( mathias is nothing if not unsubtle with each and every reaction that passes through him, chin tipped upwards and lashes grazing against his cheeks, practically white knuckled as he squeezes milo's hand, squeezes the sheets bunched up in his fist, as milo takes him into the hot cave of his mouth. there's another groan at the building pressure as those lips wrap around him so expertly, as milo's tongue lingers at the bottom of his cock, salivating around him ...
gods, this is unlike anything that mat has ever experienced before, a rapidly tightening knot coiling in his stomach, and his mind is already racing as he thinks about making milo feel this good in return, this boy who deserves the world and then some, who will get it if this boy has anything to say about it โ
and then mat's brain effectively ceases operations as milo takes him deeper into his mouth, and he can feel the head of his cock bumping against the back of his throat as he bottoms out, inhaling sharply as his hand reaches out to curl into mussed turquoise locks, desperate for as much contact with milo as he can manage. he can feel a sensation building in his gut and it practically leaves him trembling, laying back against the sheets with silvery blonde hair falling in his eyes, lips seeming to be eternally parted. )
Gods, Milo โ ( he practically whimpers, head lifting fruitlessly because he wants to watch milo, but with even the slightest, reflexive movement of milo's tongue against him, he's overwhelmed, head falling back against the mattress. a gust of wind bursts through the room, ruffling milo's hair even with mat's fingers curled into it, carrying with it snowflakes that land on mat's cheeks, stick to his lashes, coating the furniture, coating the blankets, starting to accumulate. )
[ he's careful and slow-moving, but eager as tears linger on his lashes because he's taking mat in so deeply, wanting him to feel every rumble from his throat as he groans around him, wanting him to feel the path of his lips as he resurfaces with a soft pop. it feels good, the way mat grips his hair and his hand, and he only ever wants to be that person this boy can cling to when nothing else seems to make sense.
but they do.
there is no question about that. he wouldn't let anyone into his house or into his heart so easily, but there is something that not even fate could have given in him his dreams, something there that wraps them both so tightly around each other. his full lips seem to shine even before he licks them, encouraging one of mat's legs to hang over his shoulder for a moment so that he can curve a hand around his thigh, pressing wet kisses against it. his instinct is to leave a mark but it feels wrong to mar such delicate, fair skin.
so he scrapes his teeth delicately against the sensitive inner skin, kissing his way back to his apex where he takes his cock in his free hand and strokes him slowly. ]
I โ [ he's literally in the middle of sucking him off and yet milo still blushes. ] I could make you come like this, Mat. You want me to?
( milo takes such care with him, with each bob of his head slow as he takes him, with each languid pull of his lips around his cock when he draws back up again, tongue lavishing against the underside of the head, and mat feels everything so intensely, like nothing he's ever experienced before, overwhelming every sense in every sense. he realizes that he's squirming a little, hips lifting just so to chase the movements of those beautiful lips โ
warm feels like an understatement, even as snowflakes dot his skin and melt away; mathias is flushed, heat radiating off of his skin as he succumbs to these newfound desires, panting softly and fingers squeezing milo's when a particularly strong wave of pleasure rolls through him, making him moan loudly, lewdly, in a way that otherwise might make his typically reserved self perish at the mere thought.
he's given a brief respite as his leg is guided up and over milo's shoulder letting out a long exhale that turns shuddery as those full lips drift over to the inside of his thigh, pressing the same kind of languid kiss that they'd shared, now against his skin, tongue darting out to taste him, and oh. there's milo's fingers again, stroking him nice and steadily, keeping him ready, the head of his cock pink and swollen and leaking prettily.
mat swallows hard and lifts his head, looking more than a little blissed out, but still keen to look at milo, with his bright eyes and his rosy cheeks and his hand still moving rhythmically and. and. gods. the question leaves his head practically spinning, and mat's lips part as though to speak once, twice, maybe even three times before he manages: ) I โ I. Yes, I โ want you to.
[ with the tiniest smile, he releases mat's hand to ruck his shirt up, making room for his own kisses as he leans further over his body, kissing around his hip bone, trailing closer to his belly button. it seems like there isn't an inch of skin he hasn't seen at this point, but he wants more. ]
Good. You โ you don't need to warn me, okay? But it's also okay if you do.
