[Closed] [Mature] Safe in Hail & Rain [Matty Morvay]

[Sunner Baywhite]

Bethas 15, 2720
Dock in the dives, Vienda, early evening

Sunner nodded against Matty's head, he had seen some strays wandering around in a few spots, maybe he'd take a walk in the morning and see if he could spot any of them again, but for now he was content to just shut up about cats. He shifted his thoughts back to work, and the umbrella he would have to fix, enjoying the nice, warm cuddling. He was quite glad Matty seemed to be more relaxed now, his own worries quieted down, but he did remind himself to keep an eye out for anyone suspicious between the boat and the tailor shop.

Work, vigilance, and umbrella thoughts screeched to a halt as Matty shuffled on his lap, placing little kisses on Sunner's jaw, sliding his hand up his leg, he got the gist of what the wick was implying.

Sunner only moved his hands to properly situate Matty on his lap, kissing his forehead first, and then moving to attack the wick's neck, nibbling and kissing while his hands moved back down, and then under Matty's-- well, technically his-- shirt and between his legs. He squished one of Matty's butt cheeks on the way down, appreciating the wicks lovely, soft skin. Early on, it had sometimes occurred to him that his hands probably felt like sandpaper to Matty, but no complaints had ever been made. Sunner ran a thumb over Matty's nipple, he was considering if it was warm enough overall in the cabin to fling the blanket off so he could also fling the shirt from Matty's torso.

He decided against it for now, it was nice and warm wrapped up in the blanket, and being cuddly, rather than ravaging the wick, sounded much better. Sunner moved up to kiss Matty properly, and when he pulled back, he leaned back slightly. "You... are truly beautiful." How many times had he said that? Sunner didn't care, he'd repeat it over and over because he knew it was true. Sunner leaned back further, and eventually was laying on the floor. He shuffled a bit, keeping the blanket wrapped around them both.

Sunner stroked the length of Matty's cock, lightly running his rough fingers down from the tip to the base of the shaft. He figured the blanket would eventually end up not wrapped around them, it was already loose, and there would be no way for Matty to keep it tightly bundled up around his back when he inevitably started riding Sunner's dick.

[Matty Morvay]

Bethas 15, 2720

Home, late evening.

Sunner did get the idea, and quickly. He caught on fast when he had a clear head. Soon Matty was straddling his lap, Sunner’s rough hands roving over his skin. He relished the man’s careful exploration. It was as though his body was a landscape Sunner never tired of, and he found that strangely thrilling. He tilted his head back, allowing Sunner unfettered access to his neck. There was a soft breath of laughter at the hand squeezing his arse, which was quickly cut off by a gasp as Sunner's calloused thumb brushed over his nipple.

Sunner kissed him, then, and he returned it hungrily, drinking deeply of the other man, his arms coming to rest over Sunner's shoulders. There was no hiding his growing arousal as Sunner's hands continued to slide over his skin. Sunner was the one to break the kiss, leaning back to look at him and call him beautiful. Matty had heard that before, ever since he was young. So many times, so many ways, but it was different coming from Sunner. There was a reverence to how he said it that made it clear he meant it wholeheartedly, and it was that reverence that brought colour to Matty's cheeks. That was a hard thing to do, after the life he had led. He followed Sunner down, claiming more kisses, shuddering as the man's hand found his cock and traced its length. He leaned back to take in the sight of the man spread out under him, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He may be beautiful, but the sight of Sunner entirely at his mercy, entirely his to do with as he pleased, held a beauty all its own.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of this," he purred, his voice husky.

He ran his hands over Sunner's chest, over his stomach, over all the individual muscles that made up a splendid whole. Sunner seemed intent on wasting as little time as possible, but Matty wanted to make it last. He gently pushed Sunner's hands away from him as he leaned down to trail a line of kisses down his body. He had a clear destination in mind, sliding ever lower until he came to the waist of Sunner's pants. He plucked open the buttons with practiced ease, freeing Sunner's cock from the confines of the cloth and running his slender fingers along its length. His touch was teasingly light, but not for long, as his hand was eventually replaced with his mouth as he took Sunner in.

[Sunner Baywhite]

Bethas 15, 2720
Dock in the dives, Vienda, early evening

Sunner's hands sat on Matty's hips, not moving to let the Wick wiggle around as much as he wanted, at least until he started shuffling down to get at Sunner's cock. His hands moved to Matty's hair, twirling the pink locks around a few fingers. He was rather fond of Matty's hair, it was soft and well looked after, and unlike his own, didn't tangle nearly as much. He would have agreed with the Wick, but his words were replaced by a groan instead.

Good enough, Matty would probably get the gist.

He gripped Matty's hair a little tighter, not enough to pull on it of course, he rocked his hips up somewhat into Matty's mouth. He was perfectly content to let the Wick take charge, after all, Matty was far more skilled in this than he was-- although Sunner sometimes considered himself pretty good in bed. When it came to sucking off, though, he was nowhere near as skilled as Matty was. He let one hand drop to his side, tilting his head back to just enjoy the Wick, but left one hand gently tangled in his pink hair.

Sunner's thoughts briefly turned back on, and he wondered if there would ever be a situation where Matty got tired of this. He hoped not, of course, and his thoughts quickly went back to mostly emptiness, twirling Matty's hair through his fingers again. He moaned as Matty's mouth moved down his shaft, "Yer fuckin' amazin'..." He mumbled, admiring Matty from his laying position. This, at least to Sunner, was true, maybe someone else from the Gilded Lily would disagree, or claim they were better, but they weren't Matty, so they didn't matter to Sunner. He rocked his hips up again, pushing his cock deeper into Matty's mouth, doing his best not to risk gagging the Wick. His fingers gripped Matty's hair a bit tighter, still not pulling on it, but he was no longer just twirling the soft locks around his rough fingers.

His free hand gripped the blanket for now, he'd grab Matty's head properly soon enough, maybe, unless the Wick decided to jump him before Sunner could make a move to fuck his mouth.

[Matty Morvay]

Bethas 15, 2720

Home, evening.

Matty took his time with it. They had all night, after all. There was no need to rush. The feeling of Sunner’s fingers in his hair and on his scalp sent shivers down his spine. Sunner called him amazing, and he laughed through his nose, pulling back.

“I bet you say that to everyone,” he teased.

He shifted to move back up to straddle the man again. His hair likely looked like a nest, now, with Sunner pawing through it, but he didn’t care. He knew the man under him didn’t care either. He didn’t really care about much, at the moment, if he had to be honest. If he could freeze a moment in time and stay in it forever, it would probably one like this. Sunner under him, looking up at him with stars in his eyes. The rain pounding down outside, the fire crackling away in the grate. It was almost perfect, almost enough to make him forget everything about the day he had just had.

He leaned down, lips and teeth brushing Sunner’s ear, and whispered, “Take me.”

He didn’t want to think anymore, didn’t want to be in charge. He knew Sunner didn’t need to be told twice.