i like to think that theres a lot of instances where matt is completely spent after the first round but ryan wants to keep going,, and how could he ever say no to his wonderful boyfriend <3 so he puts up with another round or two until hes laying completely limp and ryan cuddles up with him and kisses his face tenderly while whispering âthank yousâ and âi love you so muchâ
i know the consensus is that m/r are constantly Doing Stuff off camera but there is something so delicious about the idea of them borderline fucking for an audience and then trying to pretend it didnât mean anything the second the cameras are off. itâs not gay if itâs for the channel! itâs not gay as long as we film it! who cares if some of it goes too far to be uploaded which means we jerked each other off for no reason? never heard of two guys goofinâ???
spitballing some ideas for the ryatt fic iâm working on because i canât make it come together properly as i have it rn⊠so these are kinda just notes for myself LOL
BIG nsfw warning bc this ended up crazier than i expected
all my fun little thoughts under the cut⊠warnings for them being drunk and unsafe and also cheating on their girlfriends bc they suck<3
present day supermega (shocker considering i only ever write them in 2016 lol)
matt breaks his sobriety streak and impulsively decides to get plastered with ryan one night.
one thing leads to another and suddenly matt finds himself on his hands and knees, pinning ryan down, his knee pressed between ryanâs legs, pressing up against his dick. matt canât believe whatâs going on. his head is spinning. he canât remember how they got here. the only thing he can focus on is the presentâhow incredible ryan looks, eyes unfocused as he gazes up at matt, his face flushed from the alcohol.
and ryan is so giggly. heâs so happy and eager, grinning as he rolls his hips against mattâs leg. and matt is perfectly content to watch ryan pleasure himself, that is, until ryanâs pulling matt down by his shirt, their faces inches apart when ryan whispers, âkiss me.â
mattâs immediately pulling away, face flushing as a wave of anxiety crashes over him. he tries to protest, to say that they canât, but ryan doesnât let him off that easily. ryan sounds almost smug as he reminds matt about all the times heâd cheated on zeph. and for some reason, thatâplus ryanâs reassurances that everything that happened tonight would remain secretâwas enough to convince matt to give in.
they make out fervently, hungrily, like theyâre both so aware of how precious this moment is.
matt wonders if itâs as precious to ryan as it is to him.
ryan has a partner, of course. heâd been dating them for almost a year, now. but ryan didnât exactly have a clean record, either. he had a history of being unfaithful.
it always made matt so happy when a girl would give him a second chance. unfortunately, he never changed. he figured ryan probably wouldnât, either.
âgod, ry, i wish i could fuck youâŠâ matt moans out between open-mouthed kisses, hand threaded through the luscious hair growing from ryanâs scalp. âyouâre so fucking hot..â
âyou can, yâknow,â ryan breathes out shakily, trembling slightly as matt dares to let his hand trace the line from ryanâs collarbone, down to his pecs, down to the bottom of his ribcage. ryan hesitates for a moment. matt thinks heâs probably the only human on earth who could notice such a minute pause. ryan gulps. âiâd let youâŠâ
and matt has no idea why the prospect sends him reelingâwhy the idea of fucking ryan makes his brain absolutely scramble. he canât figure out why it makes him so much harder imaging fucking ryan instead of fucking zeph. maybe itâs because ryan is less attainable. maybe itâs because ryan is a more difficult target to subdue.
and it is crazy, isnât it, that somehow matt is getting turned on at the idea of fucking ryan. ryan is not mattâs type. matt likes pretty girls. matt likes women with slender waists and long legs and flowing hair. heâs not into big, hairy men. heâs not into his best friend.
heâs not into the way that ryan tilts his head back, eyebrows threaded up in pleasure when matt moves his thigh against ryanâs cock. heâs not into the way ryanâs muscles tense then yield beneath his touch when he presses ryan back down into the couch. none of it is doing anything for him, surely.
the booze is making it damn easy to go along with things, though. itâs making it way too easy for matt to ignore his rationalityâto continue indulging himself. to continue indulging ryan.
if matt hadnât already been put under ryanâs spell, he truly lost all hope of breaking free when ryan groped at his hard cock through his jeans. matt let out a noise almost like a yelp before trailing off into a whimper.
and even though the whole night matt was on top of ryan, sometimes he wasnât quite sure who was in control of who. sometimes it was so obvious, like when matt had finally slicked up his cock and wrangled a mischievous and troublesome ryan down and into positionâflat on his stomach, one arm pinned to the small of his back to keep him from wriggling. as soon as the head of mattâs cock was pressing into ryan, the manâs disposition was instantly switching.
ryanâs voice went up an octave, his little cry sounding broken as matt pushed past his rim, stretching him open. his body tensed up, the muscles in his shoulders and arms trembling with effort. in that moment, matt felt powerful. that was when he was for sure in-charge. when ryan was absolutely helpless beneath him.
there were other times where matt felt like he was the one left helpless, like when heâd finally buried himself down to the base inside ryan and was left trembling and gasping, beads of sweat dripping down his face. ryan had the gall to laugh at matt for having such a reaction. heâd been glancing over his shoulder at matt with that fucking sly grin, humming, âwhatâs the matter, matty? better than your girlfriend?â
that had made matt feel some kind of way. because, fuck, ryan did feel better than mattâs girlfriend. he was so hot and tightâmatt could feel ryanâs fucking heartbeat around his cock.
