i wrote this in about seven different moods im sorry if it shows lmao

tw this is stealy fight me

The kitchen tiles were fucking freezing under Matty’s bum, even through his jeans; it felt almost as if his arse was actually wet from the temperature difference, though he couldn’t bring himself to stand up when the kettle clicked and slowed down, signifying it had boiled.

“Harry?” Matty called out, looking at the doorway into the living room to see Harry turn to face him. “Help me up, babe.”

He had slid down to the floor due to physical tiredness from the day, not really wanting to stand up to wait for the kettle, but now that he was down he couldn’t quite find it in himself to get back up again until his boyfriend’s hand was in his own, tugging him upright, and as he always felt when they touched, even in such a simple way, Matty’s heart sped up noticeably, a grin spreading across his face before he leaned in to kiss Harry.

“Don’t think I can walk.”

Harry couldn’t help but roll his eyes - admittedly with a smile - at Matty’s petulance, but grabbed his waist all the same. “Jump on then, love.”

Matty did just that, sucking in a breath at the pressure of Harry’s hands on his ribs, warming his flesh through the loose-knit sweater he had on. He wrapped his thighs over Harry’s hips, linking his ankles at the small of Harry’s back and resting his forehead in the crook of his neck.

It was when Harry tried to put Matty down but the older man clung on like a fucking koala that Harry tried to put his foot down, muttering “I really spoil you, don’t I?” before prying Matty off his torso, plopping him onto the sofa and sinking down next to him to finish the Coronation Street rerun from a few years back. Matty instantly curled into his side, a grin slipping onto Harry’s face as he immediately curled an arm around the small man’s shoulders.

“Still love you, though.”

Matty looked up at Harry at that, leaning up to kiss him on the mouth. Harry pulled away shortly to kiss his nose. “Love you too, Harry.”

The pair were quiet once Harry refocused his attention onto the telly, allowing Matty to plant brief kisses at the corner of his mouth every once in awhile. He didn't, however, notice that the duration of Matty's lips pressing against him was growing, and the Matty was dragging them closer to the centre of Harry's mouth until, around halfway through the rerun, Matty had Harry pulled into a proper kiss, Harry's teeth automatically grazing against Matty’s bottom lip before removing himself.

Matty was, of course, somewhat frustrated by this: it wasn't often that Harry was in such a cuddly mood. Admittedly, Harry always went along with it if Matty was in that kind of mood - which happened frequently - but the older man was fairly unwilling to believe his boyfriend was genuinely intent on avoiding his kisses like this.

And so, he continued to kiss Harry every few minutes, until he succeeded in sucking the younger man's lower lip between his teeth, feeling a hot burst of Harry's breath against his upper lip which he took as a good sign, nuzzling his nose into Harry's as he sucked gently, nibbling a little.

It was, after Harry's previous lack of response, something of a surprise when Matty felt Harry's hands on his waist, pushing him back and down onto the arm on the sofa. Harry's larger frame felt almost suffocating, the heat of his body making him squirm slightly up into his chest.

Matty groaned when Harry ran a hand down his chest to cup his crotch, lifting his hips up against his large hand, and released Harry's lip. Immediately, Harry sat up on his knees, rearranging his limbs to straddle Matty's skinny thighs, working Matty's fly open with nimble fingers.

Pouting slightly, Matty reached his fingers up to link around Harry's neck in an attempt to drag their lips together once more, but Harry simply paused his actions to take hold of his skinny wrists, removing his weak grip from his nape. Matty whined, but accepted that he wouldn't be allowed to touch, at least for now, and settled his fists by his sides.

Holding back a smirk at Matty's sudden compliance - as he always was when they fucked - in favour of keeping a fairly blank expression, ruined only by the slight glimmer in his eyes, Harry shimmer Matty's trousers down his legs, tugging the tight material over his feet and flinging them to the floor.

Harry leaned down, kissing the corner of Matty's mouth and chuckling through his nose when the older man tried to tilt his head and direct Harry to his lips. He trailed closed lips down Matty's jaw, letting his nose brush behind against the smattering of stubble that Matty had grown over the last few days they'd spent together in Harry's flat.

