Warning: hella NSFW.
As some requested, here is the outtake from the last chapter. If you don't want to read it, that's cool. Just go ahead and skip to the next chapter; that's why I posted both at the same time. Gilbert's mouth has not improved in the fifteen minutes between last chapter and this one. This is nothing but fluffy porn.
(Extra Outtake) Chapter 26.5: Being Claimed
Fuck, he's beautiful, Gilbert thought as he watched Matthew fall apart. He felt Matthew's hands tighten frantically in his hair and moved his mouth up his dick, flicking his tongue in the way he knew Matthew liked. He could taste how close he was and reveled in the knowledge that he was the one that made Matthew feel like this. It was the very reason Gilbert loved giving oral sex to his partners: the power of it was intoxicating and giving pleasure was addicting. Gilbert closed his eyes and moaned around him. Then he heard Matthew give him an unnecessary warning.
"Gil! I'm gonna-fuck!" Matthew's voice broke as Gilbert swallowed him down as far as he could. He had enough practice that he could effectively fight his body to deep throat Matthew for just a second. Gilbert felt that moment where Matthew hovered over the edge of orgasm and moved so that he could taste every last drop of his pleasure.
Gilbert opened his eyes and thought that he could spend the rest of his life watching Matthew come and die a happy man. This was the third time in the past two hours and every time Matthew looked surprised when the sensation first hit him. Then his face would go slack with pleasure and his eyes would flutter while his hands clutched at Gilbert like he was salvation. Gilbert watched as come spilled into his mouth and down his throat. The saltiness was never exactly pleasant but it was evidence of what Gilbert pushed Matthew to, what he was allowed to do, and he didn't mind at all.
The moment was so arousing that Gilbert had to touch himself to relieve some of the tension. His hand offered nowhere near the pleasure that was the tight heat of Matthew's ass, but it did keep the aching pain at bay. That was for the best; he had so much more to do before he came again. So very much.
Gilbert pulled off him when he felt Matthew go soft and looked over him to make sure he was okay. He watched as Matthew shuddered and panted and struggled to focus on him. Gilbert turned his head a little to suck a mark into his sensitive inner thigh and Matthew breathed out, "Gil, I need a second."
"Okay." That was no problem. He moved his hands along Matthew's sides soothingly and shifted to kiss him lightly on his lips. Gilbert tried to let Matthew catch his breath by moving to kiss him lightly over his face and neck before resting his forehead against Matthew's shoulder to give himself a break. He felt Matthew's arms pull him down to rest on top of him and he signed into his neck. He breathed in Matthew's sent which was a mix of maple wood, the sea, and very good sex. Gilbert was hit again with how lucky he was and said softly, "Thank you."
He felt Matthew startle and then laugh lightly. He said, voice rough from screaming, "You're seriously thanking me right now?"
Gilbert smiled and said, teasing, "Yes, Matthew. Thank you for letting me suck your cock. I really enjoyed it."
"I could tell but, trust me, angel, it was my pleasure. Anytime you want to do it again, let me know." Matthew waited a beat as Gilbert pulled away to look at him with a smirk. Realizing what that could mean, Matthew hurriedly added, "Discreetly if we're in public, of course."
That just sent Gilbert's thoughts in a different direction. It would be great to test just how turned on he could get Matthew in public before he acted as long as they were outside of Canada. He wanted to test every one of Matthew's limits and see where his public politeness was overcome by desire for him. Gilbert wanted to know just how much he could get away with in public before Matthew dragged him into privacy. He guessed his thoughts showed on his face because Matthew bit his lip and his near-violet eyes widened. Gilbert wanted to keep this particular thought to himself so he leaned in to kiss Matthew.
He knew Matthew would need more time before he was ready for what Gilbert wanted to do to him next, so he kissed him with the intention of showing how much he cared and that they weren't just a passing thing to him. They were real and serious despite being new. So Gilbert kissed him slowly and with feeling as his hands skimmed leisurely over Matthew's body. Matthew gasped and pulled them closer. When he attempted to deepen the kiss, Gilbert backed away just a little, intent on just kissing him using his lips with only hints of teeth and tongue. This was how he thought Matthew deserved to be kissed, like there was nothing more consuming and that they had all the time in the world.
