[ Matt laughs too--at himself, at his own eagerness--and follows Quentin's pull in delight, dropping his toga to the floor as their bare chests come flush. His lips are still parting, his head still mid-tilt to find how their mouths slot together, when Quentin grabs his ass with a sudden, sturdy grip. He maneuvers Matt so their hips can grind together, and Matt gasps, arching against him. His hips give another fitful rub, cock starting to stiffen in his trunks. Honestly, Matt's surprised he lasted this long. He was half-convinced he'd get hard out in the hallways, or even on the lawn, delirious from all those gorgeous, tantalizing images Quentin put in his head. He'd be humiliated to tent his swimwear, but at the same time (in his imagination, at least), he'd be thrilled. ]
Thanks, [ he manages to breathe back. Quentin moves, and it's the easiest thing in the world to follow him, to let himself be pressed hard against the door. Matt's hands slide to Quentin's back as they kiss. One scrubs up, rubbing firm over planes of muscle; the other slides down to palm at Quentin's ass in turn. Just feeling him bare under his hands makes Matt's heart beat faster, makes him impatient in his shorts. It's too many clothes already. ]
there was already nudity but cw: erections??
Thanks, [ he manages to breathe back. Quentin moves, and it's the easiest thing in the world to follow him, to let himself be pressed hard against the door. Matt's hands slide to Quentin's back as they kiss. One scrubs up, rubbing firm over planes of muscle; the other slides down to palm at Quentin's ass in turn. Just feeling him bare under his hands makes Matt's heart beat faster, makes him impatient in his shorts. It's too many clothes already. ]