( mat wants to have sex with milo, and — and milo wants to have sex with mat, too, and it's. A Lot. he can't believe the words left his mouth, but he's certain that even someone possessing an immense amount of willpower would cave when presented with his situation — with milo between his thighs, hips nudging insistently against one another.
the thought makes his pulse race, giving milo tiny, enthusiastic, wide-eyed nods as he agrees to "give him a sec". his tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his lips as milo rolls off of him temporarily, blue eyes blinking up at the ceiling as he tries to wrap his mind around everything that's transpired today, and —
oh.
mat glances down, his curiosity getting the better of him, and the moment he lays eyes on the way milo's jeans sit pushed down his thighs, the way his underwear stretches from how hard milo is — his mouth goes bone dry and he swallows fruitlessly, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. as if he didn't feel overheated already, there's a warmth that floods through him despite the way that snow starts flitting through the air again, picking up speed, the question making it drift through the room faster, heavier. )
I - I ... ( mat's desperately overwhelmed, wants so much so badly, barely knowing how to articulate any of it. ) You, please. I-inside ... inside me.
( both options sound far too appealing, more than mathias can even comprehend at the moment. this feels like something of a new beginning, though, and his heart beats so strongly for milo right now; he's certain that this is where he's meant to be. )
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Date: 2020-03-09 01:18 am (UTC)the thought makes his pulse race, giving milo tiny, enthusiastic, wide-eyed nods as he agrees to "give him a sec". his tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his lips as milo rolls off of him temporarily, blue eyes blinking up at the ceiling as he tries to wrap his mind around everything that's transpired today, and —
oh.
mat glances down, his curiosity getting the better of him, and the moment he lays eyes on the way milo's jeans sit pushed down his thighs, the way his underwear stretches from how hard milo is — his mouth goes bone dry and he swallows fruitlessly, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. as if he didn't feel overheated already, there's a warmth that floods through him despite the way that snow starts flitting through the air again, picking up speed, the question making it drift through the room faster, heavier. )
I - I ... ( mat's desperately overwhelmed, wants so much so badly, barely knowing how to articulate any of it. ) You, please. I-inside ... inside me.
( both options sound far too appealing, more than mathias can even comprehend at the moment. this feels like something of a new beginning, though, and his heart beats so strongly for milo right now; he's certain that this is where he's meant to be. )