully engorged and flushing with a dark heat. It was a magnificent column of muscle, stretched taut to reveal a roadmap of pulsing veins. The thick, meaty shaft flared into a broad head, glossy with pre-cum and unyielding muscle built for intoxicating depth. It wasn't even fully erect yet, and it was easily a staggering eight inches of thickness.
Before Liam could recover, the 6'5" Adonis lunged. With effortless, terrifying strength, Matt snagged Liam under his arms, hoisted his heavy frame completely off the mattress, and slammed him back onto the pillows.
Liam gasped, a thrill of pure electricity shooting to his core. Since he had built his own massive physique, no one had ever been able to overpower him. To be effortlessly manhandled and dominated like a feather drove him completely wild.
Matt leaped onto the bed, pinning Liam beneath his massive weight, and crushed their mouths together in possessive, bruising kisses. Their smooth, muscular bodies intertwined. Their chests, abs, legs, arms, and cocks rubbed against each other, creating sparks of absolute lust. When he finally had his fill, he dragged his wet lips down to Liam's neck.
As Matt's head descended, Liam’s eyes fell upon the back of Matt's thick neck. It was a pillar of pure masculinity, roped with tense cords that strained with every heavy breath. A prominent pulse throbbed violently at the hollow of Matt’s throat. Liam seized the opportunity, burying his face there, kissing and licking the straining muscle with desperate hunger.
But Matt was infinitely more masterful, countering with deep, slow-dragging licks that made Liam's hips buck off the sheets. Matt nipped sharply beneath Liam’s earlobe, extracting a loud, breathless moan.
Shifting focus, Matt’s mouth migrated to Liam’s chest. This was one of the things that Liam was most excited about. He found his chest to be the sexiest part of his body along with his cock and butt. It was one of the reasons that he worked his chest and butt the most. His excitement about chests wasn't limited to his own either; all of his partners were heavily chested. On occasions, when he had fucked a man who similarly fancied Liam's own chest, Liam had referred to his pecs as tits. Matt's chest too was one of the reasons Liam was instantly attracted to him.
Matt took his time and truly savored the meal of muscle before him. He traced his tongue down Liam's collarbone and the hard V-taper. His mouth moved to Liam's right pec and cordoned off the beautifully curved, hard muscle with his lips. He circled the hard nipple with his tongue all while laying playful, erotic bites. Liam was loving and hating this tease. Just as he thought it was at its peak, Matt attacked Liam's nipple and began devouring it, while he simultaneously brought down his hand from Liam's neck and began kneading Liam's other pec. The sucking and intense groping of his massive pecks made Liam reminisce about the many times he had gone crazy over a partner's massive chest. Nothing Liam did to anyone or anyone ever did to him could compare to Matt's masterful sucking of Liam's nipple like it produced the elixir of life. Liam arched his back, crying out as Matt sucked the sensitive peaks, sending waves of pleasure straight to his groin. He instinctively put his hand behind Matt's head and began lightly pushing it deeper.
Liam was moaning loudly as Matt put his other hand to Liam's pec and briefly attached his mouth to Liam's.
"I love your pecs. They're better than anything I've ever tasted!" Matt said, stopping for a single second before going at it again.
"Yeah?" Liam asked, his voice a sultry whisper. "You like my tits?"
"Yeah," Matt growled. "I love your tits!" He declared before giving Liam a deep, bruising kiss and repeating everything he did on Liam's left pec.
As Matt slid lower, Liam tilted his head down, his eyes tracing the magnificent, shifting landscape of the god hovering over him. Matt’s back was an expansive, titanic plain of raw power, where heavy plates of muscle shifted and tensed beneath his skin. Down below, the fierce, heavy curves of his sculpted glutes flexed tightly in the shadows—a firm, compact arch of flawless, devastatingly smooth muscle that anchored his immense frame. This magnificent, rock-hard rear radiated intense heat, a powerful monument of pure masculine strength that demanded total surrender. It was a rear built for absolute dominance, flexing with a deep, mesmerizing rhythm as he prepared to take everything he wanted.
Matt finally arrived at his ultimate prize: Liam’s magnificent length. Stirred to absolute life by Matt's teasing touch, Liam stood at full mast—all ten inches of him, pulsing and desperate to be claimed.
Matt grinned, looking down at the rigid shaft like a hunter sizing up a feast. Settling into the mattress, he gripped the massive weight in his left hand, leaning down until his cheek brushed against the warm skin. He inhaled deeply, tracking his nose up the heavy, veiny length to drink in Liam's scent.
Looking up from the shaft to meet Liam’s eyes, Matt murmured, "I've been wanting to do this since I first spotted you in that tight suit."
