I β I think we should ... ( no, that doesn't sound quite right. it isn't about what they should do β milo wants to knows what mat wants to do, and gods, there are about a million things that mat wants to do, his mind racing through the possibilities, through heated touches and gasps and more shivers like the one that runs down milo's spine again as mat's fingertips dance down his back again, all but emphasized of the press of milo against mat's thigh ...
he knows what he wants. it leaves him a little breathless to even consider saying it aloud, but he feels emboldened by the small furrow of milo's brow as he gazes down upon him, the care in his eyea as he gently touches mat's cheek. milo's made him feel braver than he thought possible today, facing their pursuers, letting milo in despite his fear of what his new-found powers might do. )
I want to have sex, Milo, I β I'm certain of it.
( and maybe a hand will drift up milo's spine again so delicate fingers can tangle within dark blue locks, mat's chin tilting upwards to steal another kiss as his lids flutter closed, less hesitant to let it deepen, hips rocking up against milo's. )
[ those words are like a little jolt to the system, milo's hips pressing forward once more now that he's been given explicit permission and consent. there is a lot they don't know about mat, about where he came from, and the last thing he wants is to take something away from him that he isn't sure he's even giving over. but this. this is good. ]
I β I definitely want to have sex with you, [ he groans against mat's mouth. ] Just. Just gimme one sβ
[ he likes this, rutting against each other like that, but his jeans are starting to hurt so he has to. he has to roll onto one side for a second, fumble with his jeans so he can tug them down his hips, at least enough to relieve himself of that annoying pressure, his hard length clearly visible in his underwear. ]
You. [ he kisses his temple. ] You want to be in me or me in you?
( mat wants to have sex with milo, and β and milo wants to have sex with mat, too, and it's. A Lot. he can't believe the words left his mouth, but he's certain that even someone possessing an immense amount of willpower would cave when presented with his situation β with milo between his thighs, hips nudging insistently against one another.
the thought makes his pulse race, giving milo tiny, enthusiastic, wide-eyed nods as he agrees to "give him a sec". his tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his lips as milo rolls off of him temporarily, blue eyes blinking up at the ceiling as he tries to wrap his mind around everything that's transpired today, and β
oh.
mat glances down, his curiosity getting the better of him, and the moment he lays eyes on the way milo's jeans sit pushed down his thighs, the way his underwear stretches from how hard milo is β his mouth goes bone dry and he swallows fruitlessly, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. as if he didn't feel overheated already, there's a warmth that floods through him despite the way that snow starts flitting through the air again, picking up speed, the question making it drift through the room faster, heavier. )
I - I ... ( mat's desperately overwhelmed, wants so much so badly, barely knowing how to articulate any of it. ) You, please. I-inside ... inside me.
( both options sound far too appealing, more than mathias can even comprehend at the moment. this feels like something of a new beginning, though, and his heart beats so strongly for milo right now; he's certain that this is where he's meant to be. )
[ with his jeans and socks discarded on the floor, he lays back again, mouth half-open as he watches those snowflakes hover above them. time slows down for a moment as he extends his hand, reaching upward to touch the snow, each flake melting on his skin. it's cold. it's warm. the windows of his apartment are both foggy yet lined with frost. his fingertips are damp when he reaches over, turns onto his side to curl his fingers into the hem of mat's shirt. ]
Okay.
[ his hand sneaks beneath the hem, sliding along his stomach and chest as he drags the shirt up with it. it's tentative still as he doesn't want to move so quickly that they blink and this moment has passed. it is big. milo isn't opposed to casual hookups in the slightest, but moving in this direction with someone who has become a part of his day to day ββ it's meaningful. he wants to make this good for him. ]
I'll help you βΒ help you prepare, [ he stammers quietly. ]
( there's something that feels so off without milo pressed up against mat, even in those brief moments that it takes for milo to peel his clothes off, something that makes him feel a little squirmy against the blankets, so much of his skin laid bare still, the gentle feeling of the snowflakes melting against his skin in the absence of milo's warmth.
