Matty all but dragged George into their shared bedroom when they returned from the heist, which had gone perfectly despite George's odd feeling from earlier. Matty was giddy on adrenaline, and drugs, and George, his body desperate for more than the kisses they hadn't been able to stop sharing even after they'd gotten in the van.

"You sure you want to do this?" George asked when Matty stripped quickly before he began tugging at George's shirt, wanting to have his skin against his as soon as possible.

"Yeah - fuck, please George, been wanting this," Matty all but begged, his head fuzzy with lust and need now that George was finally his to touch, and kiss, and love with all of his heart.

"Have you been with a bloke before?" George asked, his eyes widening a bit when Matty shook his head no. Matty wanted to laugh, because the few times they had brought someone back to where they were staying, almost everyone knew about it by morning, so surely George would have noticed if he had a boy in his bed the next day, but the sound got trapped in Matty's throat when George kicked off his trousers and pants, revealing his hard cock which looked so much bigger than Matty remembered it to be the few times he'd accidentally caught sight of George as he stepped out of the shower.

George kissed Matty then, successfully distracting him while backing him up against the bed at the same time. Matty went with him willingly, his body automatically letting George lead him where he wanted him, his spine arching as George added to the dark bruises that already littered his neck and collarbone.

Matty whimpered quietly when George pulled away, but he returned quickly enough with the bottle of lube Matty had stolen and a condom. Matty's blood rushed lower as George began slicking up his fingers, his legs instinctually spreading around George as he tried to calm his erratic breathing.

"Let me know if I need to stop at any time." George waited for Matty's nod of understanding before leaning over to kiss him again, rubbing his wet fingers over his hole at the same time.

Matty gasped into George's mouth, the simple touch setting his nerves into overdrive and leaving him desperate for more. George didn't tease him for long though, making sure to keep his movements slow and controlled as he opened up Matty carefully, moving from one, to two, to three fingers even after Matty swore he was ready.

Matty was covered in sweat and strung so tightly he wasn't sure how much longer he could stop himself from coming when George finally removed his fingers. His cock was hard and leaking all over his stomach, his muscles clenching down on nothing after being so full only moments before.

Once George had slipped the condom on and gotten it slick, he leaned over Matty, his weight comforting him while at the same time teasing him as the blunt head of his cock pressed against his damp hole.

"I love you," George whispered against Matty's mouth, the soft words calming Matty briefly, inspiring him to drag George down for a fierce kiss that left his lips feeling bruised and swollen.

"Please?" Matty asked quietly, his hips tilting forward weakly when George didn't immediately move, the overwhelming importance of the moment leaving Matty tongue-tied and love drunk as George began to press inside of him slowly.

Matty didn't really register the pain, although there was some, but all he could feel was the hot drag of George inside of him, and the soft moans that were falling from George's lips as Matty cried out noisily, but most of all, he focused on the intense connection radiating from their joined bodies, and when he allowed his mind to remember how they had gotten here, Matty found himself on the verge of tears even as George began moving inside of him.

George might not believe in fate, but Matty did, how else could he explain George's presence in his life? He went from a hellish existence to being with the one person who loved him with everything he had, he was cherished now, and adored, and fuck - Matty would gladly take a thousand more beatings from his father if it meant that he got to be with George in the end.

Matty came quickly once George found his prostate, his eyes squeezing shut as he clung to George so roughly he was sure he left finger-shaped bruises behind on his shoulders. George kissed him through his orgasm, holding him tightly as he followed Matty over the edge with a soft groan that he muffled with Matty's mouth.

And when Matty curled up against George's warm side once he had cleaned them both up, he realized that he never wanted this snapshot in time to end. He wished he could stay here forever with nothing but George, because he couldn't imagine himself ever being happier than he was right now.