Matthew let himself relax into the kiss for a few moments, the sounds of pleasure he made muted. Then Gilbert felt Matthew push him on one side, prompting him to break the kiss and turn over onto his side. Matthew followed and Gilbert found himself on his back again. He pulled Matthew down to continue the kiss, allowing his desire to start to show through. It felt like fire flowed through his veins and he fought for the control not to get back inside Matthew as soon as possible when he responded in kind. Gilbert ran one hand through his hair and the other down his back to squeeze his ass. Matthew moaned and moved into the touch only to make a high, alarmed sound. Gilbert pulled back to frown in concern and Matthew just shook his head and laughed in disbelief.
Gilbert said, "What is it, Liebling?"
Matthew's voice was velvet over gravel as he said, "I'm starting to get hard again. This shouldn't be possible, not after three times so close together."
Gilbert felt a surge of pride and possessiveness. He bared his teeth in a semblance of a smile and growled, "Is that a problem?"
Matthew's breath was shaky and he looked down at Gilbert through heavy-lidded eyes. "No. I just don't know how I'm still conscious let alone ready to go another round."
Gilbert tilted his head because that was one hell of an idea, fucking Matthew until he blacked out. That would be extremely difficult considering what they were but Gilbert was willing to give it a damn good try. He said, "Would you like me to try and fuck you to that point? Because I would be happy to try and make you come every which way until you lose touch with reality."
"Fuck, Gil. I don't think I would survive that." Matthew was half hard against his stomach at the thought though, so Gilbert let down his filter between his thoughts and his words. His hands roamed and teased as he started talking.
"Oh, I think you would, Mattie. I could bend you over and fuck you against every surface available so much that my come would be running down your thighs and you would have to call in sick to work because you wouldn't be able to look anyone in the face after the stuff I would do to you. Or, hell, why limit it to just that. You could fuck me any way you wanted and I would be so fucking eager, you have no idea. You could fuck my mouth and I would want it so much that I would have to touch myself. I had to earlier, you know. I would finger my ass open for you so you could watch then just take—" Matthew cut him off by pulling him into a bruising kiss as he grabbed his dick.
Gilbert was left gasping for breath when a fully aroused Matthew pulled away to say, "Your mouth should come with a warning label, I swear."
Gilbert licked his lips and smirked, saying, "I did warn you." He writhed a little as Matthew touched him just the way he liked. That was going to make him come with how worked up he was and that just wasn't on. Gilbert sat up straight so that Matthew was straddling his lap and pulled both of Matthew's hands behind his back. He used one hand to restrain both of his wrists and used the other to pull Matthew into a kiss. Matthew could have easily broken his hold but he only gasped into the kiss and made a high, needy sound when Gilbert used his hand to push them closer together. Gilbert kept the kiss at that slow, maddening pace and Matthew moved his hips against him purposefully.
After a moment, Matthew pulled back just enough to whisper, "Let me ride you like this."
A shudder went through Gilbert and he nodded as he reached for the lube. Matthew was probably still relatively loose from earlier but more lube never was a bad thing. It would be harder to stick with his plan this way but fuck if he was going to deny Matthew anything. He said, "Don't move your hands," and used both of his to handle the bottle. Gilbert was forced to work blind as Matthew made a desperate sound and kissed him, wrists still crossed behind his back. He managed.
At the first touch of Gilbert's hand, Matthew rolled his hips against him and broke the kiss to breathe. Gilbert's mouth moved to his neck and he slipped two fingers inside of him easily. Matthew was already wet from lube and come and Gilbert couldn't just let that fact slip by unstated. "You're so wet from earlier. You want me to fuck you so soon after, pump you so full of my come that you're overflowing, Schätzchen?"
Gilbert added another finger and unerringly found Matthew's prostate. He made a broken sound, head lolling to the side and pleasure written all over his face. He moaned, "Yes."
