for Matt

[tohearthesound]

Rache has been doing quite a bit of thinking since the last time he saw Matt; it was more productive than he expected. On the other hand, it left him unable to go any further without first talking to Matt again.

Which brings him to his seat at the bar tonight. No drink, no food; he's a little busy watching the room at the moment, but maybe later.

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[semicharmed]

Matt's breath doesn't quite catch, but his pulse quickens.

Slowly, his head tips back.

[tohearthesound]

He presses his mouth to Matt's throat, slowly parting his lips until he can flicker his tongue between them, dragging over Matt's skin.

[semicharmed]

Now his breath does catch.

"Oh," he murmurs.

[tohearthesound]

Rache chuckles softly, placing a second kiss beside the first.

[semicharmed]

He laughs, a soft contented sound, and glances down quickly to locate Rache's hand.

His fingers fumble for it.

[tohearthesound]

Rache closes his hand gently around Matt's fingers.

His mouth, meanwhile, traces a path slowly up the side of Matt's throat to his jaw.

[semicharmed]

Matt's thumb strokes Rache's hand.

It almost frightens him, the way the want surges up. Even without the magic to give him away, Rache has to hear it in his heartbeat: Yes please I want you I want you now--


It was easier, in a way, to hold back entirely.

[tohearthesound]

Rache knows the feeling.

(He wants to jump back into this with both feet, as if nothing has changed, but so much has and the threat of recoiling from this--from Matt--looms large in the back of his mind.

He is going to be careful. But he is also going to have what he wants.)

After a passing nip at Matt's jaw, Rache kisses his mouth. It's nothing like the kisses they've shared recently downstairs. Those were restrained by nerves and the knowledge of an audience. This is bold and a little demanding, a dare, and yet tender still. Rache brings his other hand up to cradle Matt's jaw.

[semicharmed]

And this, Matt will eventually (or never) tell him.

Is exactly why I think I'm in love with you.

He returns the kiss and the dare, his own need and yearning against Rache's mouth. His fingers twist in Rache's, squeezing.

[tohearthesound]

Rache makes a low, pleased sound, letting his mouth open against Matt's.

[semicharmed]

Matt sighs softly into the kiss, leaning against him.

His head tilts for a better angle.

[tohearthesound]

Rache adjusts slightly, turning more towards Matt.

The hand on Matt's jaw slides gently down his throat, curling over his shoulder.

[semicharmed]

He makes a soft, contented sound at that; his tongue nudges against Rache's lower lip.

He doesn't want to push him, or go too fast.

But he feels so good.

[tohearthesound]

Rache hmmmms in reply, letting his own tongue brush Matt's.

Hopefully this will alleviate any concerns about going too fast, at least for now.

[semicharmed]

It does very nicely, yes.

Matt's tongue brushes Rache's back, almost teasing-- more relaxed than a moment ago, at least.

He is preoccupied momentarily with the taste of him.

[tohearthesound]

It's a fine thing to be preoccupied by, in Rache's opinion.

He drags Matt's lower lip into his mouth, teeth scraping lightly.

[semicharmed]

Matt's breath hitches pleasantly; his hand squeezes Rache's and then releases, fingers extricating themselves to trail over his forearm.

He turns his body in towards Rache's, thigh brushing his thigh as he shifts.

[tohearthesound]

He pinches with his teeth one more time, kissing down Matt's chin and the center of his throat.

When he hits Matt's shirt collar, Rache pauses, panting against his skin.

[semicharmed]

Matt's breath is coming faster too, though he is trying to control it.

His fingertips trace gentle, non-pattern patterns over Rache's arm.

"It's okay," he murmurs.

[tohearthesound]

Rache laughs softly.

"Yes. It is."

The hand on Matt's shoulder slides down and across, rests on the first button of his shirt.

"May I?"

[semicharmed]

Matt laughs too, a grin lifting his mouth at the corners.

"Yes," he says.

"Emphatically yes."

[tohearthesound]

Rache undoes the first button, parting the fabric until he can press his mouth to the notch between Matt's collarbones.

[semicharmed]

"Oh, that's nice," he sighs, subsiding momentarily onto the mattress.

[tohearthesound]

Rache hums, sucking gently.

His hand, meanwhile drifts down Matt's chest, leaving undone buttons in its wake.

[semicharmed]

Matt's back arches slightly, a contented stretch under Rache's mouth and hand.

His eyes close for the moment; his fingers clutch at Rache's arm.