( mat is, frankly, very proud of that particularly dirty string of words that slip past his lips so confidently — even if they might make him blush later to remember them. he can only blame the heat of the moment, so different from the cold, tingly feeling in his fingertips as he'd tried to press them against milo's temple.
mat may not have his memories of his past, but he is set so utterly alight by his present: by milo, by their home and his he moments they share within it, by this life that's been made so wonderful for him. nothing, nothing, could be as good as this — no matter what he'd unwittingly given up to be here. he loves milo so, so much it makes his chest ache, like his heart is straining to contain all of the love that mathias feels.
he is determined to finish what he set out to do when he found that article. orgasms mean en... dolphins? and whatever those are, they're supposed to rid him of that pesky migraine. mat sucks him down with renewed purpose, meets each little thrust of milo's hips with a small sound each time, and it's lewd but it's so good. he's faintly aware of the way milo tugs at the sheets instead of his already-mussed snow white hair, and milo whispers his name desperately as he comes with mat ready to swallow everything he'll give him.
there's barely any pause between the moment milo finishes and the moment mat eagerly crawls up his body, no hesitation before he presses his lips so hastily against milo's with very little finesse, far too eager to make good on his earlier request. ) I love you, ( mat practically whispers against milo's lips in between kisses, hips rocking against milo's thigh as he straddles him. ) I love you, I love you, I love you.
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Date: 2021-01-31 06:41 am (UTC)mat may not have his memories of his past, but he is set so utterly alight by his present: by milo, by their home and his he moments they share within it, by this life that's been made so wonderful for him. nothing, nothing, could be as good as this — no matter what he'd unwittingly given up to be here. he loves milo so, so much it makes his chest ache, like his heart is straining to contain all of the love that mathias feels.
he is determined to finish what he set out to do when he found that article. orgasms mean en... dolphins? and whatever those are, they're supposed to rid him of that pesky migraine. mat sucks him down with renewed purpose, meets each little thrust of milo's hips with a small sound each time, and it's lewd but it's so good. he's faintly aware of the way milo tugs at the sheets instead of his already-mussed snow white hair, and milo whispers his name desperately as he comes with mat ready to swallow everything he'll give him.
there's barely any pause between the moment milo finishes and the moment mat eagerly crawls up his body, no hesitation before he presses his lips so hastily against milo's with very little finesse, far too eager to make good on his earlier request. ) I love you, ( mat practically whispers against milo's lips in between kisses, hips rocking against milo's thigh as he straddles him. ) I love you, I love you, I love you.