"Fuck, you're perfect and delicious and so very mine, Mattie. No one can make you feel like this, can see you like this. Just me."
Matthew turned his head to look back down at Gilbert. His expression was completely fucked out except for his eyes. Beneath the pleasure, they were sharp, dark, and completely cognizant. "I'm ready." Gilbert nodded and spread what lube he had left on his hand over his dick before positioning himself. Matthew felt him at his entrance and began to bear down on him. He made a relieved sound and his eyes fluttered as he sunk down. Then his eyes focused and he said, "But, Gil?"
Gilbert was panting at the feeling of being surrounded by Matthew again and it took him several seconds to answer. He moved a hand on Matthew's still crossed wrists and another on his hip to steady him. When they were finally flush together, foreheads touching as they both fought for control, he said, "Yeah?"
"I'm yours but you're also mine." Matthew clinched around him and Gilbert made a high pitched sound of his own. "No one else can feel you like this or make all those fantasies true. Only me." Matthew sounded serious but shaky, like he wasn't sure of answer. It wasn't quite a question but Gilbert felt the need to answer it.
He met Matthew's eyes and said, "Yes. I'm yours."
Matthew searched his eyes for a second, something that alarmed Gilbert, then shivered, gasping. Matthew bit Gilbert's lip and started undulating against him. They moved together, able to share each other's breath and watch their pleasure move across their faces. Gilbert kept their upper bodies close with a steady but gentle hold on Matthew's arms and an arm around his back so he could run his fingers through Matthew's hair. Gilbert found that he couldn't think of anything to say, so the only sounds that filled the room were that of their bodies coming together and the soft sounds of their hitched breaths.
Gilbert eventually managed to say, "Matthew…"
That seemed to break the spell that had been over them. Gilbert watched as Matthew closed his eyes and his expression seemed to crumple into naked want. He said, "Let me use my hands, angel."
Gilbert released him and Matthew moved his hands to his shoulders. He kissed him one last time before gently pushing on his shoulders so that Gilbert was lying flat on his back. He stared up at Matthew as he smiled before raising himself up and dropping with a twist of his hips.
They both groaned at the sensation and Gilbert acted accordingly, planting his hands on Matthew's hips and his feet against the mattress. The next time Matthew came down, Gilbert moved up to meet him. Matthew gave a shout and had to plant his hands on Gilbert's chest to steady himself. Matthew set the pace, so they continued like this faster than Gilbert intended. He wasn't bothered as he watched sweat bead and the roll down Matthew's skin and felt the need to fling his head back and groan at the feeling of Matthew fucking himself on him.
Oh no, Gilbert wasn't bothered in the least, it just looked like it would be harder holding off on coming than he originally planned. He couldn't gather the wherewithal to think about anything beyond Matthew and that was doing the exact opposite of starving off his orgasm. He was sweating more from the effort to control himself than their movements. God, but Matthew was so fucking sexy that Gilbert should have been congratulating himself for making it this far. He estimated he had about a 30% chance of not coming when he did.
"Oh fuck, Gil!"
Make that 20% and dropping fast. If he had any chance, he needed to make Matthew come as soon as possible.
Hoping that it would work, Gilbert did two things at once: start jerking Matthew off and take one of his hands and place his fingers against his lips. Matthew said, "Gil, what are you…?" Gilbert slipped two of Matthew's fingers into his mouth and began to suck them, thinking the sight and feel would remind him of how it felt to have Gilbert's mouth around his dick.
It worked. Matthew's jaw dropped and he said, "Oh fuck." Matthew began to lose the rhythm he set as is eyes had hazily focused on Gilbert's mouth. He drew his fingers out of his mouth only to push lightly back in and have Gilbert flick his tongue against them and suck.
Gilbert felt Matthew get impossibly harder in his hand and felt him still as their hips were once again flush. He knew that if he watched Matthew come then the jig was up, so he quickly sat up and removed Matthew's hand and kissed him hard. He felt Matthew tense against him and make repeating shout sounds into his mouth as he came.