Liam gasped, hoisting himself up on his elbows, instantly worried he’d lose control before they even really started. But before he could utter a word of warning, Matt ran a slow, wet stripe of his tongue from base to head. The sheer sensation sent Liam crashing right back against the pillows.
Matt focused his attention on the crown of Liam’s member, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin, intentionally keeping the pace torturously slow to push Liam right to the edge. Slipping his hand securely around the shaft, Matt began a firm, twisting motion as he smoothly guided the thickness past his lips.
Within minutes, they found a flawless rhythm. Matt’s wrist rotated back and forth, guiding Liam deeper and deeper until his nose was buried in Liam's trimmed pubic hair. Liam’s breaths came in ragged, shallow bursts as he neared his limit, but Matt was only getting started.
Maintaining the deep rhythm, Matt slid his free right hand downward to cradle and massage Liam's heavy, aching balls. Simultaneously, his left hand traveled up Liam's smooth, muscular torso, anchoring on his chest. He kneaded the thick muscle of Liam’s pecs, rolling and tugging sharply at his nipples.
It was complete sensory overload. The rhythmic suction, the heavy stroking, the intense handling of his chest—it overwhelmed Liam completely. Matt pushed all the way down, burying his face against Liam's lower abdomen as his hands gripped tightly. With a loud, guttural moan, Liam completely lost his hold, releasing a powerful, thick climax straight into Matt’s mouth.
Matt held him there through the pulsing finish, finally pulling back with a soft, slick sound. He swallowed deeply, wiping a stray drop of heat from the corner of his lip with the back of his hand, before flashing Liam a wicked, satisfied grin.
"That's... never happened like that before," Liam gasped, his chest heaving as he fought for air.
"Not the first time I've heard that," Matt teased.
"Now..." Liam growled, his competitive edge flaring back to life.
"Yeah?"
In a sudden burst of energy, Liam surged forward, grabbing Matt by the broad shoulders and flipping him over with a burst of athletic force. He pinned Matt beneath his weight, pressing him deep into the mattress.
"I'm gonna worship this body, devour your ass, and stretch you wide open with my cock," Liam promised, his voice thick with intent. He slammed his mouth down on Matt’s, cutting off any chance of a reply.
"Fuckin' A," Matt managed to gasp out against the kiss as Liam slid down his body, shifting his focus to Matt’s heavy muscle.
Liam didn't possess Matt's practiced precision, but he was far from an amateur. He trailed his tongue down the hard center of Matt’s chest, biting and suckling at his pecs, eager to replicate the intense pleasure Matt had just given him.
"Like my tits?" Matt interjected breathlessly, breaking the tension and drawing a low chuckle from them both before Liam leaned up to plant a deep, bruising kiss on his lips.
Liam spent a long time losing himself in Matt’s chest, nipping and kissing his way down the hard ridges of his abs until he was positioned right between Matt's thighs.
He froze. The sight before him was staggering. Matt’s shaft was gorgeous—markedly thicker than his own, and easily two inches longer. For the first time in years, Liam felt a distinct, thrilling spike of intimidation.
Propped up comfortably against a pillow, Matt watched Liam stare at him, a smug smile playing on his lips. With a subtle, deliberate flex of his hips, Matt let his heavy length slap firmly against Liam's cheek. "You know what you have to do, right?"
"I've never done this before," Liam admitted honestly, his eyes still glued to the massive, pulsing steel resting against his face.
"There's a lot of firsts today."
"I've never taken another man in my mouth."
"You will today," Matt purred, leaning forward slightly as he traced the wet tip of his shaft along Liam's parted lips.
Unable to resist the unspoken challenge, Liam leaned in, parting his jaws to try and conquer the massive length before him. He started slow, deeply daunted, but completely captivated by the sheer size of the man ruling over him. Liam began slow but got into a rhythm quickly. Like with the chests, he tried to replicate all of Matt's actions with his tongue. He was doing incredibly well.
"Attaboy! Don't stop," Matt murmured. His voice was a dangerous paradox—calm, commanding, yet laced with a thick, heavy lust that broke into a low moan.
"I ain't ever taking it out," Liam panted between breaths, entirely consumed, devouring Matt’s cock with an unbridled hunger.
Matt let out a dark, breathless chuckle, his fingers tangling in Liam's hair. "I bet you won't, darling. Now use your hand like I showed you."
Liam complied instantly, shifting his grip to slide along the base. "Like this?"
"Attaboy!"
The validation hit Liam like a drug. Two attaboys. He was riding high on the praise, his chest swelling with pride and intense arousal.
Matt tilted his head back, his eyes narrowing with a conspicuous, teasing glint. "Bet you can't take it all, though."
"Really?" A spark of intense competitive pride flared in Liam's chest. Accepting the silent challenge, he dove right back down. He struggled for a fraction of a second against the sheer size, but his instinct took over. With a slow, deliberate swallow, he took the entire eleven-inch member into his throat. He did it thrice—deep, clean, and unrelenting—burying his nose into Matt's dark pubic hair before finally pulling back, gasping wildly for air.
