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A strangled sound left Matt’s parted lips as Tom gently pulled out of his spent form, palms gently pressing against the ginger’s freckled hips in an attempt to soothe him. Matt’s entire body trembled at Tom’s decision to finally let up; His long lashes fluttering adorably as he struggled to catch his breath after hours of over-stimulation at Tom’s unforgiving hand.
Tears streamed down Matt’s face as his chest rose and fell with bated breaths, Tom’s eyebrows knitting with concern as he observed the thoroughly disheveled man below him. He wondered if he’d gone too far, observing the way that Matt’s entire form trembled as Tom unbound his wrists from where they’d been bound behind his back.
Shoving the glimmering lilac ribbon to the side with little care, Tom brought his attention back to his exhausted boyfriend.
“You were so good for me, pretty boy. Are you okay? Did I go too far?” Tom murmured, voice low and reverent as he reached into the bedside table with the intent of finding a rag that could wipe up the mess he’d made of Matt’s lower half.
The Brit whimpered as the soft cloth dragged across his still-sensitive skin, Tom gently shushing him and planting kisses across his face in sympathy.
This was all Tom had ever wanted. He was right where he wanted to be.
“M’ okay,” Matt hummed, his voice soft and broken as a result of just how loud he’d been for Tom. He pawed at Tom’s arms as he spoke, trying (and failing) to bring the shorter man into a warm embrace.
“Matt,” Tom warned, a sense of urgency in his voice. “I need to clean you up, handsome.”
Tom made quick work of the shivering Brit; his calm and tender touch starkly contrasting the rough handling he’d been giving Matt just a few minutes before. Soft golden light fell upon them as it filtered through the blinds, leaving Tom awestruck over how ethereal Matt was.
Matt was spread out enchantingly on the bed before him, his chest slowly rising and falling as he surrendered to Tom’s will. His pink lips were parted just slightly, glistening beautifully as he let out quiet breaths. Stunning golden freckles peppered every inch of his body in perfect clusters; His beauty so amazingly intentional that Tom was tempted to believe the ginger had been blessed by Aphrodite herself.
Tom felt himself becoming entranced by the ginger’s beauty, wondering how it was possible he had gotten so lucky as he quickly wrapped up the arduous task that was clean-up. It was only when Matt let out a noise, soft and broken, that Tom found himself being broken out of his thoughts.
“Tommmmm,” Matt uttered, his voice rising eagerly as loving arms reached up at Tom to grab his attention.
“Yeah? What do you need?” Tom hummed, gently scooping Matt’s still-nude body up and into his arms.
“Attentionnnnnnn,” Matt whined, his voice high and needy– and absolutely adorable.
He had only just escaped the fuzzy state of subspace, and the thoughts that swirled in his head were still centered around himself. Stupid, stupid Matt was Tom’s idea of perfection. He’d have to kick himself for that later– preferably after giving the Brit the kisses he very much deserved.
Tom shook his head, huffing out a soft laugh that left the man below him grinning in response.
“You’re so needy, princess…” Tom flirted, brushing a soft lock from Matt’s face as he leaned down to connect their lips.
“Princess?” Matt questioned, pulling back as his voice rose with confusion.
“Princess. You’re acting like one.” Tom teased, planting kisses across the bridge of Matt’s nose to observe as his cheeks grew rosy and he began to giggle giddily.
He was so fucking cute. Tom was lucky, screwed, and irrevocably in love all at once.
“I am NOT,” Matt quipped back, mouth drawing into a badly faked frown.
“Shh,” Tom whispered, pulling Matt impossibly closer as the ginger squirmed indignantly. He looked down at the Brit as he took another breath, bracing himself for what he was about to say.
“You know I really love you, right?”
Matt grinned– no, he beamed. His smile was so wide that Tom suspected his cheeks would surely ache sooner rather than later.
“I know, idiot. I love you too,” Matt replied, pressing a gentle kiss to Tom’s stomach.
“Gross, Matt. Don’t kiss me there”
Matt scoffed, faking offense, his jaw dropping as he pressed a hand to his own chest for dramatic effect. His nails glittered as they caught the light, painted in vibrant colors that contrasted Matt's skin perfectly.
“You want to tell me what’s gross? You. You– When you were just inside me?”
Tom groaned. He knew it was coming; he never got any kind of peace when he was with Matt. He had a way of making romantic moments strange.
