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i really can't imagine anything now without you, mat.
[ oh no. his heart. ]
but don't let me hold you back from anything calling you.
i care about you too much to do that to you.
but don't let me hold you back from anything calling you.
i care about you too much to do that to you.
i hope it can be that way. you mean to much for me for us to end things.
sorry to bring the mood down!
i just worry.
a lot
sorry to bring the mood down!
i just worry.
a lot
[ with the tiniest smile, he releases mat's hand to ruck his shirt up, making room for his own kisses as he leans further over his body, kissing around his hip bone, trailing closer to his belly button. it seems like there isn't an inch of skin he hasn't seen at this point, but he wants more. ]
Good. You β you don't need to warn me, okay? But it's also okay if you do.
[ his laughter is muffled against all that fair skin, his forehead pressed against mat's abdomen. he's essentially given him permission to come down his throat without saying it in so many dirty words so as not to completely startle him.
though, he is giving this boy head as they speak so perhaps all sense of priority should be thrown out the window.
there's heat behind his eyes but also a world of adoration because he can't believe he has this beautiful boy spread out before him, that he's the one who gets to hear those noises, the way his name falls from those pouting lips. milo lowers his head to take him in again, enjoying the weight on his tongue, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks and pulls himself up. with lowered lashes, he's determined to finish this, to see him unravel. ]
Good. You β you don't need to warn me, okay? But it's also okay if you do.
[ his laughter is muffled against all that fair skin, his forehead pressed against mat's abdomen. he's essentially given him permission to come down his throat without saying it in so many dirty words so as not to completely startle him.
though, he is giving this boy head as they speak so perhaps all sense of priority should be thrown out the window.
there's heat behind his eyes but also a world of adoration because he can't believe he has this beautiful boy spread out before him, that he's the one who gets to hear those noises, the way his name falls from those pouting lips. milo lowers his head to take him in again, enjoying the weight on his tongue, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks and pulls himself up. with lowered lashes, he's determined to finish this, to see him unravel. ]
( mat ought to feel self-conscious as milo pushes his shirt up over his belly, exposing more of his delicate, pale skin to him, but it's truly hard to mind such a thing when the feeling of those long, languid kisses against his abdomen washes over him, when he's unable to keep from squirming a little beneath that lovely, warm mouth. it's distracting β and then some, truly β to the point where mat's answer to milo's question is a beat and a half delayed, a soft, breathed: )
Okay, Milo.
( even if mat is barely cognizant of what he's saying okay to, just that those soft puffs of laughter against his skin tickle and that milo's forehead pressed against his stomach feels so warm, just like the warmth behind his gaze as milo looks up at him, so strong that mat thinks he might just melt here and now.
he's spent so much time in the past few weeks being unsure of himself, missing so many things and afraid of what those things may be β but mat can't think of any of that now, can only lose himself in the feeling of milo's tongue against him, the drag of his lips as he lowers his head, the way he salivates around him, bobbing his head up and down, the feeling coiled deep in his belly tightening and burning white hot until he can't take it anymore, coming undone, with a final, frantic gasp of milo's name, fingers grasping at curly strands of dark hair, seeing nothing but white, white, white and he's not sure if it's from the snow zigzagging through the room or from the overwhelming sensation washing over him but it doesn't matter because he feels like he's floating now, too caught up in milo ...
when it's all said and done, mat flops back against the sheets, panting softly, vaguely trying to regain himself but content to ride this high he's certain he'd like to ride forever. )
Okay, Milo.
( even if mat is barely cognizant of what he's saying okay to, just that those soft puffs of laughter against his skin tickle and that milo's forehead pressed against his stomach feels so warm, just like the warmth behind his gaze as milo looks up at him, so strong that mat thinks he might just melt here and now.
he's spent so much time in the past few weeks being unsure of himself, missing so many things and afraid of what those things may be β but mat can't think of any of that now, can only lose himself in the feeling of milo's tongue against him, the drag of his lips as he lowers his head, the way he salivates around him, bobbing his head up and down, the feeling coiled deep in his belly tightening and burning white hot until he can't take it anymore, coming undone, with a final, frantic gasp of milo's name, fingers grasping at curly strands of dark hair, seeing nothing but white, white, white and he's not sure if it's from the snow zigzagging through the room or from the overwhelming sensation washing over him but it doesn't matter because he feels like he's floating now, too caught up in milo ...
