[ grasping mat with one hand, he gently grips his bare thigh, needing something hold onto himself as he sucks him off. tears linger on his lashes as he goes deeper, wanting mat to feel every little thing, the rumble of a groan in his throat, how far he's taking him in. they were scared out of their wits mere hours ago and the only thing milo wants for him is to momentarily forget about all of that, to focus on him and how much he wants to make him happy.
the tug of his hair leaves a delicious sting over his scalp and he savors the sounds of his name filling the room, mingling with all this snow that seems to make his room brighter when the sun hits the flakes.
opening his eyes wide, he watches mat as he comes, heat filling his mouth for a moment before he pulls off and swallows without hesitation, using the back of his hand to wipe the mix of cum and drool from his chin and around his lips as some attempt to tidy himself. but milo looks just as disheveled, overheated yet covered in snowflakes ]
Mat ....
[ his voice almost sounds hoarse and he gently slides his hand up under the other boy's shirt, the rest of his body following him up as he hovers over mathias on the bed. his grin is dazed, a little crooked, as he leans in to kiss his cheek. ]
You're beautiful, Mat. [ and he means it, reaching up to brush his dainty fingers through silvery strands of hair, pushing them away from his eyes so he can properly look at that enchanting blue. ] You okay?
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the tug of his hair leaves a delicious sting over his scalp and he savors the sounds of his name filling the room, mingling with all this snow that seems to make his room brighter when the sun hits the flakes.
opening his eyes wide, he watches mat as he comes, heat filling his mouth for a moment before he pulls off and swallows without hesitation, using the back of his hand to wipe the mix of cum and drool from his chin and around his lips as some attempt to tidy himself. but milo looks just as disheveled, overheated yet covered in snowflakes ]
Mat ....
[ his voice almost sounds hoarse and he gently slides his hand up under the other boy's shirt, the rest of his body following him up as he hovers over mathias on the bed. his grin is dazed, a little crooked, as he leans in to kiss his cheek. ]
You're beautiful, Mat. [ and he means it, reaching up to brush his dainty fingers through silvery strands of hair, pushing them away from his eyes so he can properly look at that enchanting blue. ] You okay?