[ he does feel loved, appreciating mat's genuine attempts to help even if he still lacks certain modern life skills. but that's what google is for, isn't it? they exchange a few more sweet kisses and milo is soothed. each cold touch sends a tiny shiver down his spine and he burrows deeper under the blankets, closing his eyes as instructed.
he hums, curling his hands into the fabric of mat's pajama top.. ] Okay, okay, I'm closing them.
[ but he isn't sleeping just yet! it's hard to come by when the throbbing persists. ] Did you find anything helpful? [ he's read it all, from cold compresses, to which painkillers to use, but mat has a tendency to think outside the box and he appreciates it. ]
Ah, ( mat says after a moment of enjoying looking at milo's round mochi cheeks, practically in a googly-eyed daze over how much he loves this poor, suffering boy before him.
he picks his phone back up with his free hand, squints a little as his eyes adjust to the brightness of his screen as he unlocks it and scrolls past articles that seem to say the same thing as all the others do, the things that milo has surely tried hundreds of times before. maybe he backspaces his search and types a few different things instead: unconventional migraine remedies, weird migraine cures, how to help with migraines when nothing else works and you love your boyfriend and want him to feel better.
and then. he comes across an article title that unexpectedly makes him blush, a small breeze that carries with it a few stray snowflakes pulsing through the air ever-so-briefly β certainly nothing like his powers may have manifested in the past. he's more experienced now, more confident. even still ... there are still some things about this world of his that catch him off guard, surprise him. )
Well, ah, ( mat finally answers after a pause to scroll a little, skim over the article. live science dot com β that certainly sounds like a reputable source, but ... ) There's ... something, perhaps. It seems a bit silly, though.
[ resting happily in the space between dreams and wakefulness, he can still hear mat fiddle with his phone, pressing the screen with exactly two fingers ( milo can only assume ), the little noises of confusion of disappointment. ]
I can take silly, [ milo answers with a little chuckle, his eyes still closed because the darkness makes it a little easier to exist with the sharp pain behind his eyes. if only he could see how cute mat was being or how blushy he had become but then ββ that breeze sweeps over his full-sized bed and he purses his lips. ]
( gods, words are so hard sometimes. he's working so hard not to be such a shrinking violet about certain things, but the subject seems vaguely inappropriate at a time in which milo is suffering. )
A bit unconventional, that's all. I don't think I would've ever thought of β
( ack, there he goes again ... but maybe it isn't so inappropriate, the more mathias thinks about it. now that he's got memories replaying in his head, memories of milo's cheeks hollowed around his length, memories of burying himself deep inside of milo, gasping when he can't take it anymore, hips stuttering as it all rushes over him, blood roaring in his ears, senses overloaded until a sense of euphoria washes over him, everything hazy and tingly and so, so good after. it does kind of make sense ... )
[ he knows what mat's snowflakes usually mean β it's a spike of emotions, heightened fear, nervousness, lust. it could be a combination of things but he has a feeling that mat has something up his sleeve now, something that could be beneficial to them both.
he peeks one eye open, scrunching his nose and pursing his lips to one side like he often does when he's being especially thoughtful. ]
Mm, sure. [ and he sighs and closes his eyes again. ] Anything will help at this point.
Okay, ( mat concedes, nodding dutifully, even if milo can't see it; it's just as much for himself. ) Okay.
( and then slowly, slowly, he draws his leg back in towards himself, disentangling from milo but making up for it with what feels like hundreds of loving kisses, dotted on his forehead, the tip of his nose, his round cheeks that mat adores so much, and, of course, those lips that are so ready and willing to accept his kisses. mat, frankly, doesn't want to even look at his phone anymore so he locks it and maybe just reaches behind himself to let it drop carelessly to the floor.
he shifts with ease beneath the blanket until he's situated above milo, sitting on his narrow calves between milo's thighs with that former-burrito drawn up over his shoulders like some sort of elegant regalia. his palms carefully slide over milo's sides, the soft fabric of his college tee, before dipping back to the waistband of his little shorts, biting the inside of his lip. )
Just tell me if you want me to stop or β or if this isn't something you want to pursue.