when it's all said and done, mat flops back against the sheets, panting softly, vaguely trying to regain himself but content to ride this high he's certain he'd like to ride forever. )
[ grasping mat with one hand, he gently grips his bare thigh, needing something hold onto himself as he sucks him off. tears linger on his lashes as he goes deeper, wanting mat to feel every little thing, the rumble of a groan in his throat, how far he's taking him in. they were scared out of their wits mere hours ago and the only thing milo wants for him is to momentarily forget about all of that, to focus on him and how much he wants to make him happy.
the tug of his hair leaves a delicious sting over his scalp and he savors the sounds of his name filling the room, mingling with all this snow that seems to make his room brighter when the sun hits the flakes.
opening his eyes wide, he watches mat as he comes, heat filling his mouth for a moment before he pulls off and swallows without hesitation, using the back of his hand to wipe the mix of cum and drool from his chin and around his lips as some attempt to tidy himself. but milo looks just as disheveled, overheated yet covered in snowflakes ]
Mat ....
[ his voice almost sounds hoarse and he gently slides his hand up under the other boy's shirt, the rest of his body following him up as he hovers over mathias on the bed. his grin is dazed, a little crooked, as he leans in to kiss his cheek. ]
You're beautiful, Mat. [ and he means it, reaching up to brush his dainty fingers through silvery strands of hair, pushing them away from his eyes so he can properly look at that enchanting blue. ] You okay?
the tug of his hair leaves a delicious sting over his scalp and he savors the sounds of his name filling the room, mingling with all this snow that seems to make his room brighter when the sun hits the flakes.
opening his eyes wide, he watches mat as he comes, heat filling his mouth for a moment before he pulls off and swallows without hesitation, using the back of his hand to wipe the mix of cum and drool from his chin and around his lips as some attempt to tidy himself. but milo looks just as disheveled, overheated yet covered in snowflakes ]
Mat ....
[ his voice almost sounds hoarse and he gently slides his hand up under the other boy's shirt, the rest of his body following him up as he hovers over mathias on the bed. his grin is dazed, a little crooked, as he leans in to kiss his cheek. ]
You're beautiful, Mat. [ and he means it, reaching up to brush his dainty fingers through silvery strands of hair, pushing them away from his eyes so he can properly look at that enchanting blue. ] You okay?
( there's ringing in his ears as mathias lays back, lashes fluttered closed, shirt rucked up high on his chest as it rises and falls with each inhale and exhale, one shaky, sudden breath escaping him, fingertips brushing idly over the comforter. though surrounded by flakes of snow that outline their bodies, mat can only feel warm, so amazingly warm β
and then there's milo, this boy who is warmth personified, who touches him so tenderly as he settles above him, and the sound of his name, breathed so softly, makes mathias blink his eyes open slowly, blue eyes bright and practically awestruck as he looks up at the boy before him. it threatens to overwhelm him, the feeling that bubbles in his chest and tightens in his throat as he takes in that crooked smile, relishes in the tender press of lips against his cheek, the slow drag of fingers against his scalp to brush his hair from his eyes, cheeks flushed. )
I'm okay, ( mathias can finally reply, meeting milo's gaze. with another shaky inhale as he settles, his arms wind around the other boy, palms against his shoulder blades. there's wonderment, nearly disbelief in his voice as he breathes out: ) Oh, my gods, Milo ...