[ his laughter is muffled against all that fair skin, his forehead pressed against mat's abdomen. he's essentially given him permission to come down his throat without saying it in so many dirty words so as not to completely startle him.
though, he is giving this boy head as they speak so perhaps all sense of priority should be thrown out the window.
there's heat behind his eyes but also a world of adoration because he can't believe he has this beautiful boy spread out before him, that he's the one who gets to hear those noises, the way his name falls from those pouting lips. milo lowers his head to take him in again, enjoying the weight on his tongue, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks and pulls himself up. with lowered lashes, he's determined to finish this, to see him unravel. ]
( mat ought to feel self-conscious as milo pushes his shirt up over his belly, exposing more of his delicate, pale skin to him, but it's truly hard to mind such a thing when the feeling of those long, languid kisses against his abdomen washes over him, when he's unable to keep from squirming a little beneath that lovely, warm mouth. it's distracting โ and then some, truly โ to the point where mat's answer to milo's question is a beat and a half delayed, a soft, breathed: )
Okay, Milo.
( even if mat is barely cognizant of what he's saying okay to, just that those soft puffs of laughter against his skin tickle and that milo's forehead pressed against his stomach feels so warm, just like the warmth behind his gaze as milo looks up at him, so strong that mat thinks he might just melt here and now.
he's spent so much time in the past few weeks being unsure of himself, missing so many things and afraid of what those things may be โ but mat can't think of any of that now, can only lose himself in the feeling of milo's tongue against him, the drag of his lips as he lowers his head, the way he salivates around him, bobbing his head up and down, the feeling coiled deep in his belly tightening and burning white hot until he can't take it anymore, coming undone, with a final, frantic gasp of milo's name, fingers grasping at curly strands of dark hair, seeing nothing but white, white, white and he's not sure if it's from the snow zigzagging through the room or from the overwhelming sensation washing over him but it doesn't matter because he feels like he's floating now, too caught up in milo ...
when it's all said and done, mat flops back against the sheets, panting softly, vaguely trying to regain himself but content to ride this high he's certain he'd like to ride forever. )
[ grasping mat with one hand, he gently grips his bare thigh, needing something hold onto himself as he sucks him off. tears linger on his lashes as he goes deeper, wanting mat to feel every little thing, the rumble of a groan in his throat, how far he's taking him in. they were scared out of their wits mere hours ago and the only thing milo wants for him is to momentarily forget about all of that, to focus on him and how much he wants to make him happy.
the tug of his hair leaves a delicious sting over his scalp and he savors the sounds of his name filling the room, mingling with all this snow that seems to make his room brighter when the sun hits the flakes.
opening his eyes wide, he watches mat as he comes, heat filling his mouth for a moment before he pulls off and swallows without hesitation, using the back of his hand to wipe the mix of cum and drool from his chin and around his lips as some attempt to tidy himself. but milo looks just as disheveled, overheated yet covered in snowflakes ]
Mat ....
[ his voice almost sounds hoarse and he gently slides his hand up under the other boy's shirt, the rest of his body following him up as he hovers over mathias on the bed. his grin is dazed, a little crooked, as he leans in to kiss his cheek. ]
You're beautiful, Mat. [ and he means it, reaching up to brush his dainty fingers through silvery strands of hair, pushing them away from his eyes so he can properly look at that enchanting blue. ] You okay?
( there's ringing in his ears as mathias lays back, lashes fluttered closed, shirt rucked up high on his chest as it rises and falls with each inhale and exhale, one shaky, sudden breath escaping him, fingertips brushing idly over the comforter. though surrounded by flakes of snow that outline their bodies, mat can only feel warm, so amazingly warm โ
and then there's milo, this boy who is warmth personified, who touches him so tenderly as he settles above him, and the sound of his name, breathed so softly, makes mathias blink his eyes open slowly, blue eyes bright and practically awestruck as he looks up at the boy before him. it threatens to overwhelm him, the feeling that bubbles in his chest and tightens in his throat as he takes in that crooked smile, relishes in the tender press of lips against his cheek, the slow drag of fingers against his scalp to brush his hair from his eyes, cheeks flushed. )
I'm okay, ( mathias can finally reply, meeting milo's gaze. with another shaky inhale as he settles, his arms wind around the other boy, palms against his shoulder blades. there's wonderment, nearly disbelief in his voice as he breathes out: ) Oh, my gods, Milo ...
