Re: carriage house: matt/atticus
[Hard up. Atticus' sexual experiences amounted to two, and both had occurred at parties. Hadn't been himself at either event, and wasn't sure those would even count when tallied. Knew something about being hard up. Found it was an interesting new sensation, kissing someone just to kiss them. Didn't have that kind of ease with Janus. Had never seen Steve alone after that art exhibit. Worked in the Capital now. Had considered visiting the Red Light District. Why not? Was safe now without the haunts. Hadn't gotten around to it.
Wasn't thinking about PJ. Almost.
Liked the way Matt groaned. It went straight to Atticus' cock, and he pushed against the other man with shoulders, a hand closing thick and weighty on Matt's hip. Matt looked at him, and Atticus chuckled.] PJ's staying. Going to need to find somewhere else next time. [His voice was gravel-low, and he lowered that hand from Matt's waist to his hip, then let thick fingers press from the other man's thigh to knee as he sat up fully. Moved away. Put space between them. Shifted, thighs going wider out of necessity. His gaze dropped heavily to Matt's mouth, then up again.] Assuming you're interested in next time. [Matt was a hard read. Wasn't aggressive, which Atticus wasn't sure if he was surprised by. Atticus was aggressive. Very aggressive. Wasn't sure how that would turn out here, so he drew it back. For now.]
Going to need to tell me if shoving you against a wall is going to be a bad thing. [Voiced that casually, but low enough to leave no doubt as to meaning. Grinned. Lazy, lazy, grin.] Think about it and get back to me.