Page 151 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

“That’s it. Keep going,” Grievance said, and thrust in again. And again.

He picked up a steady rhythm, holding Milo’s legs up as he fucked into his body. Milo gasped, his body folded in such a way he couldn’t fully take a breath. Not that he needed air. He didn’t need air, food— fuck, he didn’t even need gravity. All he needed was for this man to fuck him so good his body ached with the memory of it for days.

But when his head truly began to grow light from lack of oxygen, Grievance let go of his legs, letting them fall open and his spine flatten back out. All the while, Grievance kept punishing his hole. Pulling out slowly. Slamming in hard. Fucking him fast, his balls slapping Milo’s cheeks with a sharp staccato until Milo saw stars, before slowing back down to a gentle, massaging fuck.

On and on he continued taking Milo on this ride, with ups and downs, and stops and starts. Milo was a panting mess on the grass, his cock back to life and leaking onto his stomach, his mouth open and drool escaping his lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

“Look at you,” Grievance said, looming over him, his hands planted in the grass on either side of Milo’s head. “You’re a fucking mess.”

He bent down, licking some of the drool from Milo’s cheek and returning it to his mouth, where he sucked on his tongue.

“Only I get to see the famous Healer Pembrooke this way,” Grievance said, slamming his hips hard, making loud, wet sounds echo obscenely around them. “I fucking love it.”

“P-please,” Milo said, eyes half-lidded, voice raw. “Please. Make me cum again. I need to cum again, or I’ll die.”

Milo didn’t have strength enough to even lift his hands and stroke himself; they rested above his head now, uselessly limp in the grass where Grievance had pinned them there minutes ago.

How long had they been going? It felt like Grievance’s stamina could go on forever. Milo’s body felt like playdough. Heavy and ready to be molded by big, strong hands.

“Yeees,” Grievance growled. “That’s my good little mate. Taking me so well.” He licked the length of Milo’s neck, ending with a sharp bite to his ear. Milo whimpered. “I’ll make you cum again; I want to feel this incredible body clench around my cock.”

Milo gasped as Grievance pulled himself free of his ass. Milo hated this, the empty, vulnerable feeling that came with being left so open like this. Grievance did not leave him long. He picked up Milo, pressing their fronts together and taking him in a brutal kiss. And Milo kissed him, even as twin tears ran down his cheeks, from the overwhelming sensations of it all.

“Not done with you yet,” Grievance whispered against his lips.

The next second, the world spun as Milo was twisted, his back now pressed against Grievance’s muscled chest. His mate picked him up by the backs of his thighs, spreading Milo, lifting him⁠—

“NNNNG!” Milo groaned through clenched teeth as Grievance lowered Milo onto his raging erection. Milo sank lower and lower until he was seated on his mate’s lap, completely impaled on his cock.

“Now I can take you and reach this.”

Milo felt teeth clamp around the sensitive junction between his neck and shoulder. Right over his barely healed mating mark. He didn’t bite hard, just hard enough to hold on, but Milo still hissed as teeth gripped the bruised skin.

Grievance rose to his knees, holding Milo with him and…

“Fuck Grievance! Fuck fuck fuck!” Milo said as Grievance began a merciless pace, slamming hard into his body. Milo reached behind him, hanging onto Grievance’s neck for dear life as Grievance fucked him, using him like a cock sleeve. Milo’s own erection bobbed up and down in front of him, leaking pre-cum.

From this angle, with each bottom-out going so deep, Milo swore he saw a bulge appear just below his navel; his prostate was getting rubbed with delicious pressure each time.

“Grievance~!” Milo cried as orgasm came racing towards him, tightening in his belly and drawing up his balls. His mate didn’t slow, and Milo felt the Chimera’s cock thicken inside him, the way it did right before⁠—

Milo let out a long, drawn-out moan, his cock spurting his milky release onto the grass as he came, completely untouched. Grievance’s pace stuttered a moment, and Milo felt his arms shake as he held him.

“Yes. Just