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David and Matteo collapsed into their bed together, giggling and kissing each other everywhere their mouths could reach. Matteo tore off the shirt he had just put on earlier, leaving him in only his boxers, and tugged at David's until he pulled it off himself. With both of them stripped down to their underwear, Matteo flipped them so he was on top and slowed the pace to a crawl, pulling David into deep, languid kisses that left the pair breathless. Matteo sighed happily into David's returning kisses as he hovered over him, shakily balanced on his elbows. When David's arms moved to wrap around Matteo's shoulders and pull him flush against his body, Matteo broke the kiss and grinned down at his boyfriend before giving him a quick peck and starting to move across his face. He nosed along David's cheek, dragging his lips across until he got to the sensitive spot behind David's left ear. He nipped at the thin skin there, prompting a shuddering sigh from David, and continued down his neck to suck the beginnings of a hickey onto David's collarbone. His actions prompted a low, rumbling groan, and Matteo grinned widely before kissing his way down his boyfriend's chest and stomach, taking his boxers with him as he shifted so he could lie directly between David's spread legs. Trailing his hands lightly along David's sides, Matteo alternated tiny nips, licks, and kisses around his hips and thighs until David was gasping with every touch.
"Who's the fucking tease now, Matteo?" David ground out, hips bucking into the air as Matteo gave him a particularly slow and sucking kiss right at the juncture between hip and thigh.
"Am I?" Matteo pretended to think about it and jokingly began to pull away before David's hand shot out and grabbed him by his hair. An involuntary whimper escaped Matteo and he went suddenly boneless, near-collapsing against David.
"Fuck. What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want," Matteo murmured desperately, pushing his head into David's hand as he clutched at his thighs. Encouraged, David fisted Matteo's hair even tighter and tilted his hips invitingly.
"Blow me," he whispered, and Matteo's eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
"Fuck," he groaned again, reverently kissing David's thigh once more before burying his face in his boyfriend. He licked and sucked and listened for David's choked-off gasps of his name and various curses. Matteo might be whiny during sex, but David was loud, especially when Matteo used his mouth. David continued to grab at his hair, too, which Matteo loved (and David knew it). A particularly eye-watering pull prompted a moan from Matteo, which he could feel vibrate against the most sensitive parts of David and in turn pulled the most delicious whine out of David's panting mouth. As Matteo brought David closer and closer to the edge, he realized he could also hear David talking, though it didn't seem like David realized that words were spilling out of him.
"Shit, you're so good Matteo, you're amazing," David was gasping out as he moved his hips against Matteo's mouth. "God, I can't believe you're real. You're beautiful, I love you, fuck, I love you so much." Matteo moaned again and rutted against the mattress as he redoubled his efforts to make David come, impossibly turned on by his boyfriend's mindless encouragement. He could tell David was close, hips hitching helplessly up every few seconds, and he brought a hand away from where he was stroking David's thigh to slide a spit-slick middle finger into him and crook forward.
"Oh FUCK," David shouted as he squeezed around Matteo's finger and jerked his hips helplessly, riding it and pushing up against Matteo's mouth over and over until he fell apart with great, shuddering gasps. Matteo rubbed him slowly through the aftershocks before carefully withdrawing his finger and considering it. He made direct eye contact with David as he drew his finger into his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he tasted his boyfriend. He heard a soft oh my god from above him, and suddenly he was on his back and David was kissing him with bruising force.
"My turn for breakfast," he murmured into Matteo's mouth after he'd stopped trying to taste himself on Matteo's tongue. "I think I'll have the salami."
Matteo froze before erupting into giggles at David's terrible, terrible joke. "Oh my god," he gasped. "Did you just refer to my dick as a salami? Were you replaced with Abdi or Carlos when I wasn't looking? Did you mean sujuk? Or baguette with eggs?" David's face was slowly turning red, and he let out a reluctant laugh himself when Matteo poked his blushing cheek.
"Stooop, I was trying to be funny and... and referential! Inside jokes can be sexy," David pouted at Matteo, still leaning over him. Matteo gave him a kiss on each cheek and one on his scrunched-up nose.
"They can be, I guess. Mostly it's just reassuring to confirm that you're just as much of a dumbass as me sometimes," Matteo grinned and pulled David closer to him to kiss his lips.
"Mmm, you're not a dumbass," David mumbled into Matteo's mouth, getting a look and a raised eyebrow in response. "Ok, not all of the time," he amended. Matteo nodded approvingly and went back to kissing his boyfriend. The ill-timed joke was quickly forgotten as David licked into Matteo's mouth and began trailing a hand down Matteo's body, tweaking a nipple on the way and getting a whimper in response. David stroked Matteo over his boxers, tracing the shape of him through the fabric as Matteo sighed shakily. David then mirrored Matteo's earlier actions, dragging his lips across Matteo's cheek and down to his neck, pausing at the junction between neck and shoulder to suck in another purple-red bruise.
