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They're going so fast, and Matthew doesn't want time to catch up with them, to bring them out of night into morning too quickly. Needing to slow down, he turns to nuzzle Alfred's neck, but he winds up with a mouthful of cotton blend and has to take one hand out of the back of Alfred's pants to pull the tee out of the way so he can nip and lick Alfred's skin. Palm against Alfred's bare throat, he feels the silent purr vibrating inside, kisses it through Alfred's skin.
Matthew wants more, more vibration and more skin, and more. His other hand slides around front, under Alfred's shirt, pushing it up as he caresses the expanse of Alfred's torso, but it's not enough; it needs to come off; he needs Alfred naked.
Matthew pulls out of the kiss. He steps back and starts undressing Alfred, not ripping his clothes off but taking care with them, with him. Careful as he lifts Alfred's arms, directs them upward, draws the tee-shirt off overhead, lets it drop to the floor as he runs his fingers through Alfred's hair, smoothing it, shaping that always-errant lock as it curves down into Alfred's face.
"I bet you played with dolls when you were a kid," Alfred says. "Not just when we were little together. After that, too. I bet you still do." There's no judgment, no mockery.
Matthew doesn't say anything in response. He doesn't know what to make of it, if it's Alfred's awkward way of starting conversation or if it means something more to Alfred. Another Matthew, the one Alfred used to know, would have tried to find out. This Matthew, the one who only has what's left of this one night to be with Alfred, doesn't. He just smiles and keeps undressing Alfred. Kisses him, undoing the belt buckle, sliding the belt through the loops even though it's not necessary, elongating the moment. He drops to his knees to untie Alfred's laces, coaxing Alfred's feet up one at a time as he slips the shoes off, socks, too. Still kneeling as he draws Alfred's trousers down, he closes his eyes as he touches his lips to the glisten of Alfred's cockhead. Then he stands as he leads Alfred out of the pooled clothing, undressing himself with smooth expedience as he guides them to the bed.
Lying back, Matthew brings Alfred with him and rolls Alfred onto his back, kisses him. Kissing and caressing, Matthew feels Alfred's hands roaming his body and he arches into the touches, moans into Alfred's mouth. It's close to too much again, and Matthew raises up, disentangling his limbs from Alfred's. Leaning down, he kisses Alfred again, slowly and deeply, only their mouths touching. He takes his time as he kisses his way across Alfred's body, touching with gaze and fingers, marveling with tongue and lips and teeth, reveling with skin, rubbing his cheek lightly on Alfred's torso as he comes to rest, gazing at Alfred's cock, the tantalizing glimmer of precome.
Matthew shifts between Alfred's legs, kneels up and gazes down at him, the sheen of sweat, skin glistening in the play of light with each breath and shiver. He looks at Alfred, naked, Alfred's body laid out before him: yes, he's gained height, but now it's evident that Alfred has lost bulk since the last time Matthew saw him. He's not gaunt, his musculature is exquisitely defined; he's just stripped down, stripped of everything extraneous. Matthew has undressed him, but he can't strip Alfred more than Alfred has already stripped himself.
Alfred catches Matthew's eye with his words: "Do you want to come on me?" Matthew's belly clenches, his breath tangles, he holds Alfred's gaze but doesn't say anything. "Or inside me?" Now Matthew's held breath comes out a shuddery sigh, and Alfred smiles. "Okay, inside, yeah. Fuck me, Matthew," his legs falling open more, hips canting up, "come on and fuck me."
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