( milo takes such care with him, with each bob of his head slow as he takes him, with each languid pull of his lips around his cock when he draws back up again, tongue lavishing against the underside of the head, and mat feels everything so intensely, like nothing he's ever experienced before, overwhelming every sense in every sense. he realizes that he's squirming a little, hips lifting just so to chase the movements of those beautiful lips —
warm feels like an understatement, even as snowflakes dot his skin and melt away; mathias is flushed, heat radiating off of his skin as he succumbs to these newfound desires, panting softly and fingers squeezing milo's when a particularly strong wave of pleasure rolls through him, making him moan loudly, lewdly, in a way that otherwise might make his typically reserved self perish at the mere thought.
he's given a brief respite as his leg is guided up and over milo's shoulder letting out a long exhale that turns shuddery as those full lips drift over to the inside of his thigh, pressing the same kind of languid kiss that they'd shared, now against his skin, tongue darting out to taste him, and oh. there's milo's fingers again, stroking him nice and steadily, keeping him ready, the head of his cock pink and swollen and leaking prettily.
mat swallows hard and lifts his head, looking more than a little blissed out, but still keen to look at milo, with his bright eyes and his rosy cheeks and his hand still moving rhythmically and. and. gods. the question leaves his head practically spinning, and mat's lips part as though to speak once, twice, maybe even three times before he manages: ) I — I. Yes, I — want you to.
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Date: 2019-07-06 09:39 pm (UTC)warm feels like an understatement, even as snowflakes dot his skin and melt away; mathias is flushed, heat radiating off of his skin as he succumbs to these newfound desires, panting softly and fingers squeezing milo's when a particularly strong wave of pleasure rolls through him, making him moan loudly, lewdly, in a way that otherwise might make his typically reserved self perish at the mere thought.
he's given a brief respite as his leg is guided up and over milo's shoulder letting out a long exhale that turns shuddery as those full lips drift over to the inside of his thigh, pressing the same kind of languid kiss that they'd shared, now against his skin, tongue darting out to taste him, and oh. there's milo's fingers again, stroking him nice and steadily, keeping him ready, the head of his cock pink and swollen and leaking prettily.
mat swallows hard and lifts his head, looking more than a little blissed out, but still keen to look at milo, with his bright eyes and his rosy cheeks and his hand still moving rhythmically and. and. gods. the question leaves his head practically spinning, and mat's lips part as though to speak once, twice, maybe even three times before he manages: ) I — I. Yes, I — want you to.