Page 13 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

“Would you like me to use this tongue… somewhere else?” Grievance asked, and he was gasping now, chest heaving, body pressing tighter to Milo’s. Hands reached down to Milo’s ass, sliding into his crease until a finger pressed against Milo’s hole. “Here perhaps?”

Milo was past words. He was pretty sure Grievance had sucked them directly from his mouth. All he could do was let out the most pathetic whimper as he pushed back onto that finger, trying desperately to work it inside where he needed it.

But that finger withdrew the second Milo tried to apply any more pressure. He let out a frustrated groan, balling up a fist and slamming it weakly into Grievance’s chest.

“Stop teasing… I can’t take any more. Please… I need you so bad.”

Milo was on the verge of tears, the edging breaking him more than Grievance’s bruising grip ever could.

“Soon, my witch. I promise. But I need to mark you one more time.” He pressed a light kiss to Milo’s lips, almost apologetic. “Where would you like it?”

And Milo must have been a fucking sadist, because he wasn’t sure what possessed him to lift one knee, opening himself.

“Here,” he panted, rubbing at the delicate skin of his inner thigh.

Grievance touched that spot, his hand so close to finally stroking Milo’s pleading cock that he moaned in despair.

“Patience,” Grievance growled. “If I can resist the need to force my way into your petite body before you’ve been adequately prepared, you can endure my touch a few minutes longer.”

“Fine,” Milo ground out. “Just. Hurry.”

Grievance fell to his knees in the shower, and Milo couldn’t help but admire the sight. It was a bit comical, given how massive Grievance was in the tiny shower. Standing broadside, his shoulders barely fit.

Milo ran his hands through those long, wet strands. Grievance closed his eyes, humming as Milo played with his hair. Just like on the night they met.

“You’re beautiful. Have I told you that before?” Milo asked.

And he was definitely sex drunk because, of course, he’d told him that. But suddenly, it felt like he could spend the rest of his life telling Grievance how handsome he was. And it wouldn’t be enough.

“Mmm, not as breathtaking as you.” Grievance looked up at Milo like a prophet might to a god. “Just… look at you.”

Grievance ran his hands all the way from Milo’s throat, tracing a line down his chest, circling his pebbled nipples, down his flat stomach, before stopping just short of touching Milo’s erect, leaking shaft.

“Such a perfect body. Makes me want to leave my mark on every inch of you.” In a flash, he grabbed Milo behind the knee, lifting his leg and opening him wide. “Let’s start right here.”

Milo raised his fist to his mouth, biting down on his knuckles as Grievance latched onto the inside of his thigh. His beard scraped deliciously against the sensitive skin while his tongue traced over the spot, savoring it before he laid claim.

And fuck, Grievance claimed him. He sucked hard, the pull strong enough to make Milo’s breath catch. In between each suck, he added teeth, inflicting sharp bites. Back and forth in the same tender spot until Milo’s thighs were shaking and he was doing everything in his power to keep from shoving Grievance off when⁠—

A massive hand grabbed ahold of Milo’s desperate cock, giving it a firm, punishing stroke. Milo groaned, the pleasure conflicting with the pain so hard it made him dizzy. The Chimera continued to stroke Milo’s cock, guiding him through the pain until finally… it was over.

Tears of relief fell from Milo’s eyes, joining the spray of the shower as his mate detached from his leg. Milo dared to look down and groaned at the bright red spot already forming there.

Grievance rose and placed a tender kiss on Milo’s knuckles, which he hadn’t realized he’d bitten almost hard enough to break the skin.

“You did so well.”

“Grievance, please… I can’t wait anymore. I need⁠—”

“I know what you need, my sweet mate,” Grievance growled. “And I’m going to give it to you until you beg me to stop.”

He spun Milo, pushing a hand to his back until he bent forward, both hands braced on the shower wall. Grievance leaned over him, placing both his hands on top of Milo’s as though cementing them there.

“Do not move these hands until I tell you to,” he growled into Milo’s ear.

“I—I won’t,” Milo gasped, shaking with anticipation. With need. With the mind-numbing promise being made to him in the form of Grievance’s massive length throbbing against his ass, leaking so much pre-cum, Milo couldn’t imagine how much lay in wait, trapped in his heavy sack.

Fuck, I want him to spill it inside me. Fill me up until I swell.