[ he's never done anything like this before – not the sex part. milo has had a fair share of partners despite what his youthful appearance might let on. not even his dreams could have prepared him for the heady rush of emotions he feels as their eyes meet, as he pulls his pants down his skinny legs. milo has spent years parsing out who he is, what his powers are, what he can do with them now that he has a handle on it. his initial intent had always been to help, having received fair warning of what was to happen: a beautiful boy, snow, danger.
he's old enough to know that sex doesn't always equal love and that sex is often more than a problem than it is a solution. yet every fiber in his being wants to show mat that he's cared for, that he's protected, that milo himself will do just about anything to ensure that he always feels good. milo is the keeper of a magical, mysterious boy who looks at him like he's hung the moon just for him and – how could milo not want him to earnestly, so ardently?
his hands begin to slide up bare legs when. oh.. mathias has begun to pull his underwear down and he can't help the way his eyes drop to his lap as he exposes himself, unable to help that very shameless licking of his own lips. any other nervous questions he might have had die instantly on his tongue and he smiles crookedly and reassuringly, squeezing their joined hands. softly, he lifts them to kiss mat's knuckles before resting their joined hands on the bed, reluctant to let him go.
it's just the confidence boost he needs to rise up quickly, stealing one of many kisses today will bring as his left hand leaves mat's thigh to curl around his ready length, stroking him slowly and gently to at least prepare him before he thinks to use his mouth. he licks the other's bottom lip, a small hint of what's to follow.
murmuring against his mouth, milo exhales: ]
I – I wanna make you feel good.
[ pulling away, he lowers his head and licks the head in his grasp tentatively, once, twice, waiting for the reaction. ]
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he's old enough to know that sex doesn't always equal love and that sex is often more than a problem than it is a solution. yet every fiber in his being wants to show mat that he's cared for, that he's protected, that milo himself will do just about anything to ensure that he always feels good. milo is the keeper of a magical, mysterious boy who looks at him like he's hung the moon just for him and – how could milo not want him to earnestly, so ardently?
his hands begin to slide up bare legs when. oh.. mathias has begun to pull his underwear down and he can't help the way his eyes drop to his lap as he exposes himself, unable to help that very shameless licking of his own lips. any other nervous questions he might have had die instantly on his tongue and he smiles crookedly and reassuringly, squeezing their joined hands. softly, he lifts them to kiss mat's knuckles before resting their joined hands on the bed, reluctant to let him go.
it's just the confidence boost he needs to rise up quickly, stealing one of many kisses today will bring as his left hand leaves mat's thigh to curl around his ready length, stroking him slowly and gently to at least prepare him before he thinks to use his mouth. he licks the other's bottom lip, a small hint of what's to follow.
murmuring against his mouth, milo exhales: ]
I – I wanna make you feel good.
[ pulling away, he lowers his head and licks the head in his grasp tentatively, once, twice, waiting for the reaction. ]