( and it all hits him hard and suddenly, the rush of emotions that have flooded over him in the past few hours, and โ a short, giddy little laugh leaves him, his arms tightening around milo and a leg hooking over his waist, cutting himself off with a kiss stolen against his lips. again and again, he kisses him, punctuated with quiet, reverent utterances of his name, ) Milo โ Milo โ you're so โ Gods โ
[ there is no prettier sight than this, the way mat looks all blissed out, completely undone, the snow falling around them. he shivers but he isn't all that cold and even begins tugging his own half-buttoned shirt up and over his head so they're both in various states of undress.
with a soft laugh, he settles over him, lets mathias pull him even closer with all his limbs. the two of them keep touching each other, giddy with warmth and affection. milo is hard in his jeans and it doesn't help having the pressure of the heavy fabric on him, the outline pressing insistingly against mat's thigh. but it isn't about him. it's not about him because he initiated this to get this boy out of his own head. so much has happened in less than ten hours, after all, and all he wants to do is spend the rest of their waking hours making sure he feels good. ]
I'm so what?
[ milo giggles and returns each kiss eagerly, only pausing to slow mat down with the curl of his tongue against his lips, gently nudging the other's mouth open so he can kiss him slowly, almost seductively. ] I'm so what, Mat?
[ he's breathless too, round cheeks all pink as he gently grazes his hand over the other's bare side. it's all a tease and he doesn't expect a response right away, though he is curious about what else he wants to do today. ]
( mathias is still coming down from it all, still a little breathless, still a lot overwhelmed, but who could blame him when he has someone as beautiful as milo above him, tugging his shirt off and leaving an expanse of skin that he wants desperately to touch and feel and โ oh.
with his fingertips dragging against milo's shoulder blades, leg hooked around his waist, and mouth claimed by the other boy's with languid kisses, slow drags of tongues that make his lips part obediently, leave mat whimpering a little โ or maybe that's just the question that milo asks, repeats again when he doesn't get a coherent answer. his cheeks grow warm all over again, as though he didn't just come down this boy's throat, as though he isn't squirming against the insistent press of milo's cock against the crease of his thigh. )
You're so โ ( mat tries helplessly, pink and flushed and wanting nothing more than cover his face out of embarrassment. his fingertips drag uselessly down milo's back as he feels the trail of milo's hand up his side, mouth pressing another kiss against milo's grin, trying to diffuse that lopsided smile that disarms him so, trying to give him a moment to figure out how he could possibly describe everything that milo is in this moment ...
it doesn't work very well. ) I-I don't know how to say it!
[ he teases, but he doesn't need words, not with the way mat kisses him and pulls him closer and makes delicious little noises against his mouth. they don't need to go further than this is that isn't what mat wants. milo can take care of himself after leaving the other boy happy, sated, nestled among the sheets. it's comfortable here. ]
That's okay. I think I know what you mean now.
[ mat's hands are colder in comparison and he cannot help the shiver that travels down his spine, the more the other's hands explore each dip in his back and curve of his body.. ]
I'm glad you liked it, [ milo whispers, kissing the tip of his nose. then the apples of his cheeks, then the middle of his forehead. they're sweet, tender things, meant to help mat settle once more. ]
( there's a sigh of relief when milo, with that teasing little grin of his, relents and lets the matter drop to save mat from his frazzled stammering. he doesn't have nearly the vocabulary to talk about any of this, certainly not without tripping over his words, pale skin blushing furiously beneath the light freckles that dot his nose, his cheeks.
