Matty had assumed that after their session in the club, he'd calm down a bit, or maybe George would have, but when George pushes him against the wall of his apartment the second the door closes behind them and kisses him, Matty's cock swells and his stomach churns in anticipation of more.

Matty's lips feel puffy and used, but he pushes against George's mouth eagerly anyway, deepening the kiss until he feels George's teeth nipping at his skin. Matty can't get enough, it's almost as if he'll never be sated, and it's only when he gets so lost in their motions that he forgets to breathe that he's forced to pull away.

"I love kissing you," George murmurs as Matty gasps for air, his forehead leaning against Matty's in a gentle fashion that has Matty's heart fluttering in his chest even as his cock pulses against his zipper. "I don't want to stop."

"Then don't," Matty encourages him.

George takes Matty advice, kissing him like he'll die if he breaks the contact of their mouths, leaving Matty weak at the knees and clinging to the fabric of George's stained shirt. Eventually, Matty's brain gets the brilliant idea to remove the piece of fabric from George's body, and fuck - he's so glad that he does.

"Bloody hell, you're fit," Matty exhales heavily. He's a bit embarrassed by how awestruck he sounds, but it's the truth.

Endearingly enough, George blushes in the way of a response, making Matty fall that much harder for him in the process.

"And you're gorgeous," George adds a few seconds later.

Matty melts then and there, his bones turn to jelly and he actually sways in place for a moment. George seems to notice his unsteady movements since he steps forward and braces Matty with a soft touch to his shoulder, which Matty leans into gratefully.

Matty briefly wonders if he's caught in an amazing dream, because this seems too good to be real. He knows it's not though, he didn't make George up, even if it seems that he did at times.

He can't believe he's here though, that George is his, at least for the night, and hopefully longer than that, but if by some slim chance this is a fantasy that his mind has concocted, Matty is determined to make the most of it.

"Take me to bed?" Matty asks breathily, a shiver running down his spine when George nods eagerly before letting Matty lead him down the short hallway into his room.

Matty tumbles backward onto the mattress when the back of his knees hit it, pulling George down with him in the process. George reattaches their lips again instantly, his tongue stealing Matty's air and his coherency as it sweeps into his mouth as soon as he parts his teeth.

"What do you want from me?" George eventually asks when Matty begins bucking upward needily, his messy hair and blown out pupils causing the desperation Matty is barely holding back to flare up suddenly.

"Fuck me George - please?" Matty begs.

Matty knows they are moving quickly once again, but as he had already decided in the club, he doesn't care as long as George is on the same page. They've done their share of waiting, and if he doesn't get George's cock inside of him soon, he thinks he might actually cry.

"God Matty," George groans softly as his hands begin tearing at Matty's clothes, removing them so quickly that Matty is surprised that nothing is ripped in the process, not that he would mind if it was.

Matty gasps as the cool air of the room hits his heated cock once George manages to pull down his leather trousers, the contrasting temperatures somehow increasing his arousal. Matty feels like he's weighed down with desire, his limbs seem heavy and languid, and all he wants is for George to take care of him, which George appears intent on doing.

"Lube?" George asks once he's gotten rid of his own jeans, his cock jutting up toward his stomach as his eyes dart around Matty's room impatiently.

"Drawer," Matty points, something that might be a giggle bubbling up in his throat as George all but lunges for the dresser he gestured to, returning with his bottle of lube and a condom as well.

Matty isn't sure why he's on the verge of laughter, but can't deny that he is borderline giddy. It's probably because he'd never thought he'd be here, watching George slick up his large fingers as his legs spread automatically for him, his hips tilting upward in the hopes of inciting George to move quicker as George gazes down at him endearingly.

Matty thinks if he doesn't focus on holding back his chuckles he might begin spewing out words instead, including a set of three that he feels so strongly it almost aches. Now isn't the time though, he doesn't want to tell George he loves him as he's circling his rim teasingly with his thumb, so he focuses on the sensations he's experiencing instead of the declaration of love that is bouncing around in his head.

"You okay?" George asks when Matty whimpers quietly, his hand still hovering between Matty's splayed thighs as if asking permission although Matty has already granted him full control over his body.

"Perfect," Matty nods, his head lolling back as George's lips tilt up into a smile, his muscles tensing up when George presses one finger inside of him gently.

Matty can't stop the loud moan that escapes his throat when George begins moving the digit inside of him, because even though it's nothing compared to what his cock will feel like, Matty's forgotten how wonderful it is to be full of something. Even at the club, he's mostly been giving blowjobs lately, and even if he had been getting fucked every night, he knows nothing will ever come close to matching what it's like to be with George.

Matty quickly falls to pieces as George adds another finger, and then a third. His cock is already dripping all over his abdomen as he tries not to come, and he can't seem to stop the endless stream of sounds that are bubbling out of his chest continuously. He debates asking George to give him his cock now before he loses it completely, but he's bigger than anyone he's ever taken before, so he knows he needs the extra prep.

