[ Tezcatlipoca can, at times, look at Matt with what feels like a predator's gaze. But that's not always a bad thing. Right now, as he moves towards him on the bed with his eyes on the gun (and Matt's mouth, and Matt's mouth on the gun), the appraisal sparks a curl of warmth in his belly. Matt sinks eagerly into the kiss, gratefully--still very careful to keep his fingers back from the trigger.
I've only just begun to suck, he considers saying, as the kiss breaks. But he just grins at Tezca lopsidedly. Breathless.
--That is, until Tezca takes his cock in his hand. That gets Matt's lashes fluttering, a soft groan rising from low in his throat. It barely takes more than the first brush of contact for his cock to start responding; Matt shifts his hips gently, settling into a more comfortable position. ]
Mm ... let's do both. [ Matt extends his scarred wrist, where the hair tie's ended up. ] I wanna touch your hair, but I might wanna concentrate on ...
[ He pauses a moment, smile turning thoughtful as he considers the pistol's weight in his hand. It feels dense. Almost like the light-scarred teacup he picked up in the market, carrying a far-off significance that grants it more mass than the sum of its parts. Matt slips the tip into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it. He lets his cheeks hollow as he sucks.
So much for keeping this thing free from moisture. ]
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I've only just begun to suck, he considers saying, as the kiss breaks. But he just grins at Tezca lopsidedly. Breathless.
--That is, until Tezca takes his cock in his hand. That gets Matt's lashes fluttering, a soft groan rising from low in his throat. It barely takes more than the first brush of contact for his cock to start responding; Matt shifts his hips gently, settling into a more comfortable position. ]
Mm ... let's do both. [ Matt extends his scarred wrist, where the hair tie's ended up. ] I wanna touch your hair, but I might wanna concentrate on ...
[ He pauses a moment, smile turning thoughtful as he considers the pistol's weight in his hand. It feels dense. Almost like the light-scarred teacup he picked up in the market, carrying a far-off significance that grants it more mass than the sum of its parts. Matt slips the tip into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it. He lets his cheeks hollow as he sucks.
So much for keeping this thing free from moisture. ]