#☆ noturmatt ​⋮ 🔖

[noturmatt]

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⟢ matt likes the riskiness of fucking you against the windows of the tour bus ⸝⸝

everyone was sure to get suspicious soon, but matt seem to didn’t care. you guys had slipped away from the party fairly unnoticed, leaving his friend, family, and the crew members behind to partake in your own private celebration on the bus.

you guys hadn’t seen each other in at least two weeks, making this long overdue. your bare chest was pushed against the windows, squishing your breats as your hands marked the glass with the natural oils of your fingers.

tall and wide, the windows gave a panoramic view of nothing and everything all at once, like a secret stage no one was watching. his strong hands tugged at the skin of your sides, pulling him into his hips as he leaned over you to place a kiss between your shoulder blades. the cool surface shocked your skin, but the heat of his urgency drowned it out.

you were embarrassed—each touch had you skittish, jumping slightly at the kiss. “no one’s out there,” he assured you, dipping lower to place another kiss on your lower back, “but i wish there were.”

“matt,” you hissed, warning him without words not to push it any further.

he hummed in response. grunts left his mouth at a melodic tempo, hips snapping into yours with a rhythm that left no room for hesitation, only need.

hard. deep. only controlled in the loosest sense.

each thrust made the window rattle softly, made your body tremble. “needed this… you…” matt mumbled, lost in the bliss of your gummy, textured walls clenching around his throbbing length, “shit, i’ve been thinkin’ about you for weeks.”

his fingers found your asscheeks, curling around them to give a gentle squeeze. his hands spread them apart, an attempt to give himself a better view of his dick sliding in and out of you. it have him a better angle, more depth and pressure — the moan it pulled from your throat made his jaw tick.

there were no lights on. no eyes to see or ears to hear, but just like him, part of you wanted to be watched. you wanted someone to see how he wrecked you, holding nothing back, and giving you everything.

「LETTIE SPEAKS」 ⋮ a hint of taboo, but nothing too crazy. we have voyeurism at it’s finest people 👏🏻

[noturmatt]

hashtag for my works. ☆ noturmatt ​⋮ writes

MATTHEW STURNIOLO

01. eyes on the lens, baby [M]

02. made of bruises and trust [M]

CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO

00. coming soon . . .

𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 — a collection of stories and aus i loved from other writers for matt and chris :) hashtag used . —​ ☆ noturmatt ​⋮ 🔖