[ it's like neither of them can stop repeating the other's name; milo wants to keep mathias in his head, on his mind. his days have been filled with this beautiful frost boy and he suddenly cannot imagine the rest of his days without him. and that's a lot. for once in his life, he isn't fidgeting, he isn't second-guessing. he's following his instincts and, more importantly, his heart.
his natural warmth balances the chill that mat has brought into this space and he revels in being the reason that blush is so deep on this boy's cheeks. they both have faces that look far too innocent for the thoughts that are surely running through both their heads, but that makes it all the more fun, milo thinks as his lips hover over the other's without kissing him yet. he is waiting on a response after all.
and once he gets it –
oh.
it's a simple thing but it strikes him like a bolt of lightning. there's such desperation behind mat's eyes, uncertainty over what to do with himself now that he's tapped into a few new ( or at least once-concealed ) parts of him. it would be uncouth to take advantage of his vulnerability and that is the last thing milo wants, having kissed him first to try to center him. his own blush deepens and he nods slowly. ]
I wasn't – I didn't want to – but. [ a soft titter follows his stammering. ] I want you too.
[ loath to release him, he'll risk stumbling in the process as he gently guides mat towards his bed, hands on slender hips. his eyes never leave those bright blue ones and he gives his hip a squeeze as their legs meet the foot of his bed. ]
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Date: 2019-03-29 04:22 am (UTC)his natural warmth balances the chill that mat has brought into this space and he revels in being the reason that blush is so deep on this boy's cheeks. they both have faces that look far too innocent for the thoughts that are surely running through both their heads, but that makes it all the more fun, milo thinks as his lips hover over the other's without kissing him yet. he is waiting on a response after all.
and once he gets it –
oh.
it's a simple thing but it strikes him like a bolt of lightning. there's such desperation behind mat's eyes, uncertainty over what to do with himself now that he's tapped into a few new ( or at least once-concealed ) parts of him. it would be uncouth to take advantage of his vulnerability and that is the last thing milo wants, having kissed him first to try to center him. his own blush deepens and he nods slowly. ]
I wasn't – I didn't want to – but. [ a soft titter follows his stammering. ] I want you too.
[ loath to release him, he'll risk stumbling in the process as he gently guides mat towards his bed, hands on slender hips. his eyes never leave those bright blue ones and he gives his hip a squeeze as their legs meet the foot of his bed. ]
Sit down? Please?