The trailing ended at Matty's collarbone, closed lips turning into open mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin. Matty couldn't help but gasp when Harry grazed his teeth over his collarbone, tugging slightly at the pale skin and leaving a bright red indent where Harry had dug his teeth in.

Pulling himself away, Harry sat up, sliding his hands under Matty's back to pull the older man up with him. He lifted Matty's t shirt over his head before pushing him gently back down, bending over to press wet kisses down his belly and to his thighs.

Harry lifted one of Matty's thighs off the sofa before shimmying back over the man, not letting his own body touch Matty's except for his lips as he sucked a small hickey into the sensitive skin at Matty's pulse point. After viewing the red mark with a small smirk, Harry tapped two fingers at Matty's lips, prompting his boyfriend to open his mouth and suck his digits onto his tongue, coating the quickly with spit.

After a few minutes, Harry pulled his fingers out gently, before sitting back on his knees. Using his dry hand, he reached over to grab a cushion which he slid under Matty's hips when he lifted them, knowing what Harry meant to do with it.

Matty managed to wiggle the slender thigh that Harry had let sit on the sofa up to rest on the cushions that were pressed against the sofa back to give Harry a better angle when he felt Harry's forefinger run over his entrance, the tip dipping in occasionally. He couldn't help but press back against Harry's digit, his cock crying out for attention, when Harry finally pushed a single finger in properly, twisting it around until he nudged against Matty's prostate with the pad of his finger. Harry practically drowned in the gasp that Matty let out before rasping “fuck” under his breath, his mouth drying at the friction against his nerves when Harry twisted his fingers almost viciously.

Matty could feel the familiar heat begin to glow in his belly almost embarrassingly fast, and he found himself rocking back onto Harry’s fingers as roughly as he could, trying to force the digits as far in him as possible, managing to wedge the soft flesh into the knuckle. Harry took the hint, moving his hand faster and more harshly than before, still not touching Matty’s cock, leaking precome onto his tummy. Matty had accepted that Harry wasn’t going to touch him and while he couldn’t help but buck his hips up and around in hopes that the hand resting on his thigh would brush against his dick, he knew he was able to come harder if he wasn’t touched.

It was Harry’s lips brushing chastely through the fluid on Matty’s belly that pushed Matty all the way to the edge. He dug his chipped nails into his palms, clenching his thighs in a way that pushed his hips slightly off the soft faux velvet of the sofa vehemently as he came, spurting almost violently over his tummy as Harry gave one final rub to his prostate, almost vibrating his fingers with little movements and forcing Matty’s orgasm to stretch out longer than Matty had expected, the older man squeezing his eyes shut against the impossible sensation.

Harry quickly extracted his strong fingers from Matty’s arse, sliding himself off the sofa as Matty lay in recovery, his eyes now gently closed rather than crunched shut, his face looking contrastingly peaceful compared to his heaving chest and quivering stomach.

When he was stood, Harry tugged open his shirt buttons, languidly shrugging it off as Matty’s eyes slipped open, adjusting to the light once more to watch his younger boyfriend undressing himself in the middle of the rug, his clothes piling next to his feet. It took Matty a moment to realise that he wasn’t just undressing to come and cuddle him on the sofa - Matty was getting a little chilly without his body heat - and was in fact sporting a swollen cock and flushed chest.

Matty groaned in a mix of appreciation and slight apprehension when Harry pushed his tight boxers down to his feet, stepping out of them and towards Matty with that smirk now dancing freely across his features.

“What - what?”

Harry’s smirked widened at Matty’s current confusion, though he was fairly sure Matty was probably aware of the situation. “Just stretched you out, love,” he hummed. “You not want me to fuck you?”

Matty’s breath quickened slightly at the simple words, scrambling to get on his knees with his elbows resting on the arm of the sofa. “‘m I okay here?”