still, he tries, urged on by that little shiver beneath his fingertips that gives mat some strange sense of pleasure and pride at knowing that he's the one that made it happen, and it's ... something that mat wants to experience again. )
I liked it so much, ( mat murmurs as those tender kisses are placed so carefully all over his face, lids fluttering closed contentedly, fingers dragging down milo's back from their place at his shoulder blades, tracing along his spine, dipping just barely to the top of his jeans before drifting upwards again. he's far too aware of the press of milo's hardness against his thigh, unable to repress the warmth that's spreading down his neck, his chest, as he blinks his eyes open again, hips squirming a little as they rise instinctively to meet milo's. )
Milo, what about ... what about you? ( and he swallows hard, tries not to avert his gaze like he'd very much like to. ) I want to โ I want you โ you should โ
[ there is a thought making its way from mat's brain to the rest of his body and milo feels delighted simply watching as he processes this information, the little touches that become bolder, the way this boy squirms a little underneath the weight of his own body. his eyebrows briefly disappear beneath dark blue hair and he lightly touches his boy's cheek with the backs of his fingers, stroking the soft, pale skin. ]
Wh โ [ he licks his lips. relieving himself is the clearest option in his head because his instincts tell him that mat isn't quite so experienced. but with the way he's blushing and the way he tries to hold his gaze โ it's enough to make milo pause and consider what he's going for here. ]
I โ I think we should ... ( no, that doesn't sound quite right. it isn't about what they should do โ 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 โ 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 โ I definitely want to have sex with you, [ he groans against mat's mouth. ] Just. Just gimme one sโ
[ 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 โ 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 โ 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 โ
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 โ 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 โโ it's meaningful. he wants to make this good for him. ]
I'll help you โย 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 โ 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 โ
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 โ 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 โ 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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Date: 2019-05-26 06:09 pm (UTC)gods, this is unlike anything that mat has ever experienced before, a rapidly tightening knot coiling in his stomach, and his mind is already racing as he thinks about making milo feel this good in return, this boy who deserves the world and then some, who will get it if this boy has anything to say about it โ
and then mat's brain effectively ceases operations as milo takes him deeper into his mouth, and he can feel the head of his cock bumping against the back of his throat as he bottoms out, inhaling sharply as his hand reaches out to curl into mussed turquoise locks, desperate for as much contact with milo as he can manage. he can feel a sensation building in his gut and it practically leaves him trembling, laying back against the sheets with silvery blonde hair falling in his eyes, lips seeming to be eternally parted. )
Gods, Milo โ ( he practically whimpers, head lifting fruitlessly because he wants to watch milo, but with even the slightest, reflexive movement of milo's tongue against him, he's overwhelmed, head falling back against the mattress. a gust of wind bursts through the room, ruffling milo's hair even with mat's fingers curled into it, carrying with it snowflakes that land on mat's cheeks, stick to his lashes, coating the furniture, coating the blankets, starting to accumulate. )
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Date: 2019-06-24 10:34 pm (UTC)but they do.
there is no question about that. he wouldn't let anyone into his house or into his heart so easily, but there is something that not even fate could have given in him his dreams, something there that wraps them both so tightly around each other. his full lips seem to shine even before he licks them, encouraging one of mat's legs to hang over his shoulder for a moment so that he can curve a hand around his thigh, pressing wet kisses against it. his instinct is to leave a mark but it feels wrong to mar such delicate, fair skin.
so he scrapes his teeth delicately against the sensitive inner skin, kissing his way back to his apex where he takes his cock in his free hand and strokes him slowly. ]
I โ [ he's literally in the middle of sucking him off and yet milo still blushes. ] I could make you come like this, Mat. You want me to?
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Date: 2019-07-06 09:39 pm (UTC)warm feels like an understatement, even as snowflakes dot his skin and melt away; mathias is flushed, heat radiating off of his skin as he succumbs to these newfound desires, panting softly and fingers squeezing milo's when a particularly strong wave of pleasure rolls through him, making him moan loudly, lewdly, in a way that otherwise might make his typically reserved self perish at the mere thought.
he's given a brief respite as his leg is guided up and over milo's shoulder letting out a long exhale that turns shuddery as those full lips drift over to the inside of his thigh, pressing the same kind of languid kiss that they'd shared, now against his skin, tongue darting out to taste him, and oh. there's milo's fingers again, stroking him nice and steadily, keeping him ready, the head of his cock pink and swollen and leaking prettily.
mat swallows hard and lifts his head, looking more than a little blissed out, but still keen to look at milo, with his bright eyes and his rosy cheeks and his hand still moving rhythmically and. and. gods. the question leaves his head practically spinning, and mat's lips part as though to speak once, twice, maybe even three times before he manages: ) I โ I. Yes, I โ want you to.
