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Even though he knows at least a day before, the surge of panic Matt feels at the first hint of your blood never fails to flow through him.
Matt’s been around other people on their periods before and he’s been with you long enough that he should be used to it by now. He isn’t. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be.
As a result of this constant worrying over you—are you okay, can I get you anything, are you sure, no let me get that for you—he’s more affectionate and attentive than he normally is. And he’s already the most affectionate man you’ve met.
You can’t say you’re mad about it, though. Matt’s always been a cuddler, often wrapping his entire body around you in his sleep or pulling you onto his lap if the two of you are sitting on the couch. When you’re on your period, though, it’s like he dials up his level of physical affection up to eleven. He offers to rub your shoulders, your back if you can stand it. When you’re in the kitchen, either making something to eat or washing the dishes, Matt comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as he nuzzles his face into your neck. If his touch alone could make all of your discomfort disappear, everything would be over and done with before it even truly started.
Currently, you and Matt are spread out on the couch, your back pressed to his front as you sit between his legs. You have a heating pad pressed tightly to your lower abdomen. You’ve already taken a pain killer, but it hasn't taken effect yet. At this point, you’re not sure it even will.
“Still not feeling any better?” Matt asks, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
“No,” you say as you turn slightly and burrow into Matt. His left hand strokes up and down your side while the right tilts your head up so he can kiss you on the lips.
You sigh into the kiss, pressing even closer. It doesn’t ease the pains, but it does help to take your mind off of it, if only slightly. And while it had started fairly chaste, Matt quickly deepens it, making it more passionate. He’s kissing you like he’s trying to get you into bed.
You pull away, staring at him.
“Are you trying to…?” You let the end of the sentence hang, not sure if you should voice your thoughts. For all you know, he just wanted to kiss you.
Matt’s face flushes. “I was trying—I just wanted to make you feel better.” He stumbles over the sentence, trying to figure out what to say, hoping he’s not offending you. The two of you have never done this before.
Well, you’re not entirely opposed to the idea. And if Matt was interested… And of you course you have heard that having sex while on your period can have certain benefits when it comes to cramps.
“Do you want to?” you ask.
“Only if you want to, if it’s something you’re comfortable with. I think I heard somewhere that it can help with cramps—“
“Matt.” You stop him before he trips and falls over his words. His mouth snaps shut and he gives you a sheepish smile. You sit up, turning off the heating pad and setting it on the coffee table. Matt lifts himself up onto his elbows, not able to sit up properly with you still between his legs.
“You won’t have a problem with the blood getting everywhere?” you ask. A fair question, you think. Sure, Matt bleeds a decent amount himself and has left his mark throughout the apartment, but he’s told you before that he reacts differently when it’s your blood he can taste in the air.
“Not if I know what’s causing it,” Matt says with a shake of his head. “And we have towels we’ll put down if it’s the sheets you’re worried about.”
“Well, those silk sheets of yours are rather pricey.”
“I’d sleep on actual sandpaper if it made you more comfortable.”
You smile and lean down to kiss him. You quickly sit back up and move down the couch, allowing Matt to bring his leg out from behind you and sit up properly.
He places one hand on your face to pull you in for what you’re sure he’d call a proper kiss while his other hand goes to your hip, slipping under your shirt and stroking your skin. Matt’s touch is like fire, heating your skin where his fingers touch and making you almost forget the cramps. In the back of your mind, you wonder if this will really work, but then you decide that you don't really care. Any amount of pain is worth it if it ends with Matt taking care of you like this.
Matt slowly starts kissing along your jaw, down your neck. Your shirt stops him from going any further, but that doesn’t deter him. You tilt your head back with a sigh, simply enjoying the feeling of Matt kissing and biting your neck.
“That’s it,” Matt whispers, his lips brushing against your skin. “Relax. Let go. I’ll take care of you.”
You hum in response and bring one hand up to his head to drag your fingers through his hair. Matt’s hands are suddenly toying with the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up and pulling it over your head. His lips return to yours, taking his time before he slips his tongue against yours. His hands roam over your sides, your back, your arms, mapping your skin like he’s touching you for the first time, learning the best ways to worship you.
You want to feel more of his skin, want to feel him pressed against you. You roughly tug on Matt’s shirt, harsh where he was gentle, commanding him to undress while he takes great care not to move too fast. Matt complies, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. Then he rises up, placing one knee on the couch and a hand on your back, guiding you to lie down as he looms over you.
Matt’s touch is light. Even though he’s above you, he doesn’t lean forward to push you down, but instead is merely suggesting without words that he can give you better pleasure if you choose to follow his lead. You don’t argue, falling down onto the couch after briefly pressing your lips to Matt’s chin.
