nerd and the strap. that’s it that’s the blurb
he doesn't ever ask for it. he just cosies up to you, kissing his way up your neck, to your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth with a specific kind of desperation; when you smirk, pulling back just enough to ask him what he wants, he goes coy, tilting his head and looking up at you through his eyelashes with those big pleading brown eyes, burying his face in your neck with a low whine when you laugh and tell him to talk to you.
he doesn't ever ask for it. so you make him beg.
then, and only then, does he get what he wants - you behind him, while he's lying on his stomach on the bed, fucking him as hard as you possibly can, sinking your teeth into his shoulder while he moans and groans and shakes underneath you. he loves it, he really does; this would be obvious even if he didn't tell you every three seconds, clear from the way his hips push back into you, clear from the wanton noises leaving his lips, clear from the way he turns his head as much as he can in a wordless plea for you to kiss him. he cums like that, actually, with his lips on yours, making a mess of the bed below him as his limbs go slack. there's no use in cleaning it up, though, once you've taken off the harness cutting into your hips - once he regains his energy, matty's going to fuck a mess out of you, too <3
















