It's a tricky balance, because although one wants to clear one's mind of extraneous thought, one also wants to be in the physical present, and Matt's physical present is that he's jerking himself off in another man's lap.


But of course

(to thee, entire

reverence be here)

it's for a purpose.


Still, he can't forget about it, and as his strokes grow sharper and his breaths shallow and panting, he has to wonder what he looks like to him (no don't, focus--

give unto us that we may live)

He feels as if he stays suspended on the brink of orgasm for a very long time. He tries to make that brink last as long as he can; mystically, delayed gratification grants you greater power.

So the light and the heat builds, and the circle around him takes a shape so clear he can almost see it, almost touch.


Eventually, with a moan, he comes.