the room's empty but the walls are thin, so you have to be quiet. foggy could come back any minute.
you're just as new to this as he is, though, not knowing if you're doing it right. your hand's wrapped around matt's hard cock, stroking him like this - kissing lazily, all the while. even the smell of his sweat is becoming rapidly intoxicating to you. summer-hot skin and his soft tongue. his dark glasses have been knocked askew from all the kissing.
"wait," he says hoarsely, stopping you. you freeze and watch his eyes flutter open.
"what? what's wrong? m'i doing it wrong?"
matt smiles, shaking his head as he chuckles. you're so cute. it's adorable how nervous you are; it makes him feel a little better about his own anxiety. turns out, he's only stopped you to put his hand over yours while you stroke him, showing you the way he likes it.
"nothing's wrong," he says, kissing you again. "just want you to feel how i do it when i think about you."
