[ 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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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?