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Date: 2019-08-11 08:00 pm (UTC)Good. You โ you don't need to warn me, okay? But it's also okay if you do.
[ his laughter is muffled against all that fair skin, his forehead pressed against mat's abdomen. he's essentially given him permission to come down his throat without saying it in so many dirty words so as not to completely startle him.
though, he is giving this boy head as they speak so perhaps all sense of priority should be thrown out the window.
there's heat behind his eyes but also a world of adoration because he can't believe he has this beautiful boy spread out before him, that he's the one who gets to hear those noises, the way his name falls from those pouting lips. milo lowers his head to take him in again, enjoying the weight on his tongue, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks and pulls himself up. with lowered lashes, he's determined to finish this, to see him unravel. ]
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Date: 2019-09-27 09:54 pm (UTC)Okay, Milo.
( even if mat is barely cognizant of what he's saying okay to, just that those soft puffs of laughter against his skin tickle and that milo's forehead pressed against his stomach feels so warm, just like the warmth behind his gaze as milo looks up at him, so strong that mat thinks he might just melt here and now.
he's spent so much time in the past few weeks being unsure of himself, missing so many things and afraid of what those things may be โ but mat can't think of any of that now, can only lose himself in the feeling of milo's tongue against him, the drag of his lips as he lowers his head, the way he salivates around him, bobbing his head up and down, the feeling coiled deep in his belly tightening and burning white hot until he can't take it anymore, coming undone, with a final, frantic gasp of milo's name, fingers grasping at curly strands of dark hair, seeing nothing but white, white, white and he's not sure if it's from the snow zigzagging through the room or from the overwhelming sensation washing over him but it doesn't matter because he feels like he's floating now, too caught up in milo ...
when it's all said and done, mat flops back against the sheets, panting softly, vaguely trying to regain himself but content to ride this high he's certain he'd like to ride forever. )
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Date: 2019-09-29 04:33 pm (UTC)the tug of his hair leaves a delicious sting over his scalp and he savors the sounds of his name filling the room, mingling with all this snow that seems to make his room brighter when the sun hits the flakes.
opening his eyes wide, he watches mat as he comes, heat filling his mouth for a moment before he pulls off and swallows without hesitation, using the back of his hand to wipe the mix of cum and drool from his chin and around his lips as some attempt to tidy himself. but milo looks just as disheveled, overheated yet covered in snowflakes ]
Mat ....
[ his voice almost sounds hoarse and he gently slides his hand up under the other boy's shirt, the rest of his body following him up as he hovers over mathias on the bed. his grin is dazed, a little crooked, as he leans in to kiss his cheek. ]
You're beautiful, Mat. [ and he means it, reaching up to brush his dainty fingers through silvery strands of hair, pushing them away from his eyes so he can properly look at that enchanting blue. ] You okay?
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Date: 2019-12-01 08:14 pm (UTC)and then there's milo, this boy who is warmth personified, who touches him so tenderly as he settles above him, and the sound of his name, breathed so softly, makes mathias blink his eyes open slowly, blue eyes bright and practically awestruck as he looks up at the boy before him. it threatens to overwhelm him, the feeling that bubbles in his chest and tightens in his throat as he takes in that crooked smile, relishes in the tender press of lips against his cheek, the slow drag of fingers against his scalp to brush his hair from his eyes, cheeks flushed. )
I'm okay, ( mathias can finally reply, meeting milo's gaze. with another shaky inhale as he settles, his arms wind around the other boy, palms against his shoulder blades. there's wonderment, nearly disbelief in his voice as he breathes out: ) Oh, my gods, Milo ...
( and it all hits him hard and suddenly, the rush of emotions that have flooded over him in the past few hours, and โ a short, giddy little laugh leaves him, his arms tightening around milo and a leg hooking over his waist, cutting himself off with a kiss stolen against his lips. again and again, he kisses him, punctuated with quiet, reverent utterances of his name, ) Milo โ Milo โ you're so โ Gods โ
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Date: 2019-12-02 01:59 am (UTC)with a soft laugh, he settles over him, lets mathias pull him even closer with all his limbs. the two of them keep touching each other, giddy with warmth and affection. milo is hard in his jeans and it doesn't help having the pressure of the heavy fabric on him, the outline pressing insistingly against mat's thigh. but it isn't about him. it's not about him because he initiated this to get this boy out of his own head. so much has happened in less than ten hours, after all, and all he wants to do is spend the rest of their waking hours making sure he feels good. ]
I'm so what?