A thick strand of saliva connected them as Liam looked up, shaking a playful finger at him. "I see what you did there."
Matt rose slightly from the pillows, a smirk playing on his lips. "You loved it either way," he murmured. He caught Liam’s jaw in his hand, tilting his face up to steal his breath in a deep, bruising kiss.
"Yes, I did. And I'm nowhere near done," Liam declared.
Reclaiming control, Liam shoved Matt back onto the mattress, grabbing his legs and flipping him smoothly onto his stomach. Matt’s bulbous ass was fully on display now—firm, ripe, and practically begging to be ruined. Liam slid his body up Matt’s back, leaning down to nibble fiercely on his earlobe.
"You ready to have your ass eaten out by your best fuck yet?" Liam whispered, his voice a low, gravelly promise.
Matt turned his head, his signature bedroom eyes locking onto Liam’s. "Bring it on, darling."
Liam slid down the smooth expanse of Matt’s back, his fingernails leaving light, stinging red tracks while his lips pressed hot, marking hickeys along his shoulder blades.
When he reached his destination, Liam didn't hesitate. He straddled Matt’s thick thighs, pinning him to the center of the bed before using his hands to spread his legs, opening him up completely. Liam paused for a single, worshipful second to admire the view. He slid his palms over the firm, heavy curves of Matt’s butt, squeezing the plush flesh possessively, digging his fingers in deep enough to leave a lasting imprint.
Leaning down, Liam began a slow, agonizingly sexy torment. He rained hot, open-mouthed kisses across the smooth skin of Matt’s cheeks, tracking a wet path of licks along the undersides of his thighs, deliberately teasing the perimeter until Matt was writhing beneath him with pure anticipation.
Finally, pressing his palms flat to pull the cheeks wide, Liam exposed Matt’s tight, puckered heat. He buried his face deep between the muscular cheeks. He teased the entrance with a few sharp licks before driving his tongue inside with broad, wet, aggressive strokes.
The sudden, intense invasion made Matt arch his back completely off the mattress. A shattered, undone moan tore from his throat as his fingers clawed blindly into the bedsheets. Liam only dug in deeper, suckling and eating him out with a rhythmic, primitive hunger that left the larger man completely helpless. Matt’s moans grew progressively louder, reaching a fever pitch when Liam buried his tongue as deep as it would go, holding it there.
Panting heavily, Liam pulled back and used Matt's legs to flip him onto his back. Without giving him a moment to recover, Liam dove straight back onto his cock, deep-throating him with a newfound ferocity. He lifted his hand to Matt’s face; Matt instinctively took Liam’s fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.
With his now lubricated hand, Liam slid his long, muscular fingers down past Matt’s balls, up his crack, and began tracing slow circles around his opening. He slipped one finger inside, testing the tight, clamping heat. He pumped his hand deep, twisting and widening him as Matt arched his back, gasping and begging for it. Liam added a second finger, arching it to catch the sweet spot. The friction was pure electricity. He pushed a third finger in, stretching him open until the clenching muscles finally surrendered, loosening completely. All the while, Liam never let go of Matt's cock. He had tasted him, and there was no turning back.
Liam slid up Matt's body, framing his face to deliver a deep, sensual kiss just as Matt’s hand slid down Liam’s back, sinking his fingers into Liam’s ass with a heavy squeeze.
"You ready to take it?" Liam whispered against his lips.
"Since the second I first saw you," Matt replied, his eyes dark with devotion.
Liam smiled, rising onto his knees. Matt spread his legs wide, locking them securely around Liam’s waist.
"You got—" Liam started.
"Lube?" Matt finished the sentence, pulling a bottle from beneath the pillows.
Liam chuckled. "Always prepared, huh?"
"Why do you think I keep this place?" Matt smiled.
Liam squirted a generous amount of the slick gel onto his own shaft, coating it from base to head. Then, tilting the bottle, he pressed a dollop directly against Matt’s opening. He slid two fingers back in, swiveling the lube deep inside. Matt closed his eyes, his head falling back in momentary, agonizing pleasure.
"Imagine what the cock is going to feel like," Liam teased.
"I won't know until it's inside me."
"Oh, you're about to know," Liam murmured, planting a soft kiss on Matt’s lips as he lined his crown against Matt's gaping, hungry heat.
He pushed in by agonizing increments. The thick head stretched Matt open, making him writhe in a fierce, potent clash of pleasure and pain. Two inches in, Liam paused. He anchored Matt’s hips, leaning down to press a trail of bruising kisses along his jaw and neck to ease the tension.
