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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[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.

[tohearthesound]

When the last of the buttons slips free, Rache lays his hand on Matt's stomach, holding it there for a moment before sliding it around to the small of his back.

[semicharmed]

Eyes open now, Matt relishes the feeling of Rache's hand on his skin. He almost doesn't want to move.

But he does want a kiss.

Matt tilts his head and leans close again.

"Can I ...?"

[tohearthesound]

"Yes," Rache whispers.

"Please do."

[semicharmed]

He doesn't try at all to hold back his smile.

Matt kisses him, slow at first but getting harder as he gains assurance.

[tohearthesound]

Rache kisses back with equal fervor, his fingertips curling against Matt's skin.

[semicharmed]

Matt bites at his lip now, then sucks.

He pushes towards Rache's body, craving contact, but it's not quite as insistent as he might be-- still mostly an arch of his spine.

[tohearthesound]

Rache twists toward him, rolling onto his side and using the hand on Matt's back to pull him a little closer.

(Matt isn't the only one who craves contact.)

[semicharmed]

Matt is more than happy to let himself be pulled.

He gasps in a breath and kisses Rache again, one hand sliding around the back of his neck.

[tohearthesound]

He arches into the touch before crushing his mouth back to Matt's.

He has missed this like air in his lungs. One of his legs hooks over Matt's at the ankle.

[semicharmed]

"Umm."

Matt's appreciative noise is very nearly a moan.

His legs shift, the better to tangle with Rache's, and his fingers knead at the back of his neck.

[tohearthesound]

Rache groans, melting against Matt.

That feels extremely good. (He might mumble something to that effect.)

[semicharmed]

Matt is not particularly adept at verbalizing right now either.

But he feels his body respond to Rache's, pressing closer, and his fingers continue to dig into the muscles of his neck.

[tohearthesound]

Rache nuzzles against Matt's jaw, letting his teeth drag occasionally over skin.

[semicharmed]

"'Snice," he murmurs, the word nice dragging out.

His fingers move up into his hair, then slide slowly back down his neck.

[tohearthesound]

Rache's laugh is a rumble in his throat, felt more than heard.

His mouth scrapes close to Matt's ear. "Yeah?"

[semicharmed]

He laughs too, head tilting ticklishly; his own laugh is breathy and contented.

"Yeah," he agrees.

His hand drifts down and starts to knead at Rache's shoulder.

[tohearthesound]

He groans again in pleasure, right about the time his teeth close on Matt's earlobe.