Gilbert had to stop touching Matthew all together out of fear that he would squeeze him too hard. He growled his frustration as his hands formed white-knuckled fists in the sheets. He managed to keep it together but only just and by the end, Gilbert was panting harder than Matthew and shaking like a leaf.
Matthew recovered before he did and noticed immediately that something was off. His hands carded through Gilbert's sweat-soaked hair and ran soothingly along his back. Matthew kissed him on his forehead and said, "Jesus, Gil, talk to me. Are you alright, sweetheart?"
Gilbert's breath was shaky but he nodded. He put his hands on Matthew's back, feeling the planes of muscles there and trying to ground himself. He still hadn't opened his eyes and Matthew made a distressed noise. He sounded worried as he said, "I need verbal communication now, Gil. You look like you're in pain and you told me that was a hard limit for you so I really need you to talk to me."
"Sorry, sorry. I'm okay. Just let me hold you for a minute. I'm good." He cursed under his breath in German, still fighting his body.
"Okay, angel." Gilbert felt him hesitate before saying timidly, "You…you're still hard, Gil. Did I…was I not…?"
Gilbert snapped his eyes open and looked at Matthew's worried face, turned away from him, with utter shock. Could he really think…? Oh, hell no. Gilbert had to fight off the wave of anger that hit him because it so wasn't helpful but goddam he was pissed at anyone who made Matthew feel inadequate, including himself. When he spoke his voice was strained for more than one reason.
"Matthew I need you to look at me and hear what I'm about to tell you, okay?" Matthew slowly met his eyes and something in Gilbert broke at the look in them. "Not coming at the feeling of you pulsing around me, at the sound and sight of you climaxing is one of the most difficult things I have ever had to do in a sexual situation. I had to let go of you because I thought I might hurt you as I fought every instinct I have to come inside you. You feel how hard I am, how much I want you?" Matthew nodded. "Don't ever…please don't think you aren't enough because you are so much more than that, so much greater than adequate that I can't even describe it in any of the languages I know."
Matthew kissed him and Gilbert tried to translate what he felt through touch what he didn't have the words to say, not yet. Talking wasn't one of his strong points but this, this he could do.
Matthew seemed to be doing the same, kissing him the same way he did yesterday in the office, only 24 hours ago. Gilbert put a hand to Matthew's lower back and flipped them over so that Matthew was once again on his back with Gilbert pressed against him. They didn't break the kiss and Gilbert would be damned if he pulled out of Matthew now. Gilbert had to pull away to breathe and Matthew continued to kiss him wherever he could reach. He said, "So, why didn't you? Come, I mean."
"Two reasons: I really like being inside you and I promised you my best. This is me doing my best for you the way I know how."
"Wait, I don't think I can come again. I feel beyond satisfied and I'm pretty sure my brain is in that well fucked zone of 'stick a fork in me, I'm done.' Also, for the record, I would like it if you came with me in the future."
"So noted. Do…do you want me to stop?" Gilbert would if Matthew said the word. He would just have to wait for another time to show Matthew what he felt.
Matthew stilled and met Gilbert's eyes with a smile. "No, angel, I just wanted to let you know. I happen to really like you being inside me, so this works out well. Plus, now I can focus on watching you more."
"Well, in that case…" Gilbert pushed further into him with deliberate slowness, watching as Matthew gasped and tilted his head back at the feeling. Then he didn't stop moving.
Matthew's eyes widened with surprise as his pupils dilated and his hands clutched at Gilbert as he moved in and out of him. He kept his movements slow, soft and rolling but deep, wanting Matthew to feel everything. He ran his hands along Matthew's body as much as he could slowly, like he was learning him for the first time, fingers lingering and light. Gilbert felt the goosebumps rise on his skin and the resulting shiver. Matthew arched beneath him and Gilbert closed the distance between them to nip at his lip.
"Gil! What are you—ah—doing?"
Gilbert's mouth twitched in an attempted smirk, but he was busy directing his energy elsewhere to complete it. "Fucking you like you said I could."
