( there's something that feels so off without milo pressed up against mat, even in those brief moments that it takes for milo to peel his clothes off, something that makes him feel a little squirmy against the blankets, so much of his skin laid bare still, the gentle feeling of the snowflakes melting against his skin in the absence of milo's warmth.
he bites the inside of his cheek once milo says okay, like it's the simplest thing in the world — like mat isn't stammering and stumbling over himself and his own desires, embers still burning low in his stomach when he should probably feel a little spent, but wanting to feel this physical connection with milo so badly it makes his chest ache. it's dizzying, this desire, so much that it makes his eyes flutter closed —
until milo's palm slips beneath mat's shirt and rucks it up higher on his chest, making him gasp softly, fingers curling into the blanket lack of anything else to cling to, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver through mat which feels kind of backwards but is definitely right. he arches up into that touch, sensitive but still wanting more, nodding his head emphatically a few times as he practically breathes out: ) Please, Milo. Please, ( like they're the only two words he knows how to say right now — which maybe they are, and that feels so right, too. )
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he bites the inside of his cheek once milo says okay, like it's the simplest thing in the world — like mat isn't stammering and stumbling over himself and his own desires, embers still burning low in his stomach when he should probably feel a little spent, but wanting to feel this physical connection with milo so badly it makes his chest ache. it's dizzying, this desire, so much that it makes his eyes flutter closed —
until milo's palm slips beneath mat's shirt and rucks it up higher on his chest, making him gasp softly, fingers curling into the blanket lack of anything else to cling to, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver through mat which feels kind of backwards but is definitely right. he arches up into that touch, sensitive but still wanting more, nodding his head emphatically a few times as he practically breathes out: ) Please, Milo. Please, ( like they're the only two words he knows how to say right now — which maybe they are, and that feels so right, too. )