( mat is focused on the task at hand, focused on each drag of his lips until they meet the head of milo's cock, focused on the taste of precome on his tongue, focused on the way milo squeezes his hand even more tightly —
but he hears those words — even if he's briefly unfazed by them, so used to saying it himself, so used to feeling it practically emanate in waves off of milo. mat has known, deep down how milo feels about him, words be damned. he doesn't really know why, then, that his head lifts and he asks so softly: ) Really?
( and mat swallows, unexpectedly overwhelmed by his emotions amidst the still-burning embers of desire washing over him, the stray tears clinging to his lashes from a few overeager bobs of his head sneaking down his cheeks. ) I love you — I love you, too, Milo. Gods, I love you so much.
( he's too aware of — every part of himself right now, the tingly, swollen feeling of his lips, his cock throbbing against the confines of his little underwear, the cool damp tear tracks on his cheeks that he wipes away with his forearm, sniffing once. he's also aware of how he's neglected milo in the wake of this revelation, the fingers of his free hand curling around the base of him and proclaiming with an air of such certainty: ) I really want you to come down my throat, please, Milo, so I can come up there and kiss you.
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but he hears those words — even if he's briefly unfazed by them, so used to saying it himself, so used to feeling it practically emanate in waves off of milo. mat has known, deep down how milo feels about him, words be damned. he doesn't really know why, then, that his head lifts and he asks so softly: ) Really?
( and mat swallows, unexpectedly overwhelmed by his emotions amidst the still-burning embers of desire washing over him, the stray tears clinging to his lashes from a few overeager bobs of his head sneaking down his cheeks. ) I love you — I love you, too, Milo. Gods, I love you so much.
( he's too aware of — every part of himself right now, the tingly, swollen feeling of his lips, his cock throbbing against the confines of his little underwear, the cool damp tear tracks on his cheeks that he wipes away with his forearm, sniffing once. he's also aware of how he's neglected milo in the wake of this revelation, the fingers of his free hand curling around the base of him and proclaiming with an air of such certainty: ) I really want you to come down my throat, please, Milo, so I can come up there and kiss you.