[ is it kisses? milo wouldn't mind that, enjoying the distraction he provides. aren't kisses supposed to make you happier anyway? he giggles again, soft and sleepy, not expecting anything else. at least until mat decides to shifts positions, the cooler air of the room outside of his blanket suddenly hitting him when his boyfriend decides to perch himself in his lap. ]
Ah.
[ milo opens his eyes, his lips still parted. his body immediately responds to those soft, cool touches and he shifts onto his back. ] Sex is the answer, huh? [ his kitty lips curl into a wry smile. ]
( and mat groans softly, blue eyes peering up at milo's cheeky smile before very quickly ducking his head back down, a little embarrassed, doing his best to hide it by nosing against the hem of milo's tee, lips brushing featherlight against the soft skin beneath his belly button. )
It's β I saw it on the Internet! You can look at my phone for the β ah, what's that word again ... receipts β!
( mat doesn't let any of this deter him, though, very determined to Help Milo At All Costs, fingers tugging at milo's shorts and underwear to get them out of his way. he wastes very little time, eager to get started; he presses one, maybe two small, tender kisses to his thigh before taking milo's still-mostly-soft cock into his mouth, suckling at him lightly as his tongue laves against the underside, delighting in the way it feels for milo to fill his mouth little by little. )
[ he wiggles subtly as mathias brushes little butterfly kisses against the very sensitive skin of his torso. that all is enough to have his attention, stirring some inside his little pajama shorts. mat pulls them down his ( decently long and slender considering his size, thank you very much ) legs, and he legs one bent, the other stretched out beneath the blanket. ]
Hurm, maybe I'll have to look up some JSTOR articles on the matter. [ he teases! but then milo makes a soft noise at those kisses and inhales sharply when mat takes him into his pretty mouth, bit by bit, waiting for him to get harder.
well, it certainly doesn't take him that long to get there, especially when he looks down to watch that wonderful sight of his wonderful boyfriend wanting to help him through that awful headache. ] Mm - Mat...
( mat would huff at that teasing were there not a dick in his mouth at present, but instead his brow furrows, pink blossoming beneath his light freckles as he glances up at milo. rude, but the way that milo's adorable, cheeky smirk gives way to parted lips and a sharp inhale makes it all worth it.
it's satisfying, too, to feel milo fill up his mouth, needing to drag his lips up his growing length to be able to tease the sensitive underside of his head with the flat of his tongue, liking the way his cock twitches in turn. milo breathes his name and mat's gaze flickers up again to meet his eyes, humming softly before pulling off of him, mouth replaced quickly by his curled fingers, stroking him steadily. )
You can relax, Milo β close your eyes. Let me take care of you.
[ his frosty boy has certainly come a long way since they ran, terrified, from those mysterious assailants who surely wanted to come for this boy, somehow knowing that mat had powers. it had been a little desperate, born out of affection they already had for each other, out of that brief fear that they might be separated for good.
it's a fear that milo still has, truth be told, but it's the furthest thought from his mind when mat seems so determined to get him hard and get him off.
milo lays there with his legs spread, hands curled up almost into little paws up against his chest because he's trying to hard to stay still despite his urges to turn the tables on his boyfriend. mat's gotten so good at giving head, with his pretty mouth and all. milo flexes his lips subtly beneath him, not wanting to push him too far so soon. ]
( mat ... enjoys this far more than he'd ever willingly verbalize for fear of his cheeks burning red and the entire city of san francisco freezing over into some sort of magical, icy kingdom. milo is, undoubtedly, far too β sexy for his own good, with the way his lips part as he keeps his eyes pressed closed, with the way that his brow furrows in concentration as milo attempts to rein himself in and relax despite the way his hips stutter a little, flexing just a little bit to nestle his cock the slightest bit deeper into mat's mouth.