As the tight walls clamped down in welcome, Liam drove deeper, smothering Matt’s choked moans with a deep, open-mouthed kiss. He used his tongue to distract from the pressure, sliding another inch, then two, stretching Matt to his absolute limit. Matt's fingers dug into Liam’s back, his hips instinctively rocking upward to meet the heavy, consuming intrusion.
Sensing total surrender, Liam broke the kiss, staring directly into Matt's eyes as he delivered one final, heavy drive. With a wet, sliding friction, their pubic bones slammed together, burying Liam’s entire length completely to the hilt.
He paused, letting them both savor the breathless depth, before slowly pulling back a few inches and driving back in. The powerful, rhythmic momentum physically pushed Matt up the bed, a masterful cadence that Liam repeated until Matt’s body fully acclimated to the size, their shared moans echoing in the quiet room.
With both of them locked in the tempo, Liam raised himself onto his hands, quickened his pace, and began a relentless, punishing pounding. Holding Matt’s knees wide around his waist to open him up even further, his shaft began relentlessly clipping Matt’s prostate—the one golden spot that sent the billionaire into total pleasure overdrive.
"I hit that spot, didn't I?" Liam growled.
"Yes, you did, baby," Matt gasped. He reached behind Liam, gripping his firm butt with one hand while his other hand traveled up Liam’s chest, heavily groping his right pec.
Liam let out a rough moan, pausing his frantic pace for a fraction of a second. "We've graduated to 'baby,' have we?" he asked, before delivering a sharp, deliberate stroke that elicited a loud cry from Matt.
"We automatically do when you fuck like that," Matt choked out, tightening his grip on Liam's chest and butt.
Liam bent low, adopting an agonizingly perfect synchronization—spaced out, deliberate drives timed flawlessly with intense, bruising kisses. Suddenly, he cranked the speed back up, losing himself entirely in the heat.
"You liking this, babe?" Liam panted.
"Yeah. You?"
"I'm fucking loving it!" Liam growled.
"Good. Because you're going to love this even more."
"Love wha—"
Before Liam could finish, Matt gripped Liam’s shoulders with surprising, athletic strength and rolled them over, flipping Liam flat onto his back. Surprised by the sudden burst of power, Liam let out a sharp gasp as Matt pinned his wrists against the mattress. Straddling Liam’s thighs, Matt hovered over him, his heart hammering against his ribs as he lined up his slick opening with Liam's erect shaft.
Matt sank down, taking the thick length entirely in one smooth, deliberate, agonizing motion. The sudden fullness made Matt gasp, his internal muscles clenching like a vice around the intrusion. Liam let out a guttural groan, his hands flying up to grip Matt’s pecs, squeezing the hard muscle firmly as Matt began to ride him with a frantic, breathless rhythm.
"Good... hold onto my tits," Matt panted, and Liam was too far gone to respond.
The internal friction was pure electricity. Matt lifted and slammed his hips down repeatedly, their bodies colliding with a wet, echoing slap. Desperate for contact, Matt leaned forward, capturing Liam’s mouth in a fierce, sweaty kiss. Liam’s hands slid down to Matt’s ass, his fingers digging deep into the cheeks to pull him down harder, forcing him to take every single inch.
The relentless, tight friction quickly pushed Liam past the point of no return. His breath hitched, his entire body going rigid beneath Matt's shifting weight.
"You close?" Liam choked out.
"Not at all."
"I'm going to cum..."
"Cum inside me. Fill me up."
"You sure?"
"Yes!" Matt cried out, squeezing Liam’s chest.
With a final, feral groan, Liam bucked his hips upward one last time. His cock throbbed violently, pumping a hot, heavy load deep inside Matt’s clenching heat while his fingers tightly gripped Matt's pec. Matt rode out the contractions, trembling as he absorbed the intense warmth flooding into his core.
Running an Stefan-like, appreciative hand up Matt's sweaty torso as his softening shaft slipped out with a wet pop, Liam panted, "How haven't you cum yet?"
"I ain't easy, babe," Matt replied, catching his breath.
"Trish told me the same thing."
"Take whatever Trish said in the most literal sense," Matt smirked, making light, teasing scratches across Liam's chest. "But you're a little drained out, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Liam admitted, a slight flush of embarrassment on his cheeks.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about, babe," Matt murmured softly. He bent down, kissing Liam with a tender, caring warmth that completely caught Liam off guard, melting any lingering insecurity.
Matt slid off the bed and held out his hand. Liam took it, letting Matt guide him out of the bedroom. As Liam reached down to grab his discarded clothes from the floor, Matt caught his chin, tilting it up for a soft kiss.
"No, no. In this house, having clothes on is a big no-no."
"So what are we doing now?" Liam asked as they walked naked down the dimly lit hallway.
Reaching the kitchen, Matt pointed to a beautifully set dining table. "We feast before we resume feasting on each other."