"But this isn't—mmh—you're not…?" Matthew gasped and scrunched his eyes shut. A thrill went through Gilbert as he watched Matthew fight what he was feeling, what Gilbert was making him feel. Fuck.
He leaned down to kiss Matthew's cheek before murmuring in his ear, "I suppose now would be a good time to remind you of what I said?"
"What? I don't…" Matthew shuddered and Gilbert felt his body finally responding the way he wanted it to. Matthew whispered, realizing what was happening, "Oh, my God. You can't mean…?"
"'When you think you can't come anymore, I'll make you do it again,'" Gilbert repeated, satisfaction running through him.
Matthew whined and pulled him into a kiss as he started to move with Gilbert. Gilbert groaned as he felt Matthew harden against his belly but didn't allow himself to change pace. He wanted to draw this out, both showing Matthew what he meant to him and for the sheer pleasure of it. He didn't know how he went centuries without this and every other person he had been with was just training so he could fuck Matthew like he deserved. Nothing compared to this.
"Gil..!" Gilbert watched as Matthew gasped and shook his head from side to side, eyes squeezed shut like it was all too much. His breathing was uneven, catching on a soft sound every inhale.
Gilbert couldn't find any words for how good he felt, so he didn't try to say anything. Instead, he leaned down to bite along Matthew's neck, an action that made Matthew still with his head to the side and whimper.
"Fuck, don't stop."
He wouldn't dream of it. His next thrust was harder and Matthew let out a cry. He felt one of Matthew's hands grab his ass to pull them harder together and the other card through his hair.
"Just like that, Gil. More. Give me more."
Of course. Gilbert groaned in Matthew's ear and gave him more, gave him everything. The air was too hot as he tried to breathe, vision blurring as sweat dripped into his eyes. Gilbert ignored it all, too intent on the sounds Matthew was making in his ear to care. God, but he sounded destroyed.
Then, because apparently Matthew was made to drive him insane, he started rambling in French. It was too fast for Gilbert to understand, so he tried to distract himself from his body to translate what the hell Matthew was saying. It didn't help because Matthew had the filthiest mouth in French. Maybe he was too embarrassed to say those things in English. Maybe he thought Gilbert didn't understand. In any case, Gilbert blushed and moaned at the sound of him.
Matthew stopped speaking and froze for a second, then he put his mouth by Gilbert's ear and started actively choosing his words. Still in French, he said, "You fuck so good, angel. I shouldn't want you so much but fuck, you make it easy and if you stop I think I would die. Fuck, please don't stop. I'm getting so close and I shouldn't even be able to come again but you feel—ah, oh fuck, please!—no one has ever fucked me like this. You've ruined me for anyone else because after this every time I think about having sex I'll think about you and your perfect cock. You have no idea how much you mean to me, how long I've been yours. Not one fucking clue." Matthew's voice cracked a little and he panted in Gilbert's ear, hands treading through his hair and curling into his back. He had code switching by the end, English words thrown in to French sentences, like he couldn't keep the languages separate anymore. Gilbert whined at the feel of him and the new knowledge. His hips stuttered for a moment, breaking the hard-won rhythm he had set, before he regained control of himself while Matthew moaned beneath him.
He was so focused on controlling himself that he almost missed Matthew whispering in English, "You're mine."
Gilbert gave a full body shudder at the words and managed to hiss in his ear, "Yes."
Matthew let out a sob before pulling Gilbert's head up to kiss him. It couldn't last long, both already gasping for breath before they started. Gilbert pulled away to see Matthew's eyes watering with tear tracks trailing into his hair, the nearly straight lines cutting through the light sheen of sweat on his face.
Gilbert hesitated for a second, concerned. "Matthew—?"
"Don't you dare stop!"
Gilbert didn't stop. Instead, he stretched to kiss the tear tracks away as well as any fresh drops. Matthew let out a broken, wet sound and Gilbert moved to look at him again. He had his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, just this side of drawing blood, and his eyes rolling into his head. Gilbert licked at his mouth to stop him from hurting himself and felt his control slip. He gripped Matthew's hip to hold him just so before speeding his thrusts. Matthew gave a horse shout and Gilbert knew he had found his prostate again. He said, "Mattie, I'm close."