[ milo giggles and returns each kiss eagerly, only pausing to slow mat down with the curl of his tongue against his lips, gently nudging the other's mouth open so he can kiss him slowly, almost seductively. ] I'm so what, Mat?
[ he's breathless too, round cheeks all pink as he gently grazes his hand over the other's bare side. it's all a tease and he doesn't expect a response right away, though he is curious about what else he wants to do today. ]
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Date: 2020-01-05 08:18 pm (UTC)with his fingertips dragging against milo's shoulder blades, leg hooked around his waist, and mouth claimed by the other boy's with languid kisses, slow drags of tongues that make his lips part obediently, leave mat whimpering a little โ or maybe that's just the question that milo asks, repeats again when he doesn't get a coherent answer. his cheeks grow warm all over again, as though he didn't just come down this boy's throat, as though he isn't squirming against the insistent press of milo's cock against the crease of his thigh. )
You're so โ ( mat tries helplessly, pink and flushed and wanting nothing more than cover his face out of embarrassment. his fingertips drag uselessly down milo's back as he feels the trail of milo's hand up his side, mouth pressing another kiss against milo's grin, trying to diffuse that lopsided smile that disarms him so, trying to give him a moment to figure out how he could possibly describe everything that milo is in this moment ...
it doesn't work very well. ) I-I don't know how to say it!
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Date: 2020-01-12 11:41 pm (UTC)That's okay. I think I know what you mean now.
[ mat's hands are colder in comparison and he cannot help the shiver that travels down his spine, the more the other's hands explore each dip in his back and curve of his body.. ]
I'm glad you liked it, [ milo whispers, kissing the tip of his nose. then the apples of his cheeks, then the middle of his forehead. they're sweet, tender things, meant to help mat settle once more. ]
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Date: 2020-01-19 07:55 pm (UTC)still, he tries, urged on by that little shiver beneath his fingertips that gives mat some strange sense of pleasure and pride at knowing that he's the one that made it happen, and it's ... something that mat wants to experience again. )
I liked it so much, ( mat murmurs as those tender kisses are placed so carefully all over his face, lids fluttering closed contentedly, fingers dragging down milo's back from their place at his shoulder blades, tracing along his spine, dipping just barely to the top of his jeans before drifting upwards again. he's far too aware of the press of milo's hardness against his thigh, unable to repress the warmth that's spreading down his neck, his chest, as he blinks his eyes open again, hips squirming a little as they rise instinctively to meet milo's. )
Milo, what about ... what about you? ( and he swallows hard, tries not to avert his gaze like he'd very much like to. ) I want to โ I want you โ you should โ
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Date: 2020-01-31 02:06 am (UTC)[ there is a thought making its way from mat's brain to the rest of his body and milo feels delighted simply watching as he processes this information, the little touches that become bolder, the way this boy squirms a little underneath the weight of his own body. his eyebrows briefly disappear beneath dark blue hair and he lightly touches his boy's cheek with the backs of his fingers, stroking the soft, pale skin. ]
Wh โ [ he licks his lips. relieving himself is the clearest option in his head because his instincts tell him that mat isn't quite so experienced. but with the way he's blushing and the way he tries to hold his gaze โ it's enough to make milo pause and consider what he's going for here. ]
What else do you want us to do?
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Date: 2020-02-22 08:40 pm (UTC)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 โ 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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Date: 2020-03-03 02:35 am (UTC)I โ I definitely want to have sex with you, [ he groans against mat's mouth. ] Just. Just gimme one sโ
[ 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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Date: 2020-03-09 01:18 am (UTC)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 โ
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 โ 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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Date: 2020-03-16 06:26 am (UTC)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 โโ it's meaningful. he wants to make this good for him. ]
I'll help you โย help you prepare, [ he stammers quietly. ]
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Date: 2020-06-13 05:32 pm (UTC)he bites the inside of his cheek once milo says okay, like it's the simplest thing in the world โ 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 โ
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 โ which maybe they are, and that feels so right, too. )
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Date: 2020-06-19 06:12 am (UTC)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. ]