"I like marking you up," David whispered, soothing the angry mark with his tongue. Unable to form real words, Matteo just groaned in response, bucking his hips up into David's hand and tilting his head for better access. David moved his head slightly to give Matteo another hungry kiss before making his way down Matteo's chest with his searching mouth, flicking his tongue over both nipples and sucking another mark onto Matteo's stomach before reaching the waistband of his underwear. Flicking his eyes up to watch Matteo's heaving chest and meet his enraptured gaze, David used his teeth to tug down Matteo's boxers, brushing his chin against Matteo's length on his way down. Matteo let out a strangled moan at the sight and feel, reaching down to run his hands over David's muscled shoulders and through his hair, not tugging but combing through, lending a release to the restlessness Matteo felt when he was that aroused. David, after divesting of Matteo's boxers, kissed his way back up Matteo's legs and, in direct opposition to Matteo's teasing of him earlier, immediately swallowed Matteo up to the hilt, making sure to hold Matteo's hips down so the inevitable buck upwards wouldn't choke him to death. As predicted, Matteo shouted at the wet, warm heat surrounding him, threw his head back, and writhed on the bed, hands leaving David's shoulders in order to grab and twist the bedsheets. Forcing his eyes open, Matteo looked down at David, who was smirking around his full mouth. His boyfriend was a menace, and Matteo told him as such, stuttering as David tongued his head. It wasn't long before Matteo was riding the edge of his orgasm, the combined talent of David's mouth with the absolutely gut-punching beauty of the image of him between Matteo's legs bringing Matteo swiftly towards release. Still mute with pleasure, Matteo tapped frantically at his boyfriend's shoulder as a warning he was about to come, but David just upped his intensity, and Matteo came in his mouth with a high whine and a few violent jerks of his hips. David released Matteo with a dirty pop after he was finished, and Matteo felt so boneless and sated he could only manage to flop his hand up in a beckoning gesture before sinking even further into the bed.
David laughed at him softly and crawled up to meet him, grabbing both their boxers and shirts on the way to put back on. Post-dressing, Matteo rolled over with loose limbs to flop onto David, tucking his head into his boyfriend's neck and curling up against him once again. David sighed happily and cuddled closer to him, pressing a soft kiss into his messy hair and wrapping his arms around him tightly. The two basked in each other's afterglow for a bit as the sun continued its never-ending path across their bedspread, with David occasionally pressing kisses to the top of Matteo's head and Matteo rubbing his thumb gently across David's hip where he could reach. Just as Matteo began to fall asleep again, David jostled him back awake.
"Hey," David murmured, smoothing a hand over Matteo's hair as if to apologize for waking him up. "Want to know what I just remembered?"
"Mmph?" Matteo acknowledged his boyfriend, shifting his body even closer to David's.
"We left our half-eaten food on the counter. Should probably fix that." Matteo could feel David's shit-eating grin against his head and rolled his eyes, knowing David would be able to guess that he did.
"I could not possibly care less about that right now, David," Matteo mumbled into his boyfriend's chest. "Please do shut up." David snorted out a laugh, ruffling Matteo's hair, and started stroking Matteo's spine with his free hand, drawing patterns onto the back of his shirt in a soothing gesture.
"Besides," Matteo tilted his head up to smirk at David, "I'm full. I already ate breakfast." At David's responding groan, Matteo giggled and turned his face into his boyfriend's chest. He sighed happily and settled into David's arms, reminded of the first morning after they'd ever shared in David and Laura's old apartment. They were in mirrored positions then, but the tingling feeling of love and contentment that suffused Matteo's body was pretty much the same.
Face warming with the memory, Matteo whispered into David's shirt, "I love you." Simple and true. David whispered it back, carding his fingers through Matteo's hair, and Matteo felt invincible. He curled into his boyfriend and continued to watch the sunbeams migrate across their bed, a soft smile touching the corners of his lips once again at the thought of something being theirs. His eyes roved around their bedroom lazily, picking out places on the walls where David could hang his art and sizing up the right spot for a shared desk, before he consciously realized what he was doing. Matteo startled at himself, blinking sudden tears out of his vision as he flashed back to where he was just a few years ago, unable to even contemplate what he would be doing after his Abi - and now, he was cuddling with his boyfriend in their bed, idly making plans for settling into their shared apartment. He was out, he was in love, and he was actually living his life. His high school self would be shocked, and Matteo grinned into David's chest.
Life may be now... but he could plan for the future now, too.