( and it all hits him hard and suddenly, the rush of emotions that have flooded over him in the past few hours, and β a short, giddy little laugh leaves him, his arms tightening around milo and a leg hooking over his waist, cutting himself off with a kiss stolen against his lips. again and again, he kisses him, punctuated with quiet, reverent utterances of his name, ) Milo β Milo β you're so β Gods β
and then there's milo, this boy who is warmth personified, who touches him so tenderly as he settles above him, and the sound of his name, breathed so softly, makes mathias blink his eyes open slowly, blue eyes bright and practically awestruck as he looks up at the boy before him. it threatens to overwhelm him, the feeling that bubbles in his chest and tightens in his throat as he takes in that crooked smile, relishes in the tender press of lips against his cheek, the slow drag of fingers against his scalp to brush his hair from his eyes, cheeks flushed. )
I'm okay, ( mathias can finally reply, meeting milo's gaze. with another shaky inhale as he settles, his arms wind around the other boy, palms against his shoulder blades. there's wonderment, nearly disbelief in his voice as he breathes out: ) Oh, my gods, Milo ...
( and it all hits him hard and suddenly, the rush of emotions that have flooded over him in the past few hours, and β a short, giddy little laugh leaves him, his arms tightening around milo and a leg hooking over his waist, cutting himself off with a kiss stolen against his lips. again and again, he kisses him, punctuated with quiet, reverent utterances of his name, ) Milo β Milo β you're so β Gods β
[ there is no prettier sight than this, the way mat looks all blissed out, completely undone, the snow falling around them. he shivers but he isn't all that cold and even begins tugging his own half-buttoned shirt up and over his head so they're both in various states of undress.
with a soft laugh, he settles over him, lets mathias pull him even closer with all his limbs. the two of them keep touching each other, giddy with warmth and affection. milo is hard in his jeans and it doesn't help having the pressure of the heavy fabric on him, the outline pressing insistingly against mat's thigh. but it isn't about him. it's not about him because he initiated this to get this boy out of his own head. so much has happened in less than ten hours, after all, and all he wants to do is spend the rest of their waking hours making sure he feels good. ]
I'm so what?
[ milo giggles and returns each kiss eagerly, only pausing to slow mat down with the curl of his tongue against his lips, gently nudging the other's mouth open so he can kiss him slowly, almost seductively. ] I'm so what, Mat?
[ he's breathless too, round cheeks all pink as he gently grazes his hand over the other's bare side. it's all a tease and he doesn't expect a response right away, though he is curious about what else he wants to do today. ]
with a soft laugh, he settles over him, lets mathias pull him even closer with all his limbs. the two of them keep touching each other, giddy with warmth and affection. milo is hard in his jeans and it doesn't help having the pressure of the heavy fabric on him, the outline pressing insistingly against mat's thigh. but it isn't about him. it's not about him because he initiated this to get this boy out of his own head. so much has happened in less than ten hours, after all, and all he wants to do is spend the rest of their waking hours making sure he feels good. ]
I'm so what?
[ milo giggles and returns each kiss eagerly, only pausing to slow mat down with the curl of his tongue against his lips, gently nudging the other's mouth open so he can kiss him slowly, almost seductively. ] I'm so what, Mat?
[ he's breathless too, round cheeks all pink as he gently grazes his hand over the other's bare side. it's all a tease and he doesn't expect a response right away, though he is curious about what else he wants to do today. ]
mat!
meet me after work. i need to make some food for my work holiday party.
meet me after work. i need to make some food for my work holiday party.
spiced chocolate chip cookies!
i also need you to taste test.
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i also need you to taste test.
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we are also somehow already out of sweets at home too...
any dinner requests also?
any dinner requests also?
stir fry noodles? i liked that recipe i made up when i didn't have a lot of ingredients.
is there anything else you've been dreaming of?
( mathias is still coming down from it all, still a little breathless, still a lot overwhelmed, but who could blame him when he has someone as beautiful as milo above him, tugging his shirt off and leaving an expanse of skin that he wants desperately to touch and feel and β oh.
with his fingertips dragging against milo's shoulder blades, leg hooked around his waist, and mouth claimed by the other boy's with languid kisses, slow drags of tongues that make his lips part obediently, leave mat whimpering a little β or maybe that's just the question that milo asks, repeats again when he doesn't get a coherent answer. his cheeks grow warm all over again, as though he didn't just come down this boy's throat, as though he isn't squirming against the insistent press of milo's cock against the crease of his thigh. )
You're so β ( mat tries helplessly, pink and flushed and wanting nothing more than cover his face out of embarrassment. his fingertips drag uselessly down milo's back as he feels the trail of milo's hand up his side, mouth pressing another kiss against milo's grin, trying to diffuse that lopsided smile that disarms him so, trying to give him a moment to figure out how he could possibly describe everything that milo is in this moment ...
