“Yes!” Milo pulled up with his eyes wild, more like an animal’s glowing in the dark from headlights shining on them than a bot’s. They were so beautiful like that, still with their shifting gears and inhuman brightness. Inhuman or not, Milo’s eyes were one of the most beautiful things about him.
“Your eyes are beautiful, Milo,” Rowan said aloud, as Milo sat up taller to tear his jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh. He froze like that, perfect pink prick on display and hands clutching the fabric.
“They are? You don’t prefer it when they’re covered?”
“What?No.” The hand Rowan had in Milo’s hair had fallen when Milo sat taller, but Rowan returned it to cup Milo’s cheek, purposely running his thumb beneath one of those silvery eyes. “The sunglasses make being in public easier, but you are beautiful, Milo, just the way you are.”
If possible, Milo looked more beautiful with the expression that lit up his face.
He tore Rowan’s slacks open, nearly popping the button, and proceeded to lift Rowan from the chair with one hand so the other could pull down his pants and underwear too. Milo's uncanny strength was surprisingly stimulating since it was usually reserved for protection mode or very different heavy lifting.
Milo dropped the now half-naked Rowan back onto his chair with a soft bounce and didn’t even attempt to remove either of their shirts before aligning himself to sit on Rowan’s waiting cock.
“Oh…!Rowan.”
Rowan would never scoff at a bot’s natural lube production or that Milo was built to stretch exactly the amount he most enjoyed and needed, but as incredible as it felt to be entering Milo’s heat, so different from how it had ever felt before, he wasn’t focused onhisenjoyment. He was caught up in Milo’s—in his expression as he experienced something new and wonderful to him.
This being different was what mattered, like the ecstasy on Milo’s face that was no fabrication, no mere output from programming. It couldn’t be. His face, his words and noises of pleasure as he sat back, slowly engulfing Rowan, were all unmistakablyhuman.
Because this was Milo’s real first time, and Rowan was the one giving it to him.
Notes:
Yeah, he is. ^_- Hurry up and read the next chapter! (it’s already waiting for you XD)
18
Notes:
The exciting CUMclusion! (ahaha I crack myself up XD)
MILO
“Oh…!Rowan.”
The sensations flooding Milo were ten times as intense as when Rowan’s mouth had been on him. That had been incredible enough, but now…now… Milo was taking Rowan inside of him, making them one being for the duration of their connection, and he had never, not in all his short time being alive, felt sohappy.
The moan that left him once he was seated fully upon Rowan, with the great girth of him pulsing inside Milo, was something Milo’s knowledge base could only describe as primal.
Although part of a now defunct theory from earlier human history, Milo believed this was what was referred to as his "lizard brain" taking the lead. He was hardly going to deny it its due and surrendered completely, allowing himself to simply feel. Every rock upon Rowan's cock as Milo was held by him with those large, warm hands clinging tightly around his waist sent shocking pleasure through his systems.
WARNING: Initializing of sensations most often associated with high levels of intox—
Milo was not drunk, other than being drunk on Rowan and wanting to continue to consume and connect with him in every way possible. He filed that away as another new normal for his systems to accept—and enjoy.
In a fit of desperate need for more, Milo tore his shirt off over his head and grabbed hold of Rowan’s hands to move them to his chest. “Touch me! Please! Touch me everywhere while you’re inside me, Rowan!”
Rowan’s eyes flashed as though his might have been mechanical in that moment. He raked his hands up the length of Milo’s slender torso, caressing over his pecs and up his neck, with one hand reaching for his face again, for the back of his head that he cradled, urging Milo down for another kiss.
They were connected in so many places, so many ways, from touch to tongue to Milo’s sensitive insides, and experiencing it all at once was setting Milo aflame. He knew he wasn’t truly overheating, but it was all so new, so real, so wonderful. Sensory input was translating throughout his circuits into wave after wave of pure pleasure.
As Rowan’s nails scratched across Milo’s scalp again, holding his head like before while they kissed—which Milo loved—he ran his other hand back down, over Milo’s pecs and nipples and navel, around his lower back briefly to tug him closer—
“Ah!”
“Sorry! Does your back still—”
“Do that again,” Milo demanded in a low, roughened voice he was not used to using.
