[ he doesn't think he has ever felt or seen mathias so fragile, but he knows that isn't the case; today proves what has been niggling at the back of his mind since they first met. he is strong and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. that combination – the contradiction – is doubly attractive to him. he likes the snow, he wants the snow and not just because he's some west coast boy who thinks 50 degrees is freezing cold.
mat's eyes are always so enchanting ( he thinks that's the right word for it ), almost unnatural on his face, but then again, it's not every day you meet a boy with naturally silvery hair and the ability to make the world freeze over. he doesn't expect the desperation from him and that single please is like a jolt of electricity below his navel.
jesus.
he's sweating and cold, ardent but cautious, pink cheeks beneath the fall of bright blue hair. slowly he lowers himself to his knees, hands pressed firmly against mat's slender thighs to keep them secure around him. where to start? he wants – naked. but mat also wants. so milo thinks quickly, sorting through his scattered thoughts as he slides his hands up the other's legs to undo his pants. ]
You can tell me when to stop, [ he says carefully, hooking his fingers into the hem of those pants, wanting to pull them down his legs. ] I won't be mad at all.
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mat's eyes are always so enchanting ( he thinks that's the right word for it ), almost unnatural on his face, but then again, it's not every day you meet a boy with naturally silvery hair and the ability to make the world freeze over. he doesn't expect the desperation from him and that single please is like a jolt of electricity below his navel.
jesus.
he's sweating and cold, ardent but cautious, pink cheeks beneath the fall of bright blue hair. slowly he lowers himself to his knees, hands pressed firmly against mat's slender thighs to keep them secure around him. where to start? he wants – naked. but mat also wants. so milo thinks quickly, sorting through his scattered thoughts as he slides his hands up the other's legs to undo his pants. ]
You can tell me when to stop, [ he says carefully, hooking his fingers into the hem of those pants, wanting to pull them down his legs. ] I won't be mad at all.