( mathias is still coming down from it all, still a little breathless, still a lot overwhelmed, but who could blame him when he has someone as beautiful as milo above him, tugging his shirt off and leaving an expanse of skin that he wants desperately to touch and feel and — oh.
with his fingertips dragging against milo's shoulder blades, leg hooked around his waist, and mouth claimed by the other boy's with languid kisses, slow drags of tongues that make his lips part obediently, leave mat whimpering a little — or maybe that's just the question that milo asks, repeats again when he doesn't get a coherent answer. his cheeks grow warm all over again, as though he didn't just come down this boy's throat, as though he isn't squirming against the insistent press of milo's cock against the crease of his thigh. )
You're so — ( mat tries helplessly, pink and flushed and wanting nothing more than cover his face out of embarrassment. his fingertips drag uselessly down milo's back as he feels the trail of milo's hand up his side, mouth pressing another kiss against milo's grin, trying to diffuse that lopsided smile that disarms him so, trying to give him a moment to figure out how he could possibly describe everything that milo is in this moment ...
it doesn't work very well. ) I-I don't know how to say it!
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with his fingertips dragging against milo's shoulder blades, leg hooked around his waist, and mouth claimed by the other boy's with languid kisses, slow drags of tongues that make his lips part obediently, leave mat whimpering a little — or maybe that's just the question that milo asks, repeats again when he doesn't get a coherent answer. his cheeks grow warm all over again, as though he didn't just come down this boy's throat, as though he isn't squirming against the insistent press of milo's cock against the crease of his thigh. )
You're so — ( mat tries helplessly, pink and flushed and wanting nothing more than cover his face out of embarrassment. his fingertips drag uselessly down milo's back as he feels the trail of milo's hand up his side, mouth pressing another kiss against milo's grin, trying to diffuse that lopsided smile that disarms him so, trying to give him a moment to figure out how he could possibly describe everything that milo is in this moment ...
it doesn't work very well. ) I-I don't know how to say it!