He props himself up on his elbows, pressing just enough of his weight onto you so that you can feel him there, but not too much that you can’t breathe. Matt continues pressing gentle kisses along the other side of your neck, along your collarbone, down the center of your chest. You close your eyes, basking in the love he’s showering you with.
Sex with Matt can vary. Sometimes it’s rough, fast. Other times it’s slow, gentle, the two of you sharing your love for one another, pouring everything in the movements, the caresses. This time is following the latter pattern.
Matt takes his time to explore your body, knowing that’s what you need. Even after all this time, it still baffles you how he can sense the minute tensing of your body and adjusting the pace, the rhythm, the pressure accordingly. You’re still a little unsure about having sex while you’re bleeding, still caught up in trying to relax. You know Matt can tell. It’s why he’s going so slow, not pushing you to do anything, prepared to stop the moment he can tell you’re not enjoying yourself.
He snakes his hands under your back and you lift yourself up as best you can to give him access to your bra clasp. Once undone, he slips the straps from your shoulders, down your arms, and tosses it to the floor next to your shirt. He softly presses his lips to your breasts, mindful of any tenderness you have. You run your hands along his back, loving the feel of his bare skin under your hands, as he swipes his tongue over one of your nipples. Your breath hitches and Matt hums. He continues lavishing it with attention before switching to the other and repeating the action. You’re not sure when you did it, but one of your hands was buried in Matt’s hair, dragging your nails along his scalp, sending a pleasant shiver up his spine.
Matt’s lips finally return to yours, your tongue meeting his. Your body is filled with heat, your core starting to pulse with need. You repeat Matt’s action from earlier as you kiss along his jaw, down his neck where you nip him with your teeth before lazily swiping your tongue over your playful bites to soothe the fairly nonexistent sting. Matt breathes heavily in your ear. His skin is warm to the touch, warmer than he normally is. For all the time he’s taking to make sure you’re aroused, it seems that Matt was ready to go from the start. Throughout all your ministrations, Matt’s been running a hand along your body all the while, stroking your side, swiping a thumb along the underside of your breast and across your nipple.
“Are you ready to go to the bedroom?” Matt asks and you admire the pink flush that’s spread across his face.
The nerves have started to ease out of you, well on your way to being properly aroused. “Yeah. Just let me go to the bathroom first to get cleaned up.”
Matt kisses you one more time before slowly rising off of you and the couch, with you following. Matt gathers both yours and his shirts and your bra and heads to the bedroom while you quickly run to the bathroom. When you come back out, after removing whatever might have impeded you and Matt from coming together properly along with the last of your clothes, you enter the bedroom to see that Matt has also undressed and layered a couple of towels on the bed for you.
“I…wasn’t sure how many we’d need. I don’t actually know how much you’re bleeding,” Matt admits sheepishly.
“Better safe than sorry,” you say with a smile, settling yourself on the towels. “Maybe we should invest in black sheets. Hide all the stains.”
“You want to do this more often?” Matt asks, crawling up the bed to meet you, interest evident in his voice.
“Maybe. But I meant I’m not the only one who bleeds, Mister Dresses-Up-As-The-Devil-For-Fun.” You point to an old stain on Matt’s side of the bed. “This one’s definitely yours.”
Matt doesn’t say anything, instead leaning forward and kissing the smile off of your face. You don’t complain. You lie back, resting on the pillows and Matt follows you down. He grabs your legs and rests your thighs on his hips, settling between them, though not yet pressing against you.
While Matt had eased your nerves while the two of you were on the couch, they’ve managed to crawl back now that you’re both naked on the bed with your legs spread open. It reminds you of the first time you and Matt had slept together. Your heart beating with a mix of lust and nervousness, having never been exposed to him in such a way before. Eager to be with him, yet still worried about how it will go.
“Still okay?” Matt asks. One of his hands is once again gently brushing one of your nipples while he trails his lips down your body, knowing he’s going to take the other in his mouth again. He’s not only doing it to pleasure you, but to try to ease you back into that state of freedom you had just found out in the living room.
“Yeah,” you reply, your voice breathy and light. Now that you're thinking about it, you notice that the cramps are gone. Either they stopped on their own or the pain killers kicked in. Far be it from you to stop what’s happening, though. Now that you’re here, you’re no longer interested in proving whether or not an orgasm will stop your uterus from tearing itself to shreds. You just want to orgasm.
You move your right hand between yours and Matt’s bodies, trailing it down Matt’s chest, lightly scratching his skin as you make your way down. Before you can take his cock in your hand, stroke it as is your aim, Matt grabs your wrist and takes your hand off his body and places it on the pillow, next to your head.
“Don’t worry about me today, okay?”
You can’t help but raise an eyebrow. You’ve known Matt to be rather generous in bed, but he’s never outright told you not to try to pleasure him in return. Sure, he may try to put off his own orgasm, whether for the pleasure of the denial or to ensure you’re taken care of first, but this is new for the two of you.