gods. he's going to end up hard and aching soon, too.
this isn't about him right now, though β it's about making his poor, suffering, (sexy) boyfriend feel better. it's with a low little hum that mat hollows his cheeks, lips wrapped tightly around him as he bobs his head up and down, saliva pooling around milo's cock with each drag of his tongue. it's with a little spark of bravery that mat inhales slowly through his nose and lets himself take a little bit more than he's allowed himself to previously, not quite all the way to his base just yet but encroaching on territory usually inhabited by his long, delicate fingers that chase his lips on each upstroke. he can feel the weight of milo on his tongue as he stays like that for a moment, heat pooling in his gut the more he thinks about it, and β
gods, he's definitely getting hard now, tenting the front of his tiny briefs that stay obscured beneath the hem of his long, silky sleep shirt. perhaps he'll need to provide milo with even more relief than originally intended after all. )
[ aroused, he's fully stiff in mat's mouth, those lips so wet, that tongue so skilled after so much time spent educating himself on the finer points of lovemaking. it's deeper this time and milo isn't too far gone to not notice how much more daring his boyfriend has become. he giggles, wondering if this is more for the both of them than his poor migraines. ]
I love β that, [ he stammers breathlessly, reaching down to touch whatever part of mat he can reach, fingers threading through silvery hair before he gropes around to find his hand, squeezing his fingers. it's begun to feel right, holding hands like this when they're tenderly having sex. sure, he's sentimental but being around mat just encourages that kind of behavior.
and, sure enough, that migraine is slowly starting to fade. ]
( mat makes a whimpering little sound around milo's cock at the praise, because he β he loves this, too, loves each little breathy giggle that leave milo's pretty lips that fade into low groans as his hips wriggle a little as he finds the self-restraint to keep himself still for mat's sake. he loves the desperate way that milo's fingers card through his hair, loves the even more desperate way that his hand searches for mat's against the sheets until he can thread his slender fingers with milo's and give his hand a small squeeze as he sinks the wet heat of his mouth over milo's length again.
gods, he loves milo.
it's with a shuddery exhale as he pulls off of him that mat's blue eyes flicker up to look at milo's face, panting softly as he insists, ) Have to make you come β it'll. It'll make you feel better, Milo. ( and then he's back at it, silvery hair falling in his eyes as he dips back down to tongue at milo's slit, tease over the head of his cock before wrapping his lips around him again, bobbing his head up and down a little faster, noticing the stiffness starting in his jaw but persisting despite that and loving every moment. )
[ he's lost track of time now, no longer counting the days, worrying about someone stealing mat from his side. there is so much left unknown, so much about his boyfriend's background left to be uncovered. but dreams of sorrow have yet to come to him at night and his full-sized bed is always warm even with his frosty boy at his side. every day, he wakes up to kisses, to sweets, to love. even if it is difficult managing a household of two with his salary and san francisco rent, with mat making enough intern stipend money to at least sustain his treat habit, he honestly wouldn't trade it for anything.
with mat deciding to love on him and give him head to relieve him of that terrible migraine pressure, there's one thing that remains clear in milo's mind, like a beacon of light through the lusty fog that has settled over them both. ]
I love you, [ he gasps, his voice small and soft and high pitched but the words are as clear as day. his fingers curl tighter around his hand. ]
( 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 β
but he hears those words β 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 β I love you, too, Milo. Gods, I love you so much.
( he's too aware of β 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.
[ 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. ]
( mat is, frankly, very proud of that particularly dirty string of words that slip past his lips so confidently β 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 β 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.
