[ snow clings to his hair, his clothes, melting instantly on his skin; it makes milo look otherworldly in his own right, like some neon sprite with all his colors. he can't help but look up again after shoe initial licks, the gleam in his cat-like eyes giving way to something much more darker though it isn't entirely out of place on milo's face.
he isn't sure how much experience mat has had, not wanting to assume much about the holes in his memory. what he does know is that if this is the first one he's making here, he wants the first time to be meaningful and memorable. of course, he feels a swell of pride in his chest, in knowing that he is wanted, he has been chosen. mat has carved out so much space for himself in his life, in his thoughts, and while milo tries to manage the mundane everyday responsibilities along with it, he wouldn't have it any other way.
encouraged by the snow, the squeeze of his hand, the needy whimpers from the object of his affection, he parts his lips a little more so that he can take him in. not all the way, not yet, just enough for the tip to sit heavily on his tongue. his eyes remain closed as he sucks lightly, round cheeks hollowing around it.
it's a good feeling, a good taste on his tongue; he hadn't realized how much he had wanted it, far more concerned with getting to the bottom of this mystery they both have been solving. stress makes people do unusual things, though he would argue that sex as a release isn't all that strange; if anything, it's merely another step in this journey they're taking together.
after a beat or two, he lowers his head, throat adjusting easily to the intrusion. ]
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Date: 2019-05-05 03:38 pm (UTC)he isn't sure how much experience mat has had, not wanting to assume much about the holes in his memory. what he does know is that if this is the first one he's making here, he wants the first time to be meaningful and memorable. of course, he feels a swell of pride in his chest, in knowing that he is wanted, he has been chosen. mat has carved out so much space for himself in his life, in his thoughts, and while milo tries to manage the mundane everyday responsibilities along with it, he wouldn't have it any other way.
encouraged by the snow, the squeeze of his hand, the needy whimpers from the object of his affection, he parts his lips a little more so that he can take him in. not all the way, not yet, just enough for the tip to sit heavily on his tongue. his eyes remain closed as he sucks lightly, round cheeks hollowing around it.
it's a good feeling, a good taste on his tongue; he hadn't realized how much he had wanted it, far more concerned with getting to the bottom of this mystery they both have been solving. stress makes people do unusual things, though he would argue that sex as a release isn't all that strange; if anything, it's merely another step in this journey they're taking together.
after a beat or two, he lowers his head, throat adjusting easily to the intrusion. ]