"You think you're ready?" George speaks up after an indeterminate amount of time, snapping Matty out of his pleasure induced haze for a moment, his lungs burning as he tries to drag in enough oxygen to form a reply.

Matty's gaze flits over George's body as he nods in lieu of using words. He notices that George is just as affected by all of this as he is, and he hasn't even touched himself yet. His cock is wet at the head too, its angry red color showing how close he is to losing it, and god - the fact that George is so turned on simply by fingering Matty makes him feel powerful, and somehow also adored.

"I am George, I need you," Matty chokes out when George still doesn't move, his legs trembling with want when George finally rolls a condom over his length and lubes himself up, wiping the excess off around Matty's stretched rim, which drags a tortured cry out of him.

"Tell me if I need to stop," George whispers reassuringly as he grabs the base of his dick, guiding it gently against Matty's hole as Matty lifts up eagerly to meet him.

Matty thinks he might temporarily blackout when George pushes inside of him, because fuck - he's so full he almost can't handle the sensation. There is a bit of pain, but nothing overwhelming, mostly he just feels stretched, and vulnerable, and cared for.

George sets a slow pace at first, his hips rocking into Matty gently as he leans over, his frame hovering above Matty's which lets George trail sloppy kisses across his neck and chest.

Matty is too overcome to match his motions at first, he simply lies there and tries to process everything, but when George hits his prostate, ripping a harsh groan out of him in the process, his body begins moving back against George's, seeking more of the pleasure that's starting to burn him up from the inside out.

Matty has never thought of sex as beautiful before. It's nice of course, he never complains about a good orgasm, but he had always scoffed at the people who call it making love, or who gushed about how wonderful and mind-blowing it is.

Now he understands, because honestly, it feels wrong to describe what he and George are doing as fucking, it is so much more than that. Their movements are so in sync it almost feels like they are participating in a filthy dance, and the euphoria he's receiving from all of this transcends everything else he's ever experienced.

Matty comes so quickly he barely has time to warn George that he's close. He clings to George as he cries out, his muscles locking up as he spurts hotly across his stomach. George kisses him through his orgasm, his own body beginning to shake as he follows Matty over the edge a minute later, his cock swelling inside of Matty as he empties himself into the condom.

Matty pants heavily when George pulls out slowly, his eyes drifting shut as George shifts to the side before returning with one of their shirts which he uses to clean Matty off again.

Matty knows he needs a shower, but he honestly isn't sure if he can move, so he stays put, letting George wipe him down with a tenderness that Matty has never been treated to before.

Matty bites his swollen lip to stop himself from blurting out the words bouncing around inside of his head. He doesn't want to ruin this perfect moment by telling George he loves him, because it might be too much. Matty knows George cares, but he can't scare him off, not know when he finally has him.

"You alright love?" George chuckles hoarsely when Matty whimpers softly, his sensitive cock twitching slightly when George brushes over it softly with whatever fabric he's using to remove the come from Matty's skin.

"I'm incredible," Matty mumbles sleepily, and he truly means that.

He feels sated and content, also a bit sticky and sweaty, but he really doesn't care about that right now. Moving means being further away from George, and Matty isn't ready to do that just yet.

"I think you are too," George grins cheekily, easily dodging Matty's hand when he tries to swat at him playfully.

"Come here and cuddle me," Matty whines when George doesn't immediately return to his side, his neediness apparently not dissipating even after two orgasms, but Matty has a feeling it probably never will when George is involved.

"I can stay the night?" George asks like it's even a question at this point, a sheepish looking crossing his face when Matty scoffs while scooting over to make more room for George on the mattress.

"I want you to," Matty speaks just in case George hasn't gotten his point. He is rewarded with George's warm torso pressing against his own as he crawls under the blankets next to him, covering them both up before he presses a gentle kiss to the crown of Matty's head. "You're not just a fuck to me you know?"

"Good, because you're so much more than that to me," George answers in a low mumble.

Matty can't hide the smile that splits his face in two, but a yawn soon interrupts the happy expression. He wants to discuss this further with George, to talk about what they are and if George wants what Matty does, but they're both exhausted, so it can wait until the morning.

"Goodnight George," Matty whispers quietly as he snuggles as close to him as he can, his lids already drooping shut when he feels George wrap an arm around him securely.

"Sweet dreams love," George responds.

Matty drifts off with his head nestled on George's chest, his steady heartbeat lulling him to sleep almost instantly.

Matty thinks he hears George say something as his mind begins to go blank, it almost sounds like 'I love you', but Matty is too far gone to decipher if it's real or the start of a dream before he loses consciousness entirely.

I didn't mean for this to take so long but I sort of hit a smut writing block for a bit.

I finally got this finished though and I am happy with the way it turned out even if it's not as detailed as I originally planned it to be.

I think there is only one more chapter after this, but it might turn into two if I can't tie it all up at once. I haven't entirely decided how I am doing that yet, but either way I will try to update soon.

Votes and comments are always appreciated if you feel like leaving one.

I love you all xxx

- starr