[ he swallows around the sudden dryness in his throat. is he ...? does he really want ...?
milo will have to check to make sure but first. first he needs to kiss this boy without any restraint, without playing it safe. so he does, his gaze flicking down to that pouting mouth before he presses his own lips against it, gently nudging those lips apart with a prying tongue. he inhales, encouraging him to part his lips, mimic the way he tilts his own head so that they can kiss a little deeper, with more warmth and more obvious desire bubbling beneath the surface.
one hand presses against the small of mathias's back, pressing their bodies flush together. he follows the other boy's lead in these motions, not wanting to go overboard, not wanting him to regret wanting whatever this is. ]
You – you want more?
[ but before he can even get an answer, milo is already gingerly, slowly backing the other boy towards the nearest surface, not the couch – ah. after some stumbling, he can press him against the wall near his bedroom. they stand eye to eye, chest to chest, and he pulls away briefly to flash that lopsided smile, though his eyes have darkened with desire. ] Tell me what you want, Mat.
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milo will have to check to make sure but first. first he needs to kiss this boy without any restraint, without playing it safe. so he does, his gaze flicking down to that pouting mouth before he presses his own lips against it, gently nudging those lips apart with a prying tongue. he inhales, encouraging him to part his lips, mimic the way he tilts his own head so that they can kiss a little deeper, with more warmth and more obvious desire bubbling beneath the surface.
one hand presses against the small of mathias's back, pressing their bodies flush together. he follows the other boy's lead in these motions, not wanting to go overboard, not wanting him to regret wanting whatever this is. ]
You – you want more?
[ but before he can even get an answer, milo is already gingerly, slowly backing the other boy towards the nearest surface, not the couch – ah. after some stumbling, he can press him against the wall near his bedroom. they stand eye to eye, chest to chest, and he pulls away briefly to flash that lopsided smile, though his eyes have darkened with desire. ] Tell me what you want, Mat.