[Matt keeps going for just a little while longer, dragging the last responses out of Dex that his now exploding nerves will allow before he follows shortly after. When he finishes, he loosens his grip on Dex's hip and rolls to his side and onto his back to catch his breath. The sheets are a mess but for a little while, everything in the world and in his head feels quiet. That's the moment that he's so often chasing, even if he finds it occasionally with Dex of all people.]
[Dex lies there for a few minutes, regaining his senses and cooling off after such a hot and heavy session. It's nice not to be able to think and let the darkness creep back in after such a rough round of sex. Eventually, he picks himself back up, and puts on his clothes. He leaves without a word. Matt knows where to get in contact with him if he wants this to happen again. Deep down, Dex hopes that he will. Hatefucking is as good as anything else for getting his emotions out.]
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