[ 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'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?