[ 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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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. ]