[ Matt tilts his head like a puzzle piece seeking its proper slot, pleased when Iggy's lips press inquisitively to his. Thrilled when their tongues meet. The slick tingle skitters down his spine, making the space between his ears feel oceanic.
But when Iggy's fingers brush his crotch, Matt gets a squirming feeling. Not the good kind. As if aloof, judgmental eyes are on him--which, like, they're in a crowded room, so of course people might be watching, but there's something about the weight and sharpness of the regard that unsettles him. It's weird he even notices, honestly. While not an exhibitionist, Matt normally has a certain ability to fold up into whoever he's with, as if they're the only other person in the world.
His fingers curl around Iggy's, and he makes to pull his hand away--redirecting, if Iggy will allow, to drag up his thigh and towards his hip. ]
I'm good, [ he assures Iggy. ] I'm good. [ He bends his head towards Iggy's neck, drawing in a breath of rose and sweat and skin. Taking a moment to both nuzzle and bury his head in the sand a bit. Win-win. ] Is that a cologne, or a perfume, or ...?
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But when Iggy's fingers brush his crotch, Matt gets a squirming feeling. Not the good kind. As if aloof, judgmental eyes are on him--which, like, they're in a crowded room, so of course people might be watching, but there's something about the weight and sharpness of the regard that unsettles him. It's weird he even notices, honestly. While not an exhibitionist, Matt normally has a certain ability to fold up into whoever he's with, as if they're the only other person in the world.
His fingers curl around Iggy's, and he makes to pull his hand away--redirecting, if Iggy will allow, to drag up his thigh and towards his hip. ]
I'm good, [ he assures Iggy. ] I'm good. [ He bends his head towards Iggy's neck, drawing in a breath of rose and sweat and skin. Taking a moment to both nuzzle and bury his head in the sand a bit. Win-win. ] Is that a cologne, or a perfume, or ...?