it doesn't work very well. ) I-I don't know how to say it!
with his fingertips dragging against milo's shoulder blades, leg hooked around his waist, and mouth claimed by the other boy's with languid kisses, slow drags of tongues that make his lips part obediently, leave mat whimpering a little β or maybe that's just the question that milo asks, repeats again when he doesn't get a coherent answer. his cheeks grow warm all over again, as though he didn't just come down this boy's throat, as though he isn't squirming against the insistent press of milo's cock against the crease of his thigh. )
You're so β ( mat tries helplessly, pink and flushed and wanting nothing more than cover his face out of embarrassment. his fingertips drag uselessly down milo's back as he feels the trail of milo's hand up his side, mouth pressing another kiss against milo's grin, trying to diffuse that lopsided smile that disarms him so, trying to give him a moment to figure out how he could possibly describe everything that milo is in this moment ...
it doesn't work very well. ) I-I don't know how to say it!
[ he teases, but he doesn't need words, not with the way mat kisses him and pulls him closer and makes delicious little noises against his mouth. they don't need to go further than this is that isn't what mat wants. milo can take care of himself after leaving the other boy happy, sated, nestled among the sheets. it's comfortable here. ]
That's okay. I think I know what you mean now.
[ mat's hands are colder in comparison and he cannot help the shiver that travels down his spine, the more the other's hands explore each dip in his back and curve of his body.. ]
I'm glad you liked it, [ milo whispers, kissing the tip of his nose. then the apples of his cheeks, then the middle of his forehead. they're sweet, tender things, meant to help mat settle once more. ]
That's okay. I think I know what you mean now.
[ mat's hands are colder in comparison and he cannot help the shiver that travels down his spine, the more the other's hands explore each dip in his back and curve of his body.. ]
I'm glad you liked it, [ milo whispers, kissing the tip of his nose. then the apples of his cheeks, then the middle of his forehead. they're sweet, tender things, meant to help mat settle once more. ]
Edited 2020-01-12 23:41 (UTC)
( there's a sigh of relief when milo, with that teasing little grin of his, relents and lets the matter drop to save mat from his frazzled stammering. he doesn't have nearly the vocabulary to talk about any of this, certainly not without tripping over his words, pale skin blushing furiously beneath the light freckles that dot his nose, his cheeks.
still, he tries, urged on by that little shiver beneath his fingertips that gives mat some strange sense of pleasure and pride at knowing that he's the one that made it happen, and it's ... something that mat wants to experience again. )
I liked it so much, ( mat murmurs as those tender kisses are placed so carefully all over his face, lids fluttering closed contentedly, fingers dragging down milo's back from their place at his shoulder blades, tracing along his spine, dipping just barely to the top of his jeans before drifting upwards again. he's far too aware of the press of milo's hardness against his thigh, unable to repress the warmth that's spreading down his neck, his chest, as he blinks his eyes open again, hips squirming a little as they rise instinctively to meet milo's. )
Milo, what about ... what about you? ( and he swallows hard, tries not to avert his gaze like he'd very much like to. ) I want to β I want you β you should β
still, he tries, urged on by that little shiver beneath his fingertips that gives mat some strange sense of pleasure and pride at knowing that he's the one that made it happen, and it's ... something that mat wants to experience again. )
I liked it so much, ( mat murmurs as those tender kisses are placed so carefully all over his face, lids fluttering closed contentedly, fingers dragging down milo's back from their place at his shoulder blades, tracing along his spine, dipping just barely to the top of his jeans before drifting upwards again. he's far too aware of the press of milo's hardness against his thigh, unable to repress the warmth that's spreading down his neck, his chest, as he blinks his eyes open again, hips squirming a little as they rise instinctively to meet milo's. )
Milo, what about ... what about you? ( and he swallows hard, tries not to avert his gaze like he'd very much like to. ) I want to β I want you β you should β
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