“Milo, are you still feeling… drunk?”
“No, Rowan. Not anymore. All systems are normal.” Milo tilted his head, smiling when Rowan’s eyes met his.
Milo knew this sensation. While it had been very different in the past when Rowan's orders for them to become intimate had initiated the response, filling Milo's member with fluid and hardening it in perfect facsimile to a human erection, he had felt no accompanying, well, anything. There had only been acknowledgment of orders followed and parts functioning correctly. Now there was no order. There was simply warmth,heat, and a strange new tingling sensation that seemed to take over, as if his member had a mind of its own now and had ordered itself to ripen.
“I am also at the start of arousal,” Milo finished.
“Fuck.” Rowan closed his eyes for a moment but didn’t pull away, allowing Milo to bring his hand over Milo’s clothed erection. Rowan palmed it, squeezing gently.
Milo moaned louder, with a wonderful heat growing inside him that had nothing to do with malfunctioning parts. He was starting to recognize this specific heat as the precursor and accompaniment to arousal and encouraged Rowan to squeeze him again with plaintive presses from his hand.
Rowan obeyed, and Milo couldn’t stifle the chorus of sounds that left him.
“Mmm, Rowan… no wonder you make such lovely noises when I touch you.”
Rowan laughed, but it didn’t seem as though anything was funny. “Your noises aren’t half bad either. Milo… would you like to experience what it feels like when you help me… relax?”
“You would do that for me?” Milo asked. A simple touch over cloth was thrilling. He could hardly process the idea of what Rowan’s bare hand and mouth on him might feel like.
“If you want me to,” Rowan said.
“Yes! Oh, please, yes.”
There was reticence in Rowan’s expression, which was strange to Milo, because Rowan had never acted this way toward sexual acts together before. But then Milo could not enjoy them before.
“If you are concerned about providing the pleasure I desire, Rowan, I am certain you have nothing to worry about.”
Again, Rowan laughed. He placed Milo’s hands on the sofa, returning with both of his to grip the waistband of Milo’s underwear and drag them down his legs, all the way off, until he dropped them to the floor.
Milo was at full arousal, and from sensory input alone, not direction, not a command. He didn’t need to breathe, and yet he panted in anticipation as Rowan bent over him… and sucked Milo’s member into his mouth.
“Oh.”
Milo’s ocular input must have glitched because something like sparks danced across his vision. The heat grew in intensity, not only where Rowan’s mouth descended, but deep inside Milo. In the past, whenever he finished as a human man finished, it was merely a response to Rowan finishing, an echo to appease his master.
For the first time, Milo could feel his body wanting to finish of its own volition, and the more Rowan sucked and stroked with his tongue, bobbing his head to take Milo deeper down his throat, the hotter Milo’s insides felt until he clutched the sofa cushions beneath him. He choked on a cry much lower than a moan and came between Rowan’s lips without meaning to.
“Oh, Master! I am so sorry!”
Rowan coughed as he swallowed the release. It wasn’t toxic, perfectly safe for him to ingest, but Milo should not have done that without warning him first.
“I am so sorry,” Milo said again with a lowering of his eyes, not daring to look at Rowan now.
“It’s okay,” Rowan said, coaxing Milo’s chin up. He had wiped his mouth, but his lips were shiny, and knowing Milo was the cause of that shimmer, the flush to Rowan’s cheeks, and his dilated pupils, produced a fresh pulse of heat inside Milo, and his cock twitched where it had begun to grow soft.
“You are built for stamina,” Rowan said with a tender stroke down Milo’s length, and it jumped again in response.
“No wonder you ask to relax so often.”
Rowan’s cheeks flushed darker, and he huffed with something like embarrassment, though he didn’t counter Milo. “I’m glad you enjoyed that, but remember… I’m not your master anymore. I’m just Rowan.”
Milo hadn’t realized he’d said it again, it was just so ingrained in his programing to call this man Master. “Shall I give you pleasure now?”
A cringe was not the response Milo expected. “Milo, listen—”
“I want to! Please?”
Rowan was still aroused, very aroused, Milo could tell, and when their eyes met, whatever dissention was warring within Rowan lost the battle. With a surge forward, he grabbed Milo by the sides of his head and kissed him.
