[ he's lost track of time now, no longer counting the days, worrying about someone stealing mat from his side. there is so much left unknown, so much about his boyfriend's background left to be uncovered. but dreams of sorrow have yet to come to him at night and his full-sized bed is always warm even with his frosty boy at his side. every day, he wakes up to kisses, to sweets, to love. even if it is difficult managing a household of two with his salary and san francisco rent, with mat making enough intern stipend money to at least sustain his treat habit, he honestly wouldn't trade it for anything.
with mat deciding to love on him and give him head to relieve him of that terrible migraine pressure, there's one thing that remains clear in milo's mind, like a beacon of light through the lusty fog that has settled over them both. ]
I love you, [ he gasps, his voice small and soft and high pitched but the words are as clear as day. his fingers curl tighter around his hand. ]
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with mat deciding to love on him and give him head to relieve him of that terrible migraine pressure, there's one thing that remains clear in milo's mind, like a beacon of light through the lusty fog that has settled over them both. ]
I love you, [ he gasps, his voice small and soft and high pitched but the words are as clear as day. his fingers curl tighter around his hand. ]