[ when he thinks about it β when he really thinks about it, perhaps mat coming here was the best thing to happen to both of them. though mat seems more changed in the many, many months they have been together, milo has grown too. he feels settled ( in a good way! ), no longer flitting from one thing to another the way he had with romances and even jobs. he feels more his age, wiser, able to care for someone else the way, well. the way married people often do.
he's even found some direction for his own powers. and hey, he's even found the perfect remedy for the headaches that come with them too.
he stretches both legs out once he comes, once mat starts crawling up his body, the two of them fitting together as they always have. milo looks like a pleasant wreck, shirt still half on his body, his fair skin flushed, sweat beads clinging to his dark hairline, the black roots peeking through the blue streaks. he rolls onto his side and offers his thigh to mat without question, smiling against his lips with each hungry kiss. ]
I love you too.
[ and with that, he sneaks his hand under that silky sleep shirt and presses a hand to the small of his back, encouraging each movement. ]
( mat can't seem to keep the cheesy, lopsided grin off of his face even if it makes some of their kisses a little sloppy β how could he, when milo yi loves him?
he arches his back beneath the press of milo's palm against his skin, can't help but roll his hips a little more insistently against milo's thigh, cock unabashedly hard and leaking against the stretched cotton of his underwear as he chases a little bit of relief. mat sighs, content with these little machinations for now, fingers reaching up to card through milo's slightly sweaty, definitely mussed curls, licking over his own kiss-swollen lips. )
Milo, ( he starts on an exhale, blue eyes meeting his boyfriend's gaze from beneath heavy lids. ) Milo, I would really like to ride you. Do you think ... do you think you could go again?
( and if his eyes are big and round and glimmering with hope β it's purely unintentional, simply a product if mathias's inherent puppy-like enthusiasm. )
[ he came pretty hard, just barely able to see through the fuzzy haze of his afterglow. it's all true: he loves mat. he might have been in love with mat the entire time but it's only in the heat of the moment, born of mat's concern for him, that he had come to that realization. the release feels incredible βΒ not just because he's had a lovely orgasm βΒ and he smiles and kisses him softly, nearly purring at the stroke of his boyfriend's fingers through his hair. β ]
I want to get you off right now, though. [ he watches him carefully as his hand wanders from his back to his hip, toying with the elastic of his briefs. fingers tease under the stretchy fabric, but he wants to wait for the approval before he slides his underwear down his hips. ]
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he hums, curling his hands into the fabric of mat's pajama top.. ] Okay, okay, I'm closing them.
[ but he isn't sleeping just yet! it's hard to come by when the throbbing persists. ] Did you find anything helpful? [ he's read it all, from cold compresses, to which painkillers to use, but mat has a tendency to think outside the box and he appreciates it. ]
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he picks his phone back up with his free hand, squints a little as his eyes adjust to the brightness of his screen as he unlocks it and scrolls past articles that seem to say the same thing as all the others do, the things that milo has surely tried hundreds of times before. maybe he backspaces his search and types a few different things instead: unconventional migraine remedies, weird migraine cures, how to help with migraines when nothing else works and you love your boyfriend and want him to feel better.
and then. he comes across an article title that unexpectedly makes him blush, a small breeze that carries with it a few stray snowflakes pulsing through the air ever-so-briefly β certainly nothing like his powers may have manifested in the past. he's more experienced now, more confident. even still ... there are still some things about this world of his that catch him off guard, surprise him. )
Well, ah, ( mat finally answers after a pause to scroll a little, skim over the article. live science dot com β that certainly sounds like a reputable source, but ... ) There's ... something, perhaps. It seems a bit silly, though.
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I can take silly, [ milo answers with a little chuckle, his eyes still closed because the darkness makes it a little easier to exist with the sharp pain behind his eyes. if only he could see how cute mat was being or how blushy he had become but then ββ that breeze sweeps over his full-sized bed and he purses his lips. ]
What's so silly about it?
