( mat makes a whimpering little sound around milo's cock at the praise, because he — he loves this, too, loves each little breathy giggle that leave milo's pretty lips that fade into low groans as his hips wriggle a little as he finds the self-restraint to keep himself still for mat's sake. he loves the desperate way that milo's fingers card through his hair, loves the even more desperate way that his hand searches for mat's against the sheets until he can thread his slender fingers with milo's and give his hand a small squeeze as he sinks the wet heat of his mouth over milo's length again.
gods, he loves milo.
it's with a shuddery exhale as he pulls off of him that mat's blue eyes flicker up to look at milo's face, panting softly as he insists, ) Have to make you come — it'll. It'll make you feel better, Milo. ( and then he's back at it, silvery hair falling in his eyes as he dips back down to tongue at milo's slit, tease over the head of his cock before wrapping his lips around him again, bobbing his head up and down a little faster, noticing the stiffness starting in his jaw but persisting despite that and loving every moment. )
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gods, he loves milo.
it's with a shuddery exhale as he pulls off of him that mat's blue eyes flicker up to look at milo's face, panting softly as he insists, ) Have to make you come — it'll. It'll make you feel better, Milo. ( and then he's back at it, silvery hair falling in his eyes as he dips back down to tongue at milo's slit, tease over the head of his cock before wrapping his lips around him again, bobbing his head up and down a little faster, noticing the stiffness starting in his jaw but persisting despite that and loving every moment. )