It wasn't a special occasion
there wasn't even any words said between them for the first few moments.
Only the closing of the hotel room and Mathew pressing himself against Gilbert. The ties were gone quickly and it was mostly just the exploration of hands for time being.
A world meeting was always something for stress. Gilbert almost narrowly didn't even get invited because his current statues but still came anyway. It was more of a stressers for Mathew, the only one who talked to him personally was Francis. The other time he spoke was when he was confused as Alfred. This lack of attention boiled up inside of him until he felt close to bursting.
That was where Gilbert came in.
"New shirt?" Mathew asked when he began to grow impatient. His slender fingers began to unbutton the Germans black dress shirt, it had lack of wrinkles and still had a store smell to it.
"Ja, was bought a few days ago." Gilbert said shedding the shirt.
Mathew cupped Gilbert's head, their lips beginning to dance against each other while Gilbert slowly directed them back ward. Mathew's own top clothing was gone by the time the back of his knees touched the beds edge. When the albino's hands undid the belt Mathew wrapped his arms around his neck, brining his right leg around Gilbert's and spinning him. The two landing on the bed with Mathew on top.
Gilbert grinned as Mathew reached back behind him, removing his shoes and socks and reaching for Gilbert's. For this to be successful Mathew had to turn around from on top of Gilbert, still straddling his partner but with his back facing him the others shoes were taken off. Warm hands reached around him and wrapped themselves around his pale stomach. Gilbert's torso was against Mathew's back and his chin on his shoulder, turning his head slightly Gilbert snuggled into the crook of his neck and could feel his lover smile. The glasses had to be safely removed before Gilbert repositioned himself, both hands going down while only one slipped between fabrics. Mathew had gotten used to the touch of Gilbert that he felt less heat going to his face but he still let out a small noise of the hand completely covering the base of the organ.
the unused hand was placed at Mathew's hip, thumb rubbing circles into the skin. Mathew's own hands covered both of Gilbert's as a way of encouragement. The grip Gilbert had on Mathew's penis was loose enough so Gilbert moved it up a little and back down, going up again farther and back down. By the fourth stroke Gilbert felt all the way up and down Mathew's penis, using his thumb to the tickle the tip,and make Mathew's head tilt backwards. Gilbert taking the opportunity and kissed him deeper then before. His dominate hand was slick from Mathew's excitement but he stopped when he didn't want the younger to cum just yet. Letting go and touching Mathew's shoulders as a signal for him to turn towards Gilbert while their mouths attached.
the blondes dress pants was pushed down by both Mathew and Gilbert revealing a pale back side that Gilbert gripped. Both of the males didn't need to honestly speak to each other to know what to do next. It was going to be a difficulty with the process sense it was a hotel and there for there was no lube present. So as Mathew sucked down Gilbert's fingers they kept eye contact, Mathew smiling as a way of saying that they were good enough and let them from his mouth with a slight pop.
Mathew leant forward against Gilbert, his face to the others naval so he began to edit Gilbert's belt. He cringed slightly after the first finger went inside, it was cold and that first finger was always the oddest sensation. The pushing in and out of the digit seemed to be enough for it to be used to, the second was entered. The angled of the Mathew's anus plus Gilbert's long fingers equaled the contact of Mathew's prostate. This made Mathew sigh and lean forward more, his arm wrapping around Gilbert's waist as a support when the fingers scissored. Gilbert rubbed Mathew's back and kissed his spine. taking the third digit and retracting the others, with a sudden thrust they were all inside of Mathew to the palm. Mathew let out what was a obvious cry.
"Ready?" Gilbert asked as the fingers spread.
"Y-yeah." Mathew said leaning up so he kissed Gilbert and bent backwards.
With knees up the Gilbert's armpits Mathew closed his eyes. Gilbert pulled Mathew's waist to his hips, and slid in as easily as the fingers, he held the hips in place while Mathew breathed hard. When the breathing became regular Gilbert leaned forward and wrapped his fingers with Mathew's hands.
This was where the difference between love making and sex came into play: There was no hair pulling, harsh words or force involved (at least not this time) but the silent communication between lovers. When the back arched Gilbert angled that way, when the entrance tightened Gilbert went harder. Mathew smiled and wrapped his legs around Gilbert. Gilbert's head leaned upward to the ceiling pressing Mathew into the mattress harder so that Mathew was placed under him. Gilbert kissed Mathew's eyelids and caused them to open. When they did Gilbert mustered up the best he could managed right at the prostate and Mathew looked a bit of startled then his eyes half lowered and a moan drained out from him.
Gilbert could feel the white across his and Mathew's tummy. He was soon right behind Mathew with a droned sound of his own. He wiped his face sat up, Mathew had a arm over his face and was breathing steadily.
"Are you alright? Had I hurt you?" Gilbert asked taking hold of Mathew's arm and moving it.
Mathew smiled and quickly wrapped his arms around Gilbert and forcing him down. The two pressed together and Mathew kissed his forehead.
not a lot of words were needed for love.