“Okay.” Matt gives you a small smile before kissing you again, his tongue meeting yours.
And then he finally grinds himself against you and you can’t help the whine that escapes you. He slowly thrusts his cock against you, hitting your clit just right.
“ Fuck .” The word practically falls out of your mouth as you throw your head back against the pillow and close your eyes, finally letting go, forgetting all your worries, and just basking in pleasure Matt is determined to give you.
You try to bring your hands up to hold on to Matt, but he yet again takes your hands off his body. He places both of your hands above your head where he then holds them down with one hand.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” Matt says. Though he can’t see you in return, you know Matt loves it when you look at him during sex, so you comply, opening your eyes to look into the flushed face of the man above you. “Who is this for?”
Your breath hitches before you quietly answer, “Me.”
“That’s right.” Matt thrusts against you again. “And what did I just say about worrying about me?”
“Not to.”
“Good girl.” The praise rumbles through Matt’s chest, his voice seductively low, and you can’t help the shiver that courses through you.
And then you feel the head of his cock pressing into you and you gasp. Matt pushes into you, the mixture of your arousal and blood allowing him to move more easily than before. He starts slow, as he usually does, stretching you. You quietly moan with every thrust and let out a pleased sigh when Matt is fully inside you, a sound he echoes.
He stops moving, holding himself inside you, enjoying the feeling of being so surrounded by you. He can taste your blood, your arousal in the air. Though he doesn’t quite understand why, he loves it. Knowing that he’s able to give you such pleasure during something that can make you feel so uncomfortable goes to his head a little. He can’t help it, really. Add to the fact that you’re doing this with him at all, an act he finds even more intimate than the sex he’s had with you before. Covering him in your blood, marking him as yours in a way no one else has claimed him, turns him into a man possessed, obsessed only with making sure you see stars with no thought to himself. Matt doesn't need the stars, though, not when he’s able to make you lose yourself to pleasure.
When he starts moving again, it’s a steady grind, barely moving out of you. With his hips at just the right angle and the right amount of force, his cock is brushing inside you so wonderfully that you’re finding it hard to breathe, your breaths coming out in small gasps and whines as he forces you higher. And even though he’s focusing on you, Matt doesn’t stop the grunts and groans he knows you love hearing from him.
He finally lets go of your hands when you start clawing at your pillow, knowing that now you’ll obey him and keep your hands to yourself. With his hands free, he returns one to your breast, gently kneading it and brushing his thumb across your nipple. The other hand wanders down your stomach, down to your clit and starts to rub it. You can’t control yourself anymore. Your eyes close, your moans get louder, mixing Matt’s.
You feel yourself clench around Matt and then his lips are on yours, tongue dominating yours as you swallow each other’s moans. When your orgasm hits you, you lose all your senses, unable to process anything but Matt still grinding into you, your legs clamped on his hips, holding him close to you in case he tries to move away. But he doesn’t stop, refusing to until you come down.
Slowly, the sounds around you return, Matt panting heavily in your ear, the sounds of his body moving within and against yours. You open your eyes, though you gaze up at the ceiling, vision unfocused. Only then does Matt finally stop his movements. His hands leave your breast, your clit, now wrapping around you to hold you tight. He places soft kisses along the part of your jaw and neck he can reach without moving his head. You’re safe now, you think, to finally wrap your arms around Matt. When you do, he voices no complaint.
“Fuck, Matt,” you say, the words more movement of air rather than proper vocalization.
“Feel better?” You can practically hear the shit-eating grin he has on his face.
You scoff. “I think you already know the answer to that question.” It’s then you realize that he’s still hard inside you. “You can keep going.”
Matt finally lifts his head and kisses the corner of your mouth. “It’s fine. I don’t need to.” You silently question the validity of that statement, but you don’t argue. After all, he did make a point earlier that this was about you.
Matt finally rises up onto his knees and pulls out of you. You can’t help but look down at his cock, still hard and covered in your blood. The sight does something to you, your heart skipping a beat. You wonder if Matt noticed, if he guessed why it happened.
This is, perhaps, something for the two of you to explore at a later time.
Now, though, you can feel everything both drying against you and remaining wet. While the two of you normally enjoy staying in bed and holding each other close after sex, your current state isn’t so great for that.
“Shower?” you suggest.
“Shower,” Matt repeats with a nod. He crawls off the bed, giving you a hand so you can sit up.
Once you’re standing you can’t help but look back at the towel you had been on, taking note of the decent sized stain. Your face flushes, the stigma surrounding periods causing an involuntary wave of embarrassment to wash over you.
“Don’t feel bad,” Matt says, always knowing what you’re feeling. You’re half convinced he can read minds along with everything else he can do. “That’s what it was there for. And it’s not like I didn’t know it was going to happen.”
