( there's a sigh of relief when milo, with that teasing little grin of his, relents and lets the matter drop to save mat from his frazzled stammering. he doesn't have nearly the vocabulary to talk about any of this, certainly not without tripping over his words, pale skin blushing furiously beneath the light freckles that dot his nose, his cheeks.
still, he tries, urged on by that little shiver beneath his fingertips that gives mat some strange sense of pleasure and pride at knowing that he's the one that made it happen, and it's ... something that mat wants to experience again. )
I liked it so much, ( mat murmurs as those tender kisses are placed so carefully all over his face, lids fluttering closed contentedly, fingers dragging down milo's back from their place at his shoulder blades, tracing along his spine, dipping just barely to the top of his jeans before drifting upwards again. he's far too aware of the press of milo's hardness against his thigh, unable to repress the warmth that's spreading down his neck, his chest, as he blinks his eyes open again, hips squirming a little as they rise instinctively to meet milo's. )
Milo, what about ... what about you? ( and he swallows hard, tries not to avert his gaze like he'd very much like to. ) I want to — I want you — you should —
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Date: 2020-01-19 07:55 pm (UTC)still, he tries, urged on by that little shiver beneath his fingertips that gives mat some strange sense of pleasure and pride at knowing that he's the one that made it happen, and it's ... something that mat wants to experience again. )
I liked it so much, ( mat murmurs as those tender kisses are placed so carefully all over his face, lids fluttering closed contentedly, fingers dragging down milo's back from their place at his shoulder blades, tracing along his spine, dipping just barely to the top of his jeans before drifting upwards again. he's far too aware of the press of milo's hardness against his thigh, unable to repress the warmth that's spreading down his neck, his chest, as he blinks his eyes open again, hips squirming a little as they rise instinctively to meet milo's. )
Milo, what about ... what about you? ( and he swallows hard, tries not to avert his gaze like he'd very much like to. ) I want to — I want you — you should —