he bites the inside of his cheek once milo says okay, like it's the simplest thing in the world β like mat isn't stammering and stumbling over himself and his own desires, embers still burning low in his stomach when he should probably feel a little spent, but wanting to feel this physical connection with milo so badly it makes his chest ache. it's dizzying, this desire, so much that it makes his eyes flutter closed β
until milo's palm slips beneath mat's shirt and rucks it up higher on his chest, making him gasp softly, fingers curling into the blanket lack of anything else to cling to, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver through mat which feels kind of backwards but is definitely right. he arches up into that touch, sensitive but still wanting more, nodding his head emphatically a few times as he practically breathes out: ) Please, Milo. Please, ( like they're the only two words he knows how to say right now β which maybe they are, and that feels so right, too. )
[ he's the prettiest boy milo has ever seen. there's so much pleasure he can take just watching mat react to each and every little thing, the way his pale form stretches across his bed. and maybe he's imagining those little sparkles of snow on his skin, but either way β beautiful.
his eyes widen at the sight, blown black with lust. ]
I don't wanna rush, [ milo exhales, kissing his way up mat's bare torso one he's divested him of his clothes to lay him bare beneath him. makes the slow crawl over his body with a tiny smile on his lip, kissing him softly as he fumbles around his side table for his lube. ]
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he knows what he wants. it leaves him a little breathless to even consider saying it aloud, but he feels emboldened by the small furrow of milo's brow as he gazes down upon him, the care in his eyea as he gently touches mat's cheek. milo's made him feel braver than he thought possible today, facing their pursuers, letting milo in despite his fear of what his new-found powers might do. )
I want to have sex, Milo, I β I'm certain of it.
( and maybe a hand will drift up milo's spine again so delicate fingers can tangle within dark blue locks, mat's chin tilting upwards to steal another kiss as his lids flutter closed, less hesitant to let it deepen, hips rocking up against milo's. )
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I β I definitely want to have sex with you, [ he groans against mat's mouth. ] Just. Just gimme one sβ
[ he likes this, rutting against each other like that, but his jeans are starting to hurt so he has to. he has to roll onto one side for a second, fumble with his jeans so he can tug them down his hips, at least enough to relieve himself of that annoying pressure, his hard length clearly visible in his underwear. ]
You. [ he kisses his temple. ] You want to be in me or me in you?
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the thought makes his pulse race, giving milo tiny, enthusiastic, wide-eyed nods as he agrees to "give him a sec". his tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his lips as milo rolls off of him temporarily, blue eyes blinking up at the ceiling as he tries to wrap his mind around everything that's transpired today, and β
oh.
mat glances down, his curiosity getting the better of him, and the moment he lays eyes on the way milo's jeans sit pushed down his thighs, the way his underwear stretches from how hard milo is β his mouth goes bone dry and he swallows fruitlessly, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. as if he didn't feel overheated already, there's a warmth that floods through him despite the way that snow starts flitting through the air again, picking up speed, the question making it drift through the room faster, heavier. )
I - I ... ( mat's desperately overwhelmed, wants so much so badly, barely knowing how to articulate any of it. ) You, please. I-inside ... inside me.
( both options sound far too appealing, more than mathias can even comprehend at the moment. this feels like something of a new beginning, though, and his heart beats so strongly for milo right now; he's certain that this is where he's meant to be. )
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Okay.
[ his hand sneaks beneath the hem, sliding along his stomach and chest as he drags the shirt up with it. it's tentative still as he doesn't want to move so quickly that they blink and this moment has passed. it is big. milo isn't opposed to casual hookups in the slightest, but moving in this direction with someone who has become a part of his day to day ββ it's meaningful. he wants to make this good for him. ]
I'll help you βΒ help you prepare, [ he stammers quietly. ]
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he bites the inside of his cheek once milo says okay, like it's the simplest thing in the world β like mat isn't stammering and stumbling over himself and his own desires, embers still burning low in his stomach when he should probably feel a little spent, but wanting to feel this physical connection with milo so badly it makes his chest ache. it's dizzying, this desire, so much that it makes his eyes flutter closed β
until milo's palm slips beneath mat's shirt and rucks it up higher on his chest, making him gasp softly, fingers curling into the blanket lack of anything else to cling to, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver through mat which feels kind of backwards but is definitely right. he arches up into that touch, sensitive but still wanting more, nodding his head emphatically a few times as he practically breathes out: ) Please, Milo. Please, ( like they're the only two words he knows how to say right now β which maybe they are, and that feels so right, too. )
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his eyes widen at the sight, blown black with lust. ]
I don't wanna rush, [ milo exhales, kissing his way up mat's bare torso one he's divested him of his clothes to lay him bare beneath him. makes the slow crawl over his body with a tiny smile on his lip, kissing him softly as he fumbles around his side table for his lube. ]