( mat ... enjoys this far more than he'd ever willingly verbalize for fear of his cheeks burning red and the entire city of san francisco freezing over into some sort of magical, icy kingdom. milo is, undoubtedly, far too — sexy for his own good, with the way his lips part as he keeps his eyes pressed closed, with the way that his brow furrows in concentration as milo attempts to rein himself in and relax despite the way his hips stutter a little, flexing just a little bit to nestle his cock the slightest bit deeper into mat's mouth.
gods. he's going to end up hard and aching soon, too.
this isn't about him right now, though — it's about making his poor, suffering, (sexy) boyfriend feel better. it's with a low little hum that mat hollows his cheeks, lips wrapped tightly around him as he bobs his head up and down, saliva pooling around milo's cock with each drag of his tongue. it's with a little spark of bravery that mat inhales slowly through his nose and lets himself take a little bit more than he's allowed himself to previously, not quite all the way to his base just yet but encroaching on territory usually inhabited by his long, delicate fingers that chase his lips on each upstroke. he can feel the weight of milo on his tongue as he stays like that for a moment, heat pooling in his gut the more he thinks about it, and —
gods, he's definitely getting hard now, tenting the front of his tiny briefs that stay obscured beneath the hem of his long, silky sleep shirt. perhaps he'll need to provide milo with even more relief than originally intended after all. )
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Date: 2020-08-29 08:01 pm (UTC)gods. he's going to end up hard and aching soon, too.
this isn't about him right now, though — it's about making his poor, suffering, (sexy) boyfriend feel better. it's with a low little hum that mat hollows his cheeks, lips wrapped tightly around him as he bobs his head up and down, saliva pooling around milo's cock with each drag of his tongue. it's with a little spark of bravery that mat inhales slowly through his nose and lets himself take a little bit more than he's allowed himself to previously, not quite all the way to his base just yet but encroaching on territory usually inhabited by his long, delicate fingers that chase his lips on each upstroke. he can feel the weight of milo on his tongue as he stays like that for a moment, heat pooling in his gut the more he thinks about it, and —
gods, he's definitely getting hard now, tenting the front of his tiny briefs that stay obscured beneath the hem of his long, silky sleep shirt. perhaps he'll need to provide milo with even more relief than originally intended after all. )