Hugo for the first time feeling comfident about his actions, and this time he’s not even drunk. He knows Mat just as good as all other dads in his neighborhood, so he’s not really being unsure about going all in.

The man continues to kiss the other with a passion, hands moving on his back, quiet growls escaping his throat. Eyes closed, cheeks red from the tension. And pants are tight. Mat obviously noticing that Hugo needs it. Needs it right now.