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( gods, words are so hard sometimes. he's working so hard not to be such a shrinking violet about certain things, but the subject seems vaguely inappropriate at a time in which milo is suffering. )
A bit unconventional, that's all. I don't think I would've ever thought of β
( ack, there he goes again ... but maybe it isn't so inappropriate, the more mathias thinks about it. now that he's got memories replaying in his head, memories of milo's cheeks hollowed around his length, memories of burying himself deep inside of milo, gasping when he can't take it anymore, hips stuttering as it all rushes over him, blood roaring in his ears, senses overloaded until a sense of euphoria washes over him, everything hazy and tingly and so, so good after. it does kind of make sense ... )
Milo, can I try something?
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he peeks one eye open, scrunching his nose and pursing his lips to one side like he often does when he's being especially thoughtful. ]
Mm, sure. [ and he sighs and closes his eyes again. ] Anything will help at this point.
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( and then slowly, slowly, he draws his leg back in towards himself, disentangling from milo but making up for it with what feels like hundreds of loving kisses, dotted on his forehead, the tip of his nose, his round cheeks that mat adores so much, and, of course, those lips that are so ready and willing to accept his kisses. mat, frankly, doesn't want to even look at his phone anymore so he locks it and maybe just reaches behind himself to let it drop carelessly to the floor.
he shifts with ease beneath the blanket until he's situated above milo, sitting on his narrow calves between milo's thighs with that former-burrito drawn up over his shoulders like some sort of elegant regalia. his palms carefully slide over milo's sides, the soft fabric of his college tee, before dipping back to the waistband of his little shorts, biting the inside of his lip. )
Just tell me if you want me to stop or β or if this isn't something you want to pursue.
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Ah.
[ milo opens his eyes, his lips still parted. his body immediately responds to those soft, cool touches and he shifts onto his back. ] Sex is the answer, huh? [ his kitty lips curl into a wry smile. ]
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( and mat groans softly, blue eyes peering up at milo's cheeky smile before very quickly ducking his head back down, a little embarrassed, doing his best to hide it by nosing against the hem of milo's tee, lips brushing featherlight against the soft skin beneath his belly button. )
It's β I saw it on the Internet! You can look at my phone for the β ah, what's that word again ... receipts β!
( mat doesn't let any of this deter him, though, very determined to Help Milo At All Costs, fingers tugging at milo's shorts and underwear to get them out of his way. he wastes very little time, eager to get started; he presses one, maybe two small, tender kisses to his thigh before taking milo's still-mostly-soft cock into his mouth, suckling at him lightly as his tongue laves against the underside, delighting in the way it feels for milo to fill his mouth little by little. )
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Hurm, maybe I'll have to look up some JSTOR articles on the matter. [ he teases! but then milo makes a soft noise at those kisses and inhales sharply when mat takes him into his pretty mouth, bit by bit, waiting for him to get harder.
well, it certainly doesn't take him that long to get there, especially when he looks down to watch that wonderful sight of his wonderful boyfriend wanting to help him through that awful headache. ] Mm - Mat...
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it's satisfying, too, to feel milo fill up his mouth, needing to drag his lips up his growing length to be able to tease the sensitive underside of his head with the flat of his tongue, liking the way his cock twitches in turn. milo breathes his name and mat's gaze flickers up again to meet his eyes, humming softly before pulling off of him, mouth replaced quickly by his curled fingers, stroking him steadily. )
You can relax, Milo β close your eyes. Let me take care of you.
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it's a fear that milo still has, truth be told, but it's the furthest thought from his mind when mat seems so determined to get him hard and get him off.
milo lays there with his legs spread, hands curled up almost into little paws up against his chest because he's trying to hard to stay still despite his urges to turn the tables on his boyfriend. mat's gotten so good at giving head, with his pretty mouth and all. milo flexes his lips subtly beneath him, not wanting to push him too far so soon. ]
Oh.