Matthew pressed them tighter together and said, "Me, too. So fucking close."
Gilbert believed it, feeling Matthew's muscles flutter around him. Shit, it felt like Matthew was ready to go any second as he sobbed out Gilbert's name and clawed into his back. Maybe if he did—
The thought was cut off as he hit Matthew's prostate once more and Matthew made a wounded sound as he started coming, head thrown back and mouth open. He had come completely untouched and that realization in combination with the already intense pleasure of that moment was enough to push Gilbert over the edge.
He thrust one last time as deep as he could into Matthew and stayed there as his orgasm roared through him like a train. He gave a shout that he was pretty sure was Matthew's name and then could do nothing but wordlessly groan as he came, the sensation all the more intense from his earlier restraint. He shook with it and he seemed to hang in the moment forever until he found himself barely able to hold himself up and being kissed. He panted into the kiss, chest heaving with the effort to breathe, and Matthew pulled away, falling back to the bed like sitting up was too difficult to maintain.
With the last of his energy, Gilbert pulled out and managed to fall to the side of Matthew rather than on top of him. His hand rested on his chest and he rolled to hold him close. Matthew reciprocated, pulling Gilbert against him and moving a hand to his hair while he still shook with aftershock. They both laid there for several moments, gathering their wits.
After a time, Gilbert smiled as he kissed Matthew's shoulder. He looked up at him and asked quietly, "Are you okay?"
Matthew turned his head to look at him, red lips stretched into a smile and bright blue eyes tired. "Yeah, I'm alright. I just… It was a lot at once but in a good way. I'm surprised I'm coherent. How about you?" Matthew's arm tightened around him and Gilbert happily cuddled closer to kiss him lightly.
"Never better," Gilbert found it was easy to hold himself up on an arm to kiss him again. He had to stop himself from babbling a lot of things that were running through his head, like how he was better than any fantasy and that it felt like he was made for him. Or how the thought of being separated by an ocean was physically painful because he wanted to wake up entangled with him every day and be able to reach across a bed to kiss him. How he wanted to ask to stay so he could see the first snow with him and be terrified as they went skiing together. Or… God, a billion things. He wanted to say all these things and stay silent. In the end, he compromised.
He said with a teasing tone, "By the way, sorry, I'm not sorry."
Matthew frowned at him a little. "What do you mean?"
"I'm not sorry for ruining you for all other men. That was the goal, actually."
Matthew looked confused before blanching, closing his eyes, and hiding his face in his hands. "You never told me you spoke French."
"It never came up. Hey," Gilbert moved his hands away from his face and kissed his forehead. "No need to hide. Do you know how mind-numbingly sexy you are, especially when you speak French? You paid me a high compliment the second you stopped speaking English. And you know that this isn't just sex for me, right? That I care about you so much I don't know how to process it?"
Matthew opened first one eye then the other, expression careful. "So I…didn't just make a huge fool of myself?"
Gilbert smiled softly at him and said, "No, Liebling, you didn't," before leaning in to kiss him.
Gilbert pulled away and cupped Matthew's face in one hand. Matthew turned his head to kiss his palm and Gilbert shifted his hand so that he could run his thumb along his bottom lip. He said, voice rough with things he wasn't saying, "You're amazing, you know."
Matthew smiled and ducked his head into the pillow a little, adorable. "Stop it, Gil."
"I'm serious, Mattie. Don't ever doubt that. There's no one else I would rather be with. No one even compares to you, all right?"
Matthew looked at him, surprised, before smiling. He was practically glowing and Gilbert's last thought before kissing him again was, Fuck, he's beautiful.
A/N:
Okay, so between writing the last chapter and the one after it, a lot of smutty things have popped into my head for these two. I might do a separate collection of "Transparency" outtakes that are the result of these ideas.
Thanks as always to Masterliful for the beta.
Songs (also see main chapter): "Bed" by J. Holiday and "Motivation" by Kelly Rowland ft. Lil Wayne
