Rowan nodded, though he didn’t quite understand what Milo meant until he felt a tug at the hole, and then Milo tore the shirt in two right down its center.
That was one way to get it mostly off of him.
Milo thrust up harder,faster. Their positioning aligned his mouth perfectly with Rowan’s chest, and in one of the brief moments when Milo didn’t have his eyes locked on Rowan’s like he was making a meal of Rowan’s reactions as much as he had his ass, Milo seemed to notice the proximity of Rowan’s nipples and moved to devour them too.
And he was still vibrating his tongue.
“Ah! Milo!”
The only thing Rowan wasn’t sure of was where to put his hands. He clutched back at the wall. Down at Milo’s shoulders. But with Milo leaning forward like he was, Rowan had to move his hands into Milo’s hair, something he knew Milo liked, and twisted his fingers in the strands, lightly tugging.
Milo snapped away from suckling Rowan’s nipples with a whiney growl.
“Do you feel that?” Rowan asked.
“Of course.” Milo slowed his momentum, though not his persistent depth inside of Rowan.
It wouldn’t have been “of course” a week ago. The few days that had passed felt more like months, since it had changed Rowan’s perspective on all the time with Milo before then. “Tell me…howit feels to you. HowIfeel to you.”
Milo smiled.
Rowan was close, so close that he wasn’t sure if he could make it through to the end of Milo’s answer, but he wanted to try. He kept twitching and tugging and carding his fingers through Milo’s locks to inspire him.
“I-i-it’s… a tingle? Like electrical surges.” Milo might as well have been purring as he continued, “Especially when you tugharder.”
Rowan did, no harsher than he would have with a human man, but more than he might have without permission.
“Yes,” Milo moaned. His pace was quickening again, like he was close too. “It’s also… warm… like happiness encapsulated in a summer day. Your ass is warm and tingly too.”
Rowan erupted with a snort despite himself, as the heat within him was building in answer to Milo’s descriptions.
“Your hole is marvelous. Like an embrace… holding the core of me almost too tightly… and spreading everywhere with each clench of your pleasure echoing to me… and making me want tonever… ever…” Milo’s eyes flashed almost cerulean blue. “…let you go.”
Rowan came with a sudden grunt, cock caught between them, rubbing up and down along Milo’s pecs, and spurted right up Milo’s long, lovely neck. Milo had barely touched him, just let natural friction do its job.
He was also not done thrusting.
It was like a race to join Rowan after that, thud, thud,thuddinghim against the wall. Milo didn’t sweat, but his hair was mussed from Rowan’s tugging, lips shiny and red—and cheeks shiny too from Rowan’s earlier prerelease—that when Milo finally,finallyspilled, all Rowan could think about besides the heat filling him was how much more of Milo he wanted to paint with precome the next time.
Milo let Rowan sink into his arms, never once worrying him that he would lose his grip. He just held Rowan until he was softened enough to pull free. Sore as Rowan was from being folded and so thoroughly wrecked, he felt nothing but bliss amid a few aches when Milo lowered him back to his feet and leaned up to seal their glorious act with a kiss.
A week.
It had only been a week.
It had been months of Rowan’s one-sided infatuation, doomed as it had been, but even that had only been surface level. This was different. This was as real as Milo, because Rowan liked the person Milo was proving to be more than just the lines of his body, his pale, pretty coloring and pouty lips, or his dark eyelashes and brows in contrast to his platinum hair. Rowan still liked all those things,lovedthem, but now, he also liked Milo’s smile, and the light, the real light, not just the glow from his parts, that filled Milo’s eyes when he was as happy as he looked as he pulled from their kiss.
Rowan liked it all so much. He loved it. He…loved…
“Ow!” Milo’s startled exclamation surprised them both, and their eyes inevitably drifted to the floor.
Spot had done it again.
Which was both more and less aggravating with those googly eyes staring back at them. The tiny bot was so much like an interrupting puppy, Rowan had to wonder if she was somehow more alive than she should have been having them as her parents.
Not that they were Spot’s parents!
Although, technically…