Matt gave Liam's ass a possessive rub before they sat down. The spread was immaculate: fresh salads with crisp greens, croutons, and a glossy dressing; grilled chicken breasts, tossed vegetables, and a rich, aromatic pesto, accompanied by two chilled glasses of soda.
"When did you even get this?" Liam asked, stunned.
"The concierge set it up while we were busy inside."
"Whoa..." Liam flushed slightly. "Did he...?"
"He didn't hear anything, don't worry. The rooms are completely soundproofed."
"This house has everything."
"It was built for a very specific purpose."
"To sleep with different men?" Liam teased.
"To sleep," Matt clarified definitively, though a smirk gave him away.
Liam chuckled. "So there are others?"
"There are. Does that bother you?" Matt asked, taking a sip of his soda.
"Not at all. It's not like you're the only one I've slept with recently. You're not even the third."
"Showing off, are we?"
"No, just showing you how much I practiced," Liam laughed, the easy banter flowing as they finished their protein-rich meal.
"The practice showed, for sure."
"I don't think it did. You didn't cum at all."
"That's not on you, trust me. I just need a lot of... simulation before I can get there. It's the main reason I keep this place," Matt explained honestly.
"Fair enough. But I'm a man of my word. I will make you cum twice before I leave tomorrow. Once tonight, and once in the morning," Liam promised, his voice dropping an octave.
"I'm looking forward to it. How have you found the evening so far?"
Liam leaned back, looking at him intently. "I've come twice in the past hour and a half. I've never done that. And boy, do you know how to make a guy feel. That blowjob... the way you played with my pecs..."
"Your tits?" Matt interjected with a wink.
"Yeah, my tits. Whatever you did to them, my balls, my cock... I've never come from a blowjob alone before tonight."
"Glad you liked it," Matt said, his tone dropping into a soothing, genuinely warm cadence free of any arrogance.
The safety in Matt's demeanor made Liam want to pour his heart out. "And for some reason, I loved the way you flung me onto the bed. The way you manhandled me. Nobody has done that to me in almost a decade, and I swear to God, it just made me harder."
"Well, we've all got our desires. Why overthink it?" Matt said smoothly.
"If you don't mind me asking... why do you let guys top you? You're one of the biggest, most built guys I've ever seen. And that cock. That would make anyone go crazy for it."
"I knew I was bi the second I hit puberty. I worked my ass off through college, and as time progressed, I realized I just couldn't fully release without something inside me."
"So you don't sleep with women?"
"Not alone."
Liam laughed softly. "Do you ever feel bad about it?"
"Not even a little bit. It's fun. Honestly, you should try it sometime. That feeling of something inside you... it makes you feel whole. When someone hits that exact spot, there’s nothing like it in the world," Matt said, his face lighting up with genuine passion.
"Well, you are incredibly good at it. You're the best I've ever been with, girl or guy."
"Really? Or are you just saying that because I fed you?"
"I haven't been this hard, this fast, right after coming inside someone in my entire life," Liam said, his voice dripping with pure, unadulterated desire.
Matt leaned, rested his elbows on the small table separating them, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "I can literally feel your cum leaking out of me right now, and my hole can't wait to have you back inside."
Liam’s cock twitched violently, instantly surging back to life. "Then what the fuck are we waiting for?"
They both got up, quickly rinsing the plates in the sink—their shared clean-freak tendencies kicking in even amidst the horniness. As Matt turned toward the bedroom, Liam caught his wrist, pulling him back.
"No, no. You're getting a treat first."
Taking Matt’s hand, Liam led him over to the plush, oversized sofa. The moment they arrived, Liam gently but firmly pushed Matt down onto the cushions, stepping back into the center of the room where the ambient lighting perfectly accentuated every line and groove of his physique.
"My man gets to relax and enjoy the show," Liam commanded softly.
His shaft was almost entirely erect again, his muscles beautifully pumped from the intense workout and the protein-rich dinner. Liam lightly flexed his arms, turning around slowly to give Matt a full view of his smooth, tight bubble butt, letting his fingers trace the curves. He turned back around, walking with a slow, predatory confidence toward the couch. He watched with immense satisfaction as Matt's gaze locked onto his growing length, Matt's own cock hardening in response.
The heat in the room didn’t just rise—it condensed, heavy and electric, the moment Liam stepped over Matt’s lap. Straddling him, Liam erased every inch of space between them. The friction was immediate and intoxicating; their erect lengths pressed tight against each other, a hard, demanding line of heat. Slowly, deliberately, Liam began to grind his hips down, rolling his ass and cock against Matt’s thighs in a rhythm that made them both catch their breath.
Their hands tracked a desperate path upward, mapping the contours of muscle and skin until they anchored on each other’s jaws, pulling their mouths together. The kiss was a breaking point. The hesitation that had hovered between them for days simply evaporated, replaced by a deep, bruising hunger.
