( mathias is nothing if not unsubtle with each and every reaction that passes through him, chin tipped upwards and lashes grazing against his cheeks, practically white knuckled as he squeezes milo's hand, squeezes the sheets bunched up in his fist, as milo takes him into the hot cave of his mouth. there's another groan at the building pressure as those lips wrap around him so expertly, as milo's tongue lingers at the bottom of his cock, salivating around him ...
gods, this is unlike anything that mat has ever experienced before, a rapidly tightening knot coiling in his stomach, and his mind is already racing as he thinks about making milo feel this good in return, this boy who deserves the world and then some, who will get it if this boy has anything to say about it —
and then mat's brain effectively ceases operations as milo takes him deeper into his mouth, and he can feel the head of his cock bumping against the back of his throat as he bottoms out, inhaling sharply as his hand reaches out to curl into mussed turquoise locks, desperate for as much contact with milo as he can manage. he can feel a sensation building in his gut and it practically leaves him trembling, laying back against the sheets with silvery blonde hair falling in his eyes, lips seeming to be eternally parted. )
Gods, Milo — ( he practically whimpers, head lifting fruitlessly because he wants to watch milo, but with even the slightest, reflexive movement of milo's tongue against him, he's overwhelmed, head falling back against the mattress. a gust of wind bursts through the room, ruffling milo's hair even with mat's fingers curled into it, carrying with it snowflakes that land on mat's cheeks, stick to his lashes, coating the furniture, coating the blankets, starting to accumulate. )
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Date: 2019-05-26 06:09 pm (UTC)gods, this is unlike anything that mat has ever experienced before, a rapidly tightening knot coiling in his stomach, and his mind is already racing as he thinks about making milo feel this good in return, this boy who deserves the world and then some, who will get it if this boy has anything to say about it —
and then mat's brain effectively ceases operations as milo takes him deeper into his mouth, and he can feel the head of his cock bumping against the back of his throat as he bottoms out, inhaling sharply as his hand reaches out to curl into mussed turquoise locks, desperate for as much contact with milo as he can manage. he can feel a sensation building in his gut and it practically leaves him trembling, laying back against the sheets with silvery blonde hair falling in his eyes, lips seeming to be eternally parted. )
Gods, Milo — ( he practically whimpers, head lifting fruitlessly because he wants to watch milo, but with even the slightest, reflexive movement of milo's tongue against him, he's overwhelmed, head falling back against the mattress. a gust of wind bursts through the room, ruffling milo's hair even with mat's fingers curled into it, carrying with it snowflakes that land on mat's cheeks, stick to his lashes, coating the furniture, coating the blankets, starting to accumulate. )