Between Closed Doors
Matt smiled slowly, reached for his hand, and tugged him closer.
“You talk too much.”
Jordy opened his mouth to argue and kissed before he could.
The second time was different.
Less frantic.
More confident.
The nervousness of earlier was gone, replaced by something warmer and more certain. They knew each other better now, knew how to move together, how to read small sounds and shifts in breathing, how to make comfort feel just as intoxicating as intensity.
At some point in the night, Jordy collapsed back against the pillows, exhausted.
Matt lay beside him, still annoyingly composed.
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