Chapter 34 #2
“Mmm, yes.” Matty took the chance to prop himself on an elbow and reach for the couple of things he’d set out.
Lubricant, of course. That too had come from Claudio after a conversation about the options.
Matty had laughed at Claudio’s startled comment that it was easy stillroom work.
He could certainly manage that. Matty had stopped arguing when Claudio had dug up three variant recipes and produced four small bottles on his next visit, depending on what they wanted to do.
Once the charms were in place, Claudio waved a hand at the charmlights to dim them enough.
They could see each other. Matty wanted to see his face.
Needed to, to judge how things were going, but mostly because watching Claudio was endlessly fascinating.
Matty fell in love a little more every time he could watch.
Seeing that carefully measured expression shift into joy or impishness or some other emotion was like chipping away, scale by scale, at some great wall.
Giving Claudio a space where he could show what he felt, it could shine through cracks.
And giving Matty a space where he wanted things, admitted he wanted them, and was reaching for them.
Reaching for Claudio, now. They began, as they’d initially agreed, with the things they’d already done some of.
There were hands, and the sort of kissing that had them arching against each other.
Then Claudio shifted, like he were twisting out of contact in bohort play, and ended up facing the other way, his mouth around Matty’s cock.
They’d talked about that, about Matty being able to take his time, and it wasn’t like Matty didn’t want exactly what was happening.
They’d explored this before, and Matty let his fingers twist into Claudio’s hair.
Not to grab or hold or change anything, but to wonder at how easily Claudio did this.
It wasn’t about status or power or dominance to him, the way it had been for most of the other men Matty had been with.
Probably all of them. Some of them just hadn’t made it visible.
Claudio, instead, just threw himself into what he was doing, all that attentive… .
Matty’s body had other ideas at that point, an explosion of pleasure that utterly derailed any thought.
He came back to himself sprawled on his back with Claudio leaning on one elbow and looking smug.
Claudio’s hand was resting on Matty’s hip, nothing overtly intimate, except that everything was warm and strong and steady.
“You,” Matty said, “are a menace to my sanity.” It was absolutely fond, though, especially when Claudio’s eyes crinkled up and he grinned.
Matty lay there, just basking in the warmth and the touch for a few minutes.
He drifted until his breathing had evened out, and he could feel his body begin to regain a bit of interest. It’d take a little to make sure Claudio was absolutely ready. “Shall we?”
Two words, the sort that might be used to ask for a dance, or the beginning of a walk, or to go into a formal supper.
Claudio grinned again, the sharp, happy one, and then moved to settle on his back.
Matty had laid out the options when they’d talked through it.
And he rather thought Claudio had done additional something, after.
Research, maybe. He was not making assumptions about Claudio’s resources for it, beyond the fact he had many.
But they’d both wanted to see each other, both wanted the chance to touch and kiss, both wanted the connection.
It wasn’t something he’d had before. His other partners, they’d been quick things, standing up or braced against something.
Pleasurable, almost all. Frantic, generally, in a way that Matty found compelling even when the actual sex had not been particularly good.
But nothing like this: someone wanting the time and the touch, and extending themselves to make it happen.
Extending was the word, too. Claudio was long and hard, making Matty wonder what it would feel like the other way around. He wanted a world in which there was time for that. In which tonight led to other nights and days and chances at fast and slow and everything in between.
He considered and then rearranged a bit.
That involved getting Claudio to arch up long enough for Matty to get a pillow under his hips, a towel against the oil that would inevitably get everywhere.
Matty couldn’t stop glancing at his lover, the strength of his body.
Someone who was active in ways that kept him flexible and confident and so aware of exactly what his body and magic were doing.
Then it was a matter of doing the thing and of paying attention.
Matty settled, kneeling between Claudio’s legs, oil in one hand, the other resting on Claudio’s hip bone, just to make sure this was about touch and connection and everything good.
He took his time, working one finger in, slick with an oil that stayed where Matty wanted it.
It was sleekness that made him think of some great sea creature slipping through the waves, as if there were nothing easier.
One finger, then two, then spreading his fingers, watching Claudio adjust and learn how to take it.
Not all of it went as smoothly as he wanted, with all the pauses needed.
But then, slowly, Claudio learned how to understand it.
Matty could see the moment Claudio made sense of that, the light in his eyes.
Though the way Claudio let out a little gasp and arched his head back a second later was even more telling.
“Mmm, just like that. You’re so good, showing me exactly what you feel.
Trusting me with that.” Something lit up for Claudio then.
His knee came back, his hip rolling more urgently against the touch.
“Showing me what you want. Can you ask me for it?” He wasn’t sure if he’d pushed Claudio beyond words, but he wanted to hear that posh, controlled voice beg.
Just a little. Long enough they both knew the truth of it.
There was a little shudder, then Claudio managed it, voice soft but audible, broken by a hitch in the middle as Matty’s fingers kept working in and out.
“Please. I want to feel what it’s like when you’re in me.
All the way in me. Show me what I’m not supposed to want or do or enjoy.
You.” There was a convulsive shiver through his shoulders. “You. Couldn’t let anyone else.”
It did Matty in; a surge of needy desire flooding through him.
He took a moment, though, made himself, where he let his left hand run up Claudio’s chest. “You’re going to get me.
You’re doing so well, nice and ready for me.
Making it easy for me, the oil you made.
Did you think about what we were going to do with it, the whole time?
” Claudio nodded, but he’d obviously lost words now. Never mind, they could talk later.
Now, Matty shifted, holding himself in one hand, then pressing in, easing back, the rhythm of it essential.
He wanted Claudio to open to him, not to tense, he wanted to make this something Claudio would be greedy to do again.
It took all his self control and then some not to push in, not to drive in deep.
If he did this right, that would come, Claudio would beg him for that, and Matty wanted that even more.
He was a grown man. He could wait for his pleasure. A little.
He felt larger and harder than he ever had before, like every moment he held back and went slow just made him that much more in every dimension.
He could feel his magic do that, too, a sturdiness that he hadn’t felt in years, braced and ready.
Then he eased in and out, in and out, nothing but that, until he found himself suddenly all the way inside Claudio, gripped tight and sweet, with Claudio’s eyes wide.
“There we go, you’ve got all of me. Taking me so well.
Good?” Claudio managed a jerky nod. “I’m going to move, and I’m going to touch you.
I want you to let me see and hear what you like.
” He didn’t wait once he finished speaking, just got his hand to begin to stroke and tease.
Claudio had gone mostly soft, with the penetration that was entirely normal, but it must have worried him a little.
As Matty began to stroke, in time with steady thrusts, he let out a whimper and began to harden again.
“There we go. Just let yourself move with it.”
The slowness didn’t last. It couldn’t possibly.
Neither of them wanted it to. And Claudio kept reaching for more.
He was the one to arch a bit, to bring his knees up so Matty slipped in that much deeper, could thrust faster and a little harder.
He was the one to throw his head back, then to moan, and the moans meant Matty couldn’t have stopped for anything.
Everything built, a crescendo of feeling crashing, until Matty managed three or four thrusts, a grunted, “Going to—” that just got eager hands and legs around him as he pushed in one last time and exploded.
Matty almost collapsed, but he couldn’t yet.
He kept his hips pressed tightly against Claudio, hand fumbling to get the right angle to stroke and tug and be rewarded with Claudio’s messy climax squeezing him a bit too tightly.
The last shudders evened out. Claudio went limp in every dimension.
Matty could carefully ease himself out and do a couple of charms to clean up and make sure all was well enough to leave for now.
He barely managed it before he collapsed against Claudio’s shoulder, arm possessively around his chest and the blankets tugged more or less over them.