[ the words pull a scoff out of him, abrupt and genuinely amused. he kisses matt again, breathing out harsh and quick against his mouth— ]
Yeah. I got it.
[ got it, or him, it doesn't matter. stephen's hands, unsteady for more than one reason now, make their way down to the hem of matt's shirt to help pull it over his head; he's reaching down, presumably with the intention of shedding his own clothes, but it's hard when he's still intent on kissing the living daylights out of him and skirting an eager touch down matt's chest all at the same time. and then he laughs again, warm fingers splaying over matt's abs. ]
God. Warn a guy next time.
[ seriously, nothing about their interactions suggested matt's abs would look and feel like that. ]
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Yeah. I got it.
[ got it, or him, it doesn't matter. stephen's hands, unsteady for more than one reason now, make their way down to the hem of matt's shirt to help pull it over his head; he's reaching down, presumably with the intention of shedding his own clothes, but it's hard when he's still intent on kissing the living daylights out of him and skirting an eager touch down matt's chest all at the same time. and then he laughs again, warm fingers splaying over matt's abs. ]
God. Warn a guy next time.
[ seriously, nothing about their interactions suggested matt's abs would look and feel like that. ]