As the kiss deepened, their hands wandered, greedy and impatient. Liam’s palms slid down Matt’s jaw, mapping the broad slope of his shoulders before settling over his heavy chest, his fingers kneading the muscle and pinching his hard nipples. Matt groaned into Liam's mouth, his own hands raking down Liam’s back, pulling him impossibly closer. One broad palm cupped the flare of Liam’s ass, squeezing tight, while the other mirrored Liam's movements, possessively mapping his chest.
The passion between them grew too volatile for the narrow seat. With a low growl, Matt shifted his weight, rolling them over until Liam was pinned against the cushions of the sofa, the frame creaking under the sudden, violent movement. Matt hovered over him like a predator, his mouth dropping from Liam’s lips to trail a path of biting kisses down the sensitive line of his neck. Liam arched into the touch, his fingers tangling in Matt’s hair to hold him close while his legs locked around Matt’s waist, pulling him tight against his ache.
Panting, Matt pulled back just an inch, his hand sliding down between their bodies to cup the heavy weight of Liam’s balls, his thumb stroking the slick, leaking tip of his cock.
"Seems like we're ready again, babe," Matt rasped, his voice thick with gravel.
"Yes, we are," Liam breathed, reaching down to return the favor, his fingers wrapping around Matt’s heat, stroking him into a hard, rhythmic pulse.
Matt’s eyes darkened, a sudden spark of dominance flaring in them. "You okay if I try something a little more exciting?"
"Yeah, sure," Liam panted, his heart hammering against his ribs. "What?"
"I'm taking you," Matt said, the words slow, deliberate, and dripping with intent.
Before Liam could fully process the thrill—and the sudden, delicious spike of nerves—Matt rose to his feet. Gripping Liam firmly by the hips, he hoisted him up with effortless, terrifying strength, flipping him over his shoulder in one fluid motion. A sharp, stinging slap echoed through the room as Matt’s palm struck Liam’s bare ass, a claim that sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight to Liam's core.
Hanging over Matt's shoulder, Liam’s view was a masterclass in power—the dangerous ripple of Matt’s streamlined back, the tight flex of his ass with every stride he took toward the bedroom. The sheer display of dominance had Liam’s head spinning.
Within seconds, they reached the bed. Matt leaned forward and dropped Liam onto the mattress, the springs bouncing under his weight.
Matt stood at the edge of the bed for a fraction of a second, looking down at the flushed, breathless man sprawled before him. "And how was that, babe?"
"I swear... I was about to blow just riding on your shoulder," Liam gasped, his chest heaving as he stared up at him.
A dark, possessive smile touched Matt’s lips. He crawled onto the mattress, shadowing Liam’s body with his own. "Well, that won't do. If you're going to cum in this house, you're cuming inside me, babe."
Matt remained hovering over him, his breath hot against Liam’s lips, but the sudden shift in Liam’s eyes stopped him. The initial flash of submission from being carried faded, replaced by a fierce, burning hunger to dominate.
Liam planted his palms firmly against Matt’s heavy chest and shoved upward, allowing Liam to use his momentum to roll them over. In a chaotic tangle of limbs and breathless laughs, the dynamic flipped. Now, Liam was the one pinning Matt into the mattress, straddling his hips and looking down at him with a dark, possessive gaze.
"You think it's just you doing the taking, babe?" Liam rasped, his fingers digging into Matt’s shoulders. "Not a chance."
Matt’s eyes widened slightly before a low, wicked grin spread across his face. He relaxed into the pillows, throwing his arms back above his head in an open invitation. "Show me, then."
Liam didn't hesitate. He attacked Matt's opening with his mouth, burying his tongue deep, hungry to taste him. Matt groaned aloud as Liam swept his tongue inside, tasting the creamy warmth of their previous encounter.
"I need to see that ass," Liam announced, turning Matt onto his stomach. With a firm, powerful hoist, Liam lifted Matt’s heavy legs, draping them securely over his own shoulders. The position angled Matt’s hips high into the air, leaving his entrance completely exposed while his chest and face remained buried in the pillows.
Liam leaned forward, his hot breath fanning across the sensitive skin of Matt's inner thighs before his tongue made direct, wet contact. Matt went rigid, a muffled, ragged groan tearing from his throat.
"Fuck, Liam... ah," Matt whimpered into the mattress, his voice a thick, gravelly vibration.
From his knees, Liam gripped the heavy flesh of Matt's ass cheeks, pulling them wide. As he buried his face deeper into the heat, the slick mix of lube and Liam's own warm cum began to leak slowly from Matt's core, pooling right at the rim. Liam didn't hesitate. He pressed his mouth flat against the opening, drawing the creamy, musky fluid onto his tongue with a heavy, deliberate suck. He swallowed the taste of his own release, coating his throat before darting his tongue deep inside to lick up the rest of the warmth clinging to Matt’s internal walls.
