[ he can almost feel the way the tension in his head begins to dissolve with the combination of mat's tearful happiness and, well, his mouth on his cock. it almost feels as if he might combust, so enthralled by him, so wound up by each lap of mat's tongue. milo whimpers at the absence of his mouth though he tries to smile and stroke his boyfriend's hair as he repeats those words he has come to look forward to.
maybe he will take a page out of mat's book and throw some caution to the wind. he never quite believed in fairytales but he can believe in this one.
the almost-plea nearly knocks him flat, surprised by mat's confidence. how long has it been since they first fell into this bed together and milo showed him the basics of having sex? milo's hips flex against his mouth a few times, his free hand curling tightly into his disheveled bedsheets, tugging them right off the mattress. he can't last long, not now, not when mat's talking like that.
minutes feel like seconds and he's gone in a flash, whispering his name as a hasty warning before he tumbles over the edge. ]
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maybe he will take a page out of mat's book and throw some caution to the wind. he never quite believed in fairytales but he can believe in this one.
the almost-plea nearly knocks him flat, surprised by mat's confidence. how long has it been since they first fell into this bed together and milo showed him the basics of having sex? milo's hips flex against his mouth a few times, his free hand curling tightly into his disheveled bedsheets, tugging them right off the mattress. he can't last long, not now, not when mat's talking like that.
minutes feel like seconds and he's gone in a flash, whispering his name as a hasty warning before he tumbles over the edge. ]