"I didn't think that'd mean you'd stop calling," Matt protested, arching his hips against Oberyn's only to be met with a loud slam of his lower back against the front door. He grinned and started pulling clothes off, slowing down only when they were stumbling around trying to get long pants off without falling over. And then Matt could feel the ground moving as his back hit the mattress. He managed to prop himself up on his elbows for all of half a second before Oberyn shoved him back down again. They weren't even naked yet and he was panting, biting down on his bottom lip, a noticeable bulge unable to be concealed in his black underwear with a glimmer of lust in his otherwise dull hazel eyes.

"Always." He reached around behind Oberyn's neck and crushed their lips together as he wriggled further up the expanse of the luxurious bed towards the headboard, pulling the desert prince along with him. His legs spread and kicked uselessly into the creased bed linen as they inched further up the bed.

"Mmf- mmm..." Matt was gasping for air when he turned his head to break the kiss and he grabbed Oberyn's hips, pulling him down to rub the underside of his shaft against the thin black fabric that kept Matt's erection trapped against his groin. Bone rubbing uncomfortably against bone and the sudden feeling of being pinned had Matt groaning like one of the many pretty little slutty things that writhed in these sheets. There was an urgency with which he tried to push his underwear off out of the way so that Oberyn could make a whore out of him.