"My cum tastes so good coming out of you," Liam said between licks.
A loud, breathless moan ripped from Matt's throat, his fingers digging frantically into the sheets. The slick, incredibly lewd sounds of Liam hungrily cleaning him out filled the quiet room. Matt’s hips twitched helplessly against Liam's shoulders, his lower back arching as he trembled, thoroughly unraveled by the dirty, possessive sensation.
Liam pulled his face back from Matt’s heat, his lips wet and shining with the slick mix of semen and saliva, as Matt's legs fell off his shoulders, hitting the bed with a soft thud. He reached for the lube, intending to stroke his cock, but Matt stopped his hand.
"Your cum and saliva are all we need," Matt said, looking back with a naughty smile.
"You bet," Liam countered.
Liam moved up the bed, his body sliding over Matt’s trembling frame. The heavy scent of sex, musk, and saliva hung thick between them, fueling a sudden, driving urgency. Liam didn't waste another second. He gripped Matt’s hips, anchoring him down, and aligned his rigid length with Matt's slick, yielding entrance. With a low, possessive growl, Liam drove forward, entering Matt in one swift, uncompromising action.
Matt’s voice shattered into a high, breathless cry as his body took the full length all at once. His back arched violently off the mattress, his toes curling into the sheets as his internal muscles clamped down hard around the sudden, massive intrusion. The combined lubrication of Liam’s previous release and wet saliva allowed for a deep, seamless slide, but the sheer force of it left them both panting. Liam didn't give him time to adjust. Driven by the tight, scorching heat enveloping him, he immediately locked into a hard, relentless pounding.
Each heavy stroke hit deep and fast, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing loudly in the quiet room. The wet friction of Liam’s cum and saliva being churned between them grew deafening. Matt was completely unraveled, his head tossing wildly from side to side against the pillows. Broken, ragged moans spilled from his lips with every heavy impact that jolted through his hips.
Liam held him firmly in place, his fingers digging into Matt's waist as he pounded into him with a raw, dominant tempo, determined to leave his mark all over again.
The shift in position only stoked the fire. As Liam maintained his relentless, bruising pace, Matt arched his hips higher, meeting every heavy thrust halfway. Liam leaned down, burying his face in the crook of Matt’s neck, his hot breath ghosting over damp skin before trailing up to his jaw. Matt’s muscular hand wrapped firmly around the back of Liam's neck, pulling him down to bridge the last remaining distance between them.
Their lips met in a deep, wet, bruising kiss. It was a chaotic exchange of heat and saliva, their tongues tangling with the same raw intensity as their lower bodies. Liam’s hands slid up from Matt’s waist, broad palms flattening against Matt's chest. He gripped and fondled the tight, sweat-slicked muscle of Matt's pecs, squeezing hard in time with the heavy, rhythmic rhythm of his hips.
Needing a deeper angle, Liam abruptly pulled back, the sudden separation drawing a sharp, needy whine from Matt’s throat. In one fluid, commanding motion, Liam turned Matt fully onto his back. He grabbed Matt’s ankles, pushing his knees all the way back against his chest to completely expose him.
Settling over him in a rigid, powerful push-up position, Liam locked his gaze with Matt's and drove back in. This time, the pace was downright savage—a brutal, unyielding pile-driver rhythm that made the headboard slam violently against the wall. The slick, echoing friction of their collision filled the room as Liam buried himself to the hilt over and over again, leaving Matt completely breathless.
Matt’s hands roved frantically across Liam's broad, sweat-sheened back, his nails digging into the tense muscles. Desperate for grounding amidst the overwhelming friction, Matt reached up, framing Liam's face with both hands to drag him down into another searing kiss.
Right there, mid-kiss, with their lips locked and their breaths mingling, Liam hit the absolute limit. A low rumble vibrated deep in his chest as his entire body went rigid. With one final, deep, trembling drive, he flooded Matt's core for the second time that night, the thick warmth pooling inside as he held himself deep within Matt's tight, pulsing heat.
Panting, Matt pulled back slightly. "I want to taste you. Get up here."
Liam crawled up Matt's body, resting his weight over Matt's chest. Matt immediately took Liam's softening cock into his mouth, greedily sucking out the remaining traces of his release. While Matt licked him clean, Liam leaned back slightly and reached down, his fingers wrapping around Matt's heavy, rigid length to stroke him back to a fierce pulse.
Sated but still burning with a wicked, playful energy, Liam slipped down the bed, settling his weight comfortably between Matt's spread thighs. Right in front of him was Matt’s heavy shaft, still weeping precum and twitching with leftover adrenaline.