“Matt,” Tom sighed, with no real malice behind his words. If Matt was anyone else, he would never get away with this.
“What? Am I wrong?” Matt teased, a smug smile tugging at his lips.
Tom wanted to punch him, kiss him, and fuck him all over again all at once. Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering, “You’re insufferable.”
Matt just beamed wider, leaning in to brush a kiss against his jaw. “And you love it.”
It was undeniable that Tom, in fact, did.
“I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
Matt hummed, nuzzling his cheek against Tom’s. “Take care of me by… feeding me. I’m hungry.”
Tom pulled back to stare at him, deadpan. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Matt’s grin only widened. “What? Starving over here.”
“I literally fed you before we had sex, Matt.”
Matt only pouted, sticking out his plump bottom lip as he looked at Tom.
Tom groaned, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “You’re insufferable.”
Still, he swung his legs off the bed.
“Fine. But if you want pancakes at—” he glanced at the clock, “—two in the morning, you’re helping me make them.”
Matt beamed, bouncing his body off of the bed before Tom could even finish his sentence.
But his excitement had clearly outpaced the very few abilities his over exhausted body had. With a sudden wobble, his legs gave out beneath him, and he started to topple forward.
“Oi, careful!” Tom lunged, catching him mid-fall and steadying him against his chest.
Matt let out a soft, helpless laugh. “Guess… I got… carried away…”
After a moment of much-needed silence, Matt nuzzled into Tom’s chest, half-lidded eyes barely open. “Pancakes… now…” he murmured, voice soft and lazy.
Tom huffed a laugh, shifting him slightly to carry him more securely. “You do realize you can’t even stand, right? This is entirely your fault. I mean– you were asking for it.”
Matt grinned up at him, teeth just barely visible. “Totally worth it.”
Tom’s steps echoed in the quiet apartment, each reminding him how ridiculous the situation was. Naked, post-sex, two a.m. pancakes—it was a disaster waiting to happen if anyone walked in. He glanced nervously toward the living room, muttering, “Please don’t let anyone be awake…”
Matt giggled softly, draping an arm around Tom’s neck. “Relax, you’re my hero. You’re always my hero.”
Tom wrapped him snugly in a blanket, muttering, “Heroes have reputations too.” Great, now he was a half-naked hero carrying a post-sex pancake-demanding ginger across the kitchen—how’s that for dignity?
Tom muttered to himself as he rifled through the cabinets for pancake mix, flinching at every little sound. No way could anyone catch him like this—Edd would never let him live it down if he didn’t beat him to a pulp for letting a naked Matt sit exposed on the counter in only a blanket.
Locating the mix with ease, Tom grabbed it along with a whisk and a bowl. Every creak of the cabinets or clatter of a utensil made him flinch; the thought of anyone walking in on the scene made his stomach twist.
Matt mumbled something incoherent from where he rested against the counter, head leaning on the cabinets, and Tom just huffed a laugh. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Pancakes. Coming right up.”
He measured the mix, poured the milk, and stirred slowly, careful not to spill a drop while keeping a watchful eye on Matt. Every motion was a delicate dance: keep Matt from toppling off the counter, mix the batter, and move like a ninja chef.
The situation had him ridiculously choked up in no time. Caring for Matt—cooking for him while desperately trying to maintain some shred of dignity—was overwhelming. He was struck by just how lucky he was to be here, in this absurd, intimate moment. Maybe he really was as soft as Matt always thought he was… and, surprisingly, he was more okay with that than he ever thought he would be.
The rest of the night was a blur of soft kisses, quiet laughter, and whispered nonsense that made no sense to anyone but them. They shuffled from the kitchen and back into Tom’s bedroom, wrapped in blankets and each other, half-eating pancakes and half-dozing off mid-bite. Matt would nuzzle Tom’s neck at random intervals, murmuring sleepy compliments, and Tom would laugh, tugging him closer and stealing another lazy kiss in response.
Somehow, between the ridiculousness of naked late-night pancake runs and Matt’s endless charm, everything felt perfect. The chaos, the silliness, the vulnerability—it all melted into warmth and comfort. Despite the absurdity of it all, despite how utterly ridiculous they must look, there was nowhere Tom would rather be than here, wrapped up in Matt, heart ridiculously full, and completely, undeniably in love.