âjesusâryan, fuck, d-donâtâŠâ matt shuddered, pressing his sweaty forehead against ryanâs damp back, muscles tense as he tried to resist the urge to cum. âdonât mess with me me, dude⊠j-just be quietâŠâ
âwhy should i?â ryan shot back, playful, but almost intentionally malicious. âyou know itâs true. you want me more than you want her. why else would you be here with me when you could have her whenever?â
matt didnât like that he couldnât formulate a retort. instead, he resorted to shutting ryan up in the one way he knew how. he grabbed ryan by the long hair on the back of his head and pressed the manâs face into the pillows, muffling his snarky comments in the cushioning. matt began to thrust, and immediately he was in heaven. ryan was moaning and sobbing beneath him, hands clawing at the couch as mattâs cock slid deep into him over and over again, filling him up so incredibly.
it felt so good that matt couldnât even attempt to form words. that didnât matter much, though, because ryan couldnât form words, either. the noises coming from ryan were incomprehensible, long, stressed, gravely groans forced their way out of his lips, muffled by the couch cushions. it almost sounds like heâs in pain with how strained his noises are, but matt knows better. ryanâs completely pliant beneath matt. heâs enjoying this. heâs drinking up every single second of matt pushing him down and filling him up.
even if he was in painâwhich he surely had been at some point since matt wasnât exactly being gentleâmatt wouldnât see any reason to stop. after all, ryan wasnât a lady. he could take a beating and still be fine. it was the same reason matt didnât bother to prep him. besides, it was kind of incredible to watch ryan cry and grit his teeth as his body stretched around the girth of mattâs cock.
it was even better seeing ryanâs reaction when matt finally pulled out his softening cock after finishing inside ryan. matt spread ryanâs cheeks as he pulled out, watching intently as ryanâs hole stayed gaped open, twitching slightly and starting to tense back up now that matt wasnât keeping him open. he looked so used. cum dripped from ryanâs hole down his taint and balls. the man was incomprehensible, every breath coming out as a high-pitched almost trill-like noise. he was acting like a girl.
matt finally pulled away, collapsing onto the sofa behind him. they caught their breath together in silence, both wound up in the web of their own thoughts. mattâs vision was spinning with vertigo from all the booze. ryan hadnât moved since matt had cum inside him. he just lay there, shuddering and whimpering, stretched open and fucked-out and filled with cum.
as matt watches ryan, who seems to be just drunk enough and just exhausted enough to be drifting in and out of a state of unconsciousness, he can feel something clawing at him from the inside out. that sour, nagging feeling reminding him that tomorrow heâs going to hate himself more than he ever has before.
thinking about ryan and matt as teenagers in a secret relationship in south carolina because itâs so hot to me that they were both god-fearing even as like. basically adults.
they sneak around their parents, making out in dark, unused hallways after youth group. they make up fake church events so that they can find ways to hang out together without anyone knowing. and itâs just the right level of danger for matt. he loves the thrill.
however, ryan isnât quite as easily amused. lately, heâs been trying to pressure matt into having sex. of course, mattâs super resistant to the idea because he doesnât wanna have premarital sex and go to hell, but ryan is soooo insistent that if matt rlly cared heâd do this for him⊠when matt is adamant that he doesnât wanna have sex, ryan decides to pressure matt into giving him head, instead. he argues that if they do penetration that way instead, matt will remain a virgin because he hasnât actually done anything with his privates.
deep down, matt knows that what heâs doing is just as bad, but he canât say no. ryan wants this so bad. when he finally gives in, itâs painfully obvious how anxious and frightened he is. heâs trembling as he sinks to his knees before ryan. and ryan has to bite back an eager groan at the sight of matt on his knees, eyes teary and face flushed as he takes ryanâs dick into his mouth.
and as fucked up as it is, ryan really does gets off on knowing his will is enough to convince matt to go against all his moralsâto go against god.
in some ways, itâs almost like ryan is mattâs new god.
Sexually experienced Matt with a sexually repressed Ryan is such a good concept. It has been infecting my brain recently bc of fallenfrmgrace
Because, Ryan has a weird relationship with sex and power (heâs said something to the effect of, âyou can control someone with sexâ on an episode of the pod, which like, woagh,,) so naturally i thought abt Ryan bottoming for the first time for Matt and how that would play out!!!Â
Ryan propped up on his elbows and knees, resting his head in the inward crook of his bicep and forearm. The softer, vulnerable parts of him, the pale river trenches of stretch marks, the swell of his thighs. The more brackish, dead water parts of him, unpalatable and exposed, for Matt on his bed.
And in the space between the eddying breathes Ryan takes, the measured rise and fall of his ribcage, anticipation melds with fear. Because Matt has control over Ryan, over something as personal to him as his own pleasure. And Ryanâs yielding to him, completely at Mattâs will. Itâs nauseating.
Matt sweeps a hand across Ryanâs thigh, thin jackknife curves of his fingers following the sure ridge of Ryanâs hip, heat from his palm spotlighting his lower back, and Mattâs telling Ryan to ârelaxâ, absent-mindedly tracing the path along his spine. Open-palmed and experimental, a show of trust, like one would do with the downy underbelly of a puppy.
âBreathe through your noseâ Mattâs voice is made of gravel, quiet and shot, echoing his own command in an attempt to coax Ryan to follow suit, pressing the tip of his cock to the rim of Ryanâs hole at his exhale, but Ryanâs still too tense.Â
He feels humiliated, how he has to be guided by Matt like a herding pastor. And thereâs some glum nostalgia in that feeling, that feeling of want conflated with hot shame, juvenile kudzu-like growths never truly pruned.
Idk I havent written in so long and Matt & Ryan are such specimens to me I wanna dissect them
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