Determined to return the favor—and prove his absolute mastery—Liam leaned over. He parted his lips and took the thick head of Matt's cock into his mouth, sliding all the way down to the base in one smooth, confident take. He immediately locked into a rhythmic, bobbing pace, the wet friction filling the space between them.
As his mouth worked, Liam’s hands went to war. His right hand cupped the heavy weight of Matt’s balls, kneading and fondling them with perfect pressure. Simultaneously, his left hand trailed a path of fire up Matt’s tense, rippling abs—his nails lightly scratching the sweat-slicked skin—before spreading flat against Matt's broad chest, heavily groping the firm muscle.
But Liam wasn’t done. Reaching blindly beneath Matt’s hips, his fingers traced the deep crease of his ass until they found the wet, loosened opening. The two thick loads of Liam's own cum made for the absolute perfect, creamy lubrication. He slid a single finger inside, piercing the heat with an effortless, deep stroke.
Matt’s hips buckled off the mattress, a shattered groan escaping him, but Liam only raised the stakes. He slid a second finger into the slick, pulsing core, stretching him out while his mouth adapted flawlessly to the increased friction. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive rim of Matt's head, flicking it wicked-fast, while his hand on Matt's chest pinched and rolled a tight nipple.
Then, Liam added a third finger, arching them inside Matt's internal walls to hook right against his sweetest spot. The pace of his fingers entering and exiting Matt became frantic and demanding. The sheer overload of stimulation—the bruising grip on his chest, the sharp pull at his nipples, the relentless heat of Liam’s mouth, the tight squeeze on his balls, and the fast, slick intrusion in his ass—was a direct assault on Matt’s senses. It was entirely too much, and exactly what he needed to be pushed over the absolute edge.
"I'm gonna cum, babe..." Matt whimpered, his eyes rolling back as his hips began to twitch helplessly, his hands desperately tightening in Liam's hair.
Liam didn’t break the seal of his mouth. Instead, he looked up through his lashes, his eyes dark, blown-out, and fiercely possessive, giving Matt a silent, commanding look that demanded total surrender right into his throat.
Matt caught that intense gaze and completely shattered. He exploded, a thick, hot torrent of semen pulsing directly into the back of Liam's throat. Liam didn't flinch; he took every single heavy pulse, swallowing greedily, drinking Matt down until the very last drop was gone.
Liam slowly pulled his mouth away, a thin, glistening strand of saliva and Matt's release breaking between them. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a heavy, deeply satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he climbed back up the mattress.
Matt lay completely ruined against the pillows, his chest heaving, his muscles still twitching with the aftershocks of the orgasm. As Liam settled his weight over him, Matt let out a low, breathless laugh, his arm heavily looping around Liam's shoulders to pull him down.
"Holy fuck, babe," Matt croaked, his voice thick and exhausted. "You really are a man of your word and a competitive bastard, aren't you?"
Liam chuckled, resting his chin on Matt's slick chest, looking up at him with a wicked glint in his eyes. "I told you I'd make you cum once tonight."
"That's honestly the best orgasm I've ever had," Matt breathed out, his fingers winding deep into Liam's damp hair, giving a gentle, possessive tug that pulled Liam’s face just a fraction closer. "You're completely insane in bed, aren't you?"
"Insane for you," Liam murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against Matt's skin.
Shifting his weight, Liam slid off to the side, but he didn't let the distance last. He instantly pulled Matt into a deep, lingering kiss—this one stripped of the earlier brutality, filled instead with a slow, searing intimacy that tasted of sweat, heat, and a profound, quiet affection. When they finally parted, Liam tucked his body flush against Matt’s side, hooking his leg over Matt’s thighs to anchor them together. He rested his head right over the steady, comforting thud of Matt’s heart, listening to the rhythm slow down.
"This was one of the absolute best nights of my life," Liam said softly. The wicked smirk was gone, replaced by a rare, striking tenderness as he reached up, framing Matt's face with both hands to look directly into his heavy, shadowed eyes.
Matt’s expression softened, a warm smile touching his lips. "I'm glad it was. It was the exact same for me."
Liam leaned up just a fraction, a trace of that playful, wicked spark returning to his gaze. "And don't forget... we still have tomorrow morning."
Matt let out a low, rumbling chuckle, the vibration thrumming right against Liam's cheek. "Oh, I won't. But rest first, you animal," he murmured, leaning down to plant a soft, lingering kiss on Liam's lips. "Goodnight, babe."
"Goodnight, babe," Liam replied, tightening his grip around Matt's waist.
Wrapped tightly in each other’s arms, their bodies still slick and tangled in the messy sheets, the lingering heat of their passion slowly melted into a profound, heavy exhaustion. With their breathing synced in the quiet room, they finally drifted off into a deep, effortless sleep.
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