( oh — now this is precisely what mat has wanted but didn't quite know how to ask for, head tipping the direction opposite milo so he can meet that deeper, more insistent kiss and — his heart practically leaps into his throat and his stomach turns completely upside down when he just barely catches milo's tongue with his own. it's not what mat expected but it's good, and mat is a smart boy, nothing if not a quick learner, especially when it comes to what makes him happy, what makes other people happy.
he meets milo's mouth with a newfound eagerness, lips sliding against the other boy's, more than happy to follow his lead as milo licks into his mouth again, and —
he gasps softly as that hand presses against his lower back, bodies flush against one another and — goodness, he's so warm, warmer than warm, and it's dizzying, leaves his lips parted. the answer to milo's question dances on the tip of his tongue, but it's quickly vanquished by the feeling of his back hitting the wall, a palm grazing up over his back so it can curl around the back of milo's neck, needing desperately to hold onto something.
overwhelmed doesn't even begin to cover it, but the way that milo smiles at him, heavily lidded eyes betraying a lot more than the typical earnest boyishness of that grin, is enough to make him weak in the knees, to make his cheeks flood with warmth despite the cold in the air, to make his hips flex instinctively against the other boy's. )
Milo, I want — ( oh. words feel impossible as his mouth hangs open uselessly. it's embarrassing, maybe, to be rendered so speechless over such a simple question, but the possibilities alone are enough to make his cheeks flush even further. mat's head angles towards milo's instinctively, gaze lowering before his eyes flutter closed, fingers curling even tighter into the fabric of his shirt at his lower back. ) You. I want you.
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he meets milo's mouth with a newfound eagerness, lips sliding against the other boy's, more than happy to follow his lead as milo licks into his mouth again, and —
he gasps softly as that hand presses against his lower back, bodies flush against one another and — goodness, he's so warm, warmer than warm, and it's dizzying, leaves his lips parted. the answer to milo's question dances on the tip of his tongue, but it's quickly vanquished by the feeling of his back hitting the wall, a palm grazing up over his back so it can curl around the back of milo's neck, needing desperately to hold onto something.
overwhelmed doesn't even begin to cover it, but the way that milo smiles at him, heavily lidded eyes betraying a lot more than the typical earnest boyishness of that grin, is enough to make him weak in the knees, to make his cheeks flood with warmth despite the cold in the air, to make his hips flex instinctively against the other boy's. )
Milo, I want — ( oh. words feel impossible as his mouth hangs open uselessly. it's embarrassing, maybe, to be rendered so speechless over such a simple question, but the possibilities alone are enough to make his cheeks flush even further. mat's head angles towards milo's instinctively, gaze lowering before his eyes flutter closed, fingers curling even tighter into the fabric of his shirt at his lower back. ) You. I want you.