“And it’s not like you’ll be able to see the stain after it’s washed anyway,” you say, your voice light as you shove the embarrassment away.
Matt smiles and the two of you make your way to the bathroom.
You can’t really say you’re a fan of the mess, but taking this time with Matt is nice, even though the shower is rather small, unsurprising for New York. The two of you step under the water together. Or rather, you both step into the stall and each of you has to take a turn under the water.
As you both wash the blood from your bodies, you can’t help but notice that Matt is still hard. He hasn’t said or even done anything else to make you think that he wants to continue. While it’s true that he didn’t want to continue in bed, that doesn’t mean he won’t be interested in you using your hands here.
It certainly can’t hurt to try.
The water pours over Matt as he stands under the fall of the water. You admire him for a moment before reaching up with one hand and resting it on his cheek. With his attention now on you, you tilt his head down and kiss him. Matt returns it, pressing himself against you, trapping his cock between your bodies.
You shift your hand from his cheek to the back of his head, holding him to you. You separate yours and Matt’s bodies just enough for you to reach your other hand between the two of you and take his cock in your hand. Matt stops kissing you, pressing his forehead to yours instead as you slowly stroke him.
“Come on, sweetheart, I thought you were a better listener than that,” Matt says, startling you into stopping and taking your hand off of him. Should you not have touched him?
“What?” is all you can think to say.
Matt stands up straight, his head tilted down toward you, a small smirk on his face that brushes away your worry that you’ve done something wrong.
But your heart does start to race. You know Matt is going to punish you for this, but is it really going to be a punishment?
Matt puts his hands on your shoulders, gently turning you around. You follow his silent instructions, even pressing yourself against the shower wall when he pushes you against it.
“It’s okay to be selfish,” Matt whispers in your ear, even as he presses his cock against your ass.
“You’ve yet to grasp that concept,” you say. “Why should I?”
Matt brushes his fingers against your clit without warning. You suck in a breath, pressing your forehead against the wall. The heat of the water and steam surrounding you is almost making it hard to breathe. Your body is almost too hot with Matt pressed against your back, slowly rubbing your clit.
“I’m sure you can make a very convincing argument, but that’s for another time.”
“High praise from such a good lawyer.” Matt huffs a laugh at your words.
Instead of saying anything else, Matt presses himself more firmly against your back, more an attempt to get you to be quiet rather than do anything to bring him closer to his own release. And even though the movement of his fingers is slow and soft, all thoughts leave you once again. You move your hips against Matt’s hand, trying to get more pressure, more speed, but he stops you with his free hand grabbing your hip and forcing you still.
You cut off the whine that had started to rise in you. “What did you say about me being selfish?”
“I think you’ll enjoy this more,” Matt says before pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
His fingers continue their slow movements. Even though he’s building you up toward another orgasm it’s almost relaxing. The warmth of the shower, the way Matt is pressed against you, holding you close and pressing his lips against your skin. Your breathing is heavy, the pleasure still coursing through you, but there’s no rush, no need to reach that peak as fast as possible. You turn your head, capturing Matt’s lips with your own.
When you orgasm, it isn’t big and crashing. It rolls over you like a gentle wave, softly guiding you along. You let out a low moan against Matt’s mouth before pulling away, resting your head against him even as your body wants to fall forward into the wall. The water is starting to turn cold. Or maybe that’s just you, the heat of your body altering the feel of the temperature of the water.
Once you recover, after rinsing the mixture of blood and arousal from your legs, you step out of the shower, quickly grabbing a towel and starting to dry yourself. But Matt doesn’t follow you.
“You coming?” you ask.
“I’ll be out in a minute. You don’t need to wait for me,” Matt says, his voice distorted by the sound of the water. He must be standing directly under the shower head.
You raise your eyebrows, wondering if he’s really doing what you think he’s doing, but you shrug, quickly cleaning up and exiting the bathroom so Matt can have at it.
You only just finish dressing when he walks into the bedroom, towel slung low over his hips. You smirk at him, opening your mouth to comment, but he quickly stops you.
“Not a word,” Matt says with a smile and a flush across his cheeks that you know isn’t from the heat of the shower.
“You could have at least let me watch,” you laugh. Matt swats playfully at your ass, without any real force yet you yelp all the same and try to jump away from him.
“Go lie down on the couch so I can hold you.”
“That cuddling better come with a side of dinner,” you say on your way out of the door.
“I’ll order your favorite.”
Later, while you and Matt are pressed against each other on the couch, after having takeout from your favorite restaurant, the image of Matt covered in your blood and arousal rises unbidden in your mind. You don’t know if you should tell him you enjoyed it. Meanwhile, Matt’s wondering something similar, hoping you’ll do this with him again, mark him and make him yours.