Hands wandered his body, they were colder than his own skin and left an unbearably freezing path as they went. They groped rolls of soft flesh at his hips, then glided back up his stomach and to his chest, grabbing and squeezing the mounds there. His breath came out in a rapid staccato, mixed with moans so quiet he could barely hear them himself.
If anyone asked Tabitha, he would say he hated it.
Actually, if anyone asked Tabitha, he would yell at them and tell them that they were insane, because he would deny ever having such a relationship. Especially with a brute like Matt.
Yes, he was in every sense a brute in Tabitha's eyes, although wasn't acting particularly brutish right then. In fact, he was being subservient and gentle- shockingly so. He did what he was asked to do, stopped when he was to stop, and was always considerate of Tabitha's body; asking if he was okay or if he was in pain during the highest peak of their passion. It was charming in some odd way, somebody as barbaric as Matt being so sensitive and tender in bed. Not that Tabitha would ever admit that. If asked, the thought never came to mind, not even close.
Matt's mouth found it's way to a pink bud, perked from the cold hands that had grazed over it earlier. His tongue, on the other hand, was like an inferno and the sudden contrast made Tabitha gasp and arch into his face. He could feel a grin form on Matt's lips against his breast. He sucked for a while, like a breastfeeding baby before a hand pushed against his dark forehead.
"Stop it, it's starting to hurt." Tabitha huffed between low squeals.
Matt pulled away without argue, a sharkish smile stretching his lips with a string of saliva still connecting him and Tabitha's nipple. "Sorry, my little Makuhita."
"Would you stop with that?!"
(If Matt were to actually stop calling him that, Tabitha would be a bit hurt, and somehow Matt must have knew that because no matter how much Tabitha reproached him for it, he never stopped.)
When they first met, Matt had called him just a Makuhita man, and he still did when they were around other people. But, when they were alone, whether they were having sex or not, Matt called him his Makuhita. A pet name, a nickname of endearment.
It was embarrassing, but if anyone were to ask him, Tabitha would just say it was irritating.
A large hand came down on his shoulders and urged him to lie back. When Tabitha laid flat on the bed, Matt climbed over top of him, legs and arms at either side. Although it was obvious what was supposed to come next, Matt did not move, but rather loomed over him in silence, eyes tracing every curve on Tabitha's body.
The staring made him uncomfortable, nervous even. Certainly not scared, though.
As Tabitha opened his mouth to demand that he quit that, Matt was the first to break the thick silence. "My little Makuhita, you're so cute."
His pale cheeks flushed with a vibrant red. He felt flattered. He felt happy. Nobody else complimented him like Matt did. Nobody else thought he was cute. Nobody else made him feel so good about himself (or so good physically, for that matter).
But, if anyone were to ask, he would say Matt is nothing more to him but a thorn in his side.
"I - I'm not cute!"
im sorry if there's any mistakes or anything. I typed this up on a tablet, since my computer is down but I've just really been itching to post some seamountshipping. I skimmed over it, but there might have been some things I passed over.
