INVICTUS

:’)) much love, always. 

his body reconnected with the others shortly thereafter as he allowed the form of his full lips and the shape of his eyebrows to transform, eliciting a bit of a  reactionary smug facade. he immediately turned towards milez, making contact with his two toned eyes before chuckling solemnly. “yeah?” he asked. “it’s kinda sexy, right?” he teased, his fingertips coursing to comb through his wild and seemingly sunkissed mane. he peeled the corners of his lips backwards as he felt the others hold onto him and closed his eyes as he melted into his distinctive touch. it’d been about a month. a month into milo’s twenty second year, and a month into his relationship with milez, and quite frankly. milo was content. he didn’t know what to expect within the bounds of his relationship, especially considering he wasn’t so keen on the rules of monogamy either, but he felt as if they were doing a pretty solid job for a first timer. the soft clear blue’s became a hidden treasure under his eyelids as he leaned upwards to make contact with his boyfriend’s lips, a wave of calm riddling it’s way through his core. his fingertips darted, drawing ‘x’s and o’s’ along the area his head used to be. “i’d like that.” he mumbled against his chest, placing a small kiss right above his nipple. “blanket hog and proud, babe—i’ll be your blanket.” he mused. 

his fluttering eyelashes induced a bit of a tickling affect onto milez’ pectorals, at least until they fluttered completely open. milo arose in a low moan, his golden locks practically basking in the protruding warmth of the sun’s gracious light. he slept bare, his unclothed chest resting more on the others abdomen as he pushed himself off of the others body. the light skin on skin contact from his boyfriends’ fingertips to milo’s spine caused an involuntary hair raising reaction, one that he didn’t quite mind waking up to. besides, milez fingertips tickled and he was sure that he knew that by now. the younger of the two crinkled his nose, finding cloth to hold onto before strengthening his arm and supporting his upper half. his free hand raising to rub at his face. “good morning, babe.” he spoke, groggily. emitting a bit of a shallow chuckle. milo looked over at the hour on his phone which rested on the nightstand as shielded himself from the blinding light with an outwards stretch of his palm. “did you sleep well, sunshine?” he asked, rolling his bottom lip inwards. he kept himself pasted in the nook of milez arm as he bought his bare legs closer to the others, wrapping it around his waist in an act of possession. 

much love. 

the entire evening had been a little on the awkward and slightly uncomfortable side. like entering the cold after bathing in security and warmth. he took a chance on his invite. he danced with a stranger, did the extroverted thing, and it wasn’t like he regretted it. but it felt like it was time to go home now. he stood to his feet and did another sweep of the yacht. attempting to find something else he could get into before knowing for sure that he was ready. the blaring music had been a lot on his ears, and the large groups only made him feel smaller, but he was willing to scope it all out one more time before kissing it all goodbye. he was about to leave before noticing a particular raven haired boy on the dance floor. he looked familiar, inebriated, but familiar. he inhaled, sharply. mustering his courage before taking strides in his direction, patting his shoulder as he came in contact with him. “if i’m wrong, forgive me  but uh...hi— are you logan?” he asked, running his fingers through his sandy hair.