He didn’t turn around to look at Harry as he stepped through the few metres that had been separating them, and jumped slightly at the sudden touch of Harry’s clean hand against his spine, running his fingers over the vertebrae, somewhat visible since Matty had his back curled over slightly. Harry’s fingers were pushing down firmly, dipping between the bones with every crevice and hill, ripping a shudder through Matty’s shoulders.

“Perfect.”

Harry knelt behind his boyfriend, pressing his chest to Matty’s back so that he was curved over the short man, and littered sloppy, open-mouthed kisses over the top of his shoulders, rubbing his hands over Matty’s hips as he waited for his cock to properly swell once more. Matty, however, was impatient as ever, pushing back against Harry’s dick, feeling it push through his crack, dry, and let out a short breath of air at the sensation of the tip rubbing over his sensitive hole.

Rolling his eyes a little at Matty’s antics, Harry held his palm in front of Matty’s face, waiting for him to gather saliva and spit in his hand. He rubbed the liquid over himself before letting his cock rest against Matty's crack, waiting a moment for Matty to calm down slightly from his orgasm, and for his cock to start to fill again.

When Harry pushed in, slowly due to it being drier than what Matty was used to, the older man let out a wracked groan, his body vaguely protesting the intrusion and the drag of almost dry fucking, despite his swelling cock. His mind, however, was forcing his hips back onto Harry immediately, not wanting to wait for his boyfriend to pick up the pace - much more interested in coming again than his safety. Besides, he was well stretched by now, and he was a big boy, after all.

Harry responded to Matty's hips rubbing back against without a second thought, understanding that Matty needed this already, and slid his hands around to grip Matty's hips, his fingers pushing into the front of his pelvis as a shudder forced its way along Matty's back, the muscles in the back of his shoulders visibly tensing.

By this point, Matty was fully hard again, and needy as ever, wiggling his hips to force Harry against his prostate and gasping sharply whenever he succeeded.

“Matty - not gonna last long with you like this.” Harry paused to inhale a quick breath, his thighs beginning to burn a little from the continuous strain. “You looked so good for me - you're so good, love, coming untouched for me, all pretty and blushing. Fuck.”

Matty couldn't help but whine at the praise, feeling himself getting closer at the unexpected words after Harry had been so stoic so far.

Harry hadn't been lying - within a few more seconds of fast movements and leaning down to press kisses to Matty's spine, he could tell he was close to coming, could feel his cock twitching in Matty, and after another few minutes, Harry was leaning one hand on the back of the sofa and letting out a stentorian groan as he came, shuddering and practically falling on his tiny angel of a boyfriend.

The feeling of Harry coming inside him, along with the words of his beauty Harry had started murmuring in Matty's ear as he sloppily continued his movements had Matty spilling over the sofa and crying out with a whine at the oversensitivity of coming a second time in one night, so soon after the first.

Harry sighed contentedly, and sat back on his heels, Matty following his touch by leaning back with him and sinking onto his lap, sitting sideways so that his side pressed into Harry's chest. He could feel his younger boyfriend breathing heavily, the movements rocking his body gently in the aftermath.

They were still for a few minutes, calming themselves down, with Harry's arms encircling Matty's waist, and Matty curled up on himself slightly, his head leaning on Harry's shoulder so that his face was shoved against his neck.

“Good job there's a throw on the sofa.” Matty's voice was wrecked, and cracked halfway through his sentence, forcing a giggle from his throat at the broken sound.

Harry hummed, sliding a hand under Matty's things and standing up with the small man in his arms. He wordlessly carried his boyfriend through the flat to their bedroom, plopping him down in a sitting position on the bed to rifle through their drawers, looking for clothes to nap in.

When he through Matty some of his own merch, Matty grinned up at him, shaking his head. “What is it with popstars being egotists?”

He slid the shirt on all the same, standing up to go back downstairs.

“Where you going?"

Matty frowned, turning around. “Gotta finish Coronation Street.”

“Fucking hell.” Harry rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, lying down on the bed and pulling the lavender bedsheets over him. “C’mon, I'm tired, you must be too. Nap.”

Matty smiled warmly at him, stepping back across the room to the bed and flopping down next to his boyfriend.

“Love you.”

“Love you too, hun. Now sleep.”