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gods. he's going to end up hard and aching soon, too.
this isn't about him right now, though β it's about making his poor, suffering, (sexy) boyfriend feel better. it's with a low little hum that mat hollows his cheeks, lips wrapped tightly around him as he bobs his head up and down, saliva pooling around milo's cock with each drag of his tongue. it's with a little spark of bravery that mat inhales slowly through his nose and lets himself take a little bit more than he's allowed himself to previously, not quite all the way to his base just yet but encroaching on territory usually inhabited by his long, delicate fingers that chase his lips on each upstroke. he can feel the weight of milo on his tongue as he stays like that for a moment, heat pooling in his gut the more he thinks about it, and β
gods, he's definitely getting hard now, tenting the front of his tiny briefs that stay obscured beneath the hem of his long, silky sleep shirt. perhaps he'll need to provide milo with even more relief than originally intended after all. )
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I love β that, [ he stammers breathlessly, reaching down to touch whatever part of mat he can reach, fingers threading through silvery hair before he gropes around to find his hand, squeezing his fingers. it's begun to feel right, holding hands like this when they're tenderly having sex. sure, he's sentimental but being around mat just encourages that kind of behavior.
and, sure enough, that migraine is slowly starting to fade. ]
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gods, he loves milo.
it's with a shuddery exhale as he pulls off of him that mat's blue eyes flicker up to look at milo's face, panting softly as he insists, ) Have to make you come β it'll. It'll make you feel better, Milo. ( and then he's back at it, silvery hair falling in his eyes as he dips back down to tongue at milo's slit, tease over the head of his cock before wrapping his lips around him again, bobbing his head up and down a little faster, noticing the stiffness starting in his jaw but persisting despite that and loving every moment. )
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with mat deciding to love on him and give him head to relieve him of that terrible migraine pressure, there's one thing that remains clear in milo's mind, like a beacon of light through the lusty fog that has settled over them both. ]
I love you, [ he gasps, his voice small and soft and high pitched but the words are as clear as day. his fingers curl tighter around his hand. ]
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but he hears those words β 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 β I love you, too, Milo. Gods, I love you so much.
( he's too aware of β 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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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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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 β 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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he's even found some direction for his own powers. and hey, he's even found the perfect remedy for the headaches that come with them too.
he stretches both legs out once he comes, once mat starts crawling up his body, the two of them fitting together as they always have. milo looks like a pleasant wreck, shirt still half on his body, his fair skin flushed, sweat beads clinging to his dark hairline, the black roots peeking through the blue streaks. he rolls onto his side and offers his thigh to mat without question, smiling against his lips with each hungry kiss. ]
I love you too.
[ and with that, he sneaks his hand under that silky sleep shirt and presses a hand to the small of his back, encouraging each movement. ]
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he arches his back beneath the press of milo's palm against his skin, can't help but roll his hips a little more insistently against milo's thigh, cock unabashedly hard and leaking against the stretched cotton of his underwear as he chases a little bit of relief. mat sighs, content with these little machinations for now, fingers reaching up to card through milo's slightly sweaty, definitely mussed curls, licking over his own kiss-swollen lips. )
Milo, ( he starts on an exhale, blue eyes meeting his boyfriend's gaze from beneath heavy lids. ) Milo, I would really like to ride you. Do you think ... do you think you could go again?
( and if his eyes are big and round and glimmering with hope β it's purely unintentional, simply a product if mathias's inherent puppy-like enthusiasm. )
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[ he came pretty hard, just barely able to see through the fuzzy haze of his afterglow. it's all true: he loves mat. he might have been in love with mat the entire time but it's only in the heat of the moment, born of mat's concern for him, that he had come to that realization. the release feels incredible βΒ not just because he's had a lovely orgasm βΒ and he smiles and kisses him softly, nearly purring at the stroke of his boyfriend's fingers through his hair. β ]
I want to get you off right now, though. [ he watches him carefully as his hand wanders from his back to his hip, toying with the elastic of his briefs. fingers tease under the stretchy fabric, but he wants to wait for the approval before he slides his underwear down his hips. ]
Can I?