Accidental Paranormal... Activity?

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WHO: Raivis and Matthew
WHEN: [backdated] Thursday, Oct 20th, early morning hours
WHERE: From movie theatre, to bar, and beyond~*
WHAT:  A movie turned drinks turned... oh my.
RATING: Not for kiddies, kiddies.

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The deep groan that bubbled up from Matthew's chest was foreign even to him- it wasn't one of the fake, soft and quiet breaths that he offered up to whoever bothered to pay the few bucks a minute, nor was it the muffled gasps he'd restrain himself to when he found himself... occupied alone in the bedroom. No, this was something different- something he'd never felt before now.

"Tell- tell me... what to do," he whispered, half in Russian and half English, unable to coherently stick to one language. He stammered and his own hands mimicked the movements of Raivis', sliding down and touching the similarly light skin, trailing down to pants and stopping as he swallowed. "W-What do- you want me to do-?"

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Raivis stared at him for a good long while, eyes half lidded (hazy; smoke-over-water violet blue), brows arched in a way that suggested silent bemusement. He had a peculiar bend to his smile that (after some squinting) was finally identified as 'affectionate

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Heart. Matthew breathed out slowly as he watched Raivis, his body alight and shivering under the thin and lithe hands, fingers, knuckles, all seeming to touch him everywhere at once and yet do even more. The drunken stupor he was still half-way going through slipped away just enough for him to focus. For him to understand Raivis' words and feel his heart skip.

Just another way to know someone. So discover as much as you can

Somehow just this alone made the hesitation and nerves all flow back into him, knowing that this wasn't just something- minor, it wasn't just an "oops I forgot my phone somewhere" only for it to be easily retrieved. Matthew was forced to acknowledge exactly what was happening and where it was going and-

Then suddenly his pants were around his hips, hardened cock straining against his boxers and leaving not much more to the imagination. He felt himself freeze, but even for the sensory overload- sight, touch, smell, taste, sounds-all around him, he forced himself to melt

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The shadows of words- formed visibly but dropped without voice- fell from Raivis in a rush of silence.

What use was speaking. They were both shaking; provided there was motion, conducive to the then, the now, Raivis let it go. Let his slacks pool around his feet that lifted, angled, pushed out to bring him kneeling enclosed by the barricade of Matthew's legs on either side.

Faintly familiar. His memory supplied him with a scene from a novel he had read several years ago (one among the innumerable), so synchronous with a measured, wistful sigh, their bodies gradually aligned by a drawn out upward glide and as Raivis moved forward (flush to curves and contours), he pushed his boxers down (to join the slacks below).

Addendum to Matthew's earlier predicament: A lap full of man had become a lap full of naked man. Whose erection nestled against his (still covered)-

Oh. So. Nicely.

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Matthew's words could no longer help him, his mind too wholly occupied with Raivis to coo soft phrases or whisper hot promises against damp skin. The little bit of confidence he'd gathered still wavered, teetering on the edge of fright and complete submission.

The way the foreign cloth felt rubbing up against his cock sent an electric shock up his spine, triggering a need for more- more. More of that feeling, more flesh on flesh and breath intermingling with breath between them.

And so, it was only painfully obvious to Matthew the next step, his thumb hoooking into the line of Raivis' last remaining garment and slowly guided it down. He discovered his aching length was not the only organ in distress, and as it finally bobbed free of it's remaining confines-

A simple brush was all that was needed to cue a deep and heady groan from somewhere in Matthew's gut. He jerked, more lost now than with the liqour heavy in his system as he tore the rest of their clothes free, kicking them from couch and mind.

And now, a legitimate reason to use this icon!

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Pe-

No, not Peter. Fa-

Not him either. Not Ivan- whom he had dreamed about in the past- or Gilbert -a bloody, violent nightmare that was not erotica or pleasant fantasy. It was Matvey. Matthew, Matthew Williams. Matthew's tonal moaning in Raivis's ear.

The weight, shape, temperature. Color, texture of that arousal on his; Reedy, fluting notes pitching high in Latvian because the shared contact (given a few experimental tugs by his own hand) was bordering on fatal.

Desperate, he kissed jagged patterns from collar to torso, bending to hesitantly lick an outline of a rib. Different story. Different character. A palate belonging exclusively to the individual he sank to the floor for once again when curiosity superseded a half formed plan to jerk them both off simultaneously.

Elbows propped on either one of his companion's knees, Raivis ducked in, puffed out air then flicked his tongue at the very tip of-

Yes. Definitely uniquely Matvey.

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Their bodies slid apart as easily as they had slid together, and he was only just able to tell up from down, left and right, his eyes hazy and not really capable of offering any help. But now he'd finally found himself upright? Mostly- enough that Raivis' warm skin was no longer against him save at a few scalding points and-

"A-Ah-" all of his breath left him at once and he hunched over Raivis, instinct calling him to thread his fingers into the curly hair and the slight logic he had left telling him to not pull too tightly. "R-Raivis what a-are you-"

But it needed no explaination, for as soon as he'd voiced half the question, his cock twitched again and he gasped, his lungs not getting enough air to feed the nerves triggering and responding to the sensation of Raivis' tongue teasing the tip of his cock.

"R-Raivis-" his breath hitched out, the only other coherent though left to him.

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A narcissist was by definition a person obsessed with their own wants, needs, or desires, eliciting pleasure from the often craved reverent repetition of their own names.

Narcissistic Raivis was not, yet the raspy pronunciation of it- of 'Ray-vis'- made him consider, fleetingly, if this constituted as a situation-exclusive exception. Whatever conclusion could be reached, it did not cease open mouthed kisses peppered over the entirety of Matt's erection.

Blunt nails burrowed into the meat of Matthew's legs then the ghost of teeth faintly scraped down length to base immersed in volcanic, moistened heat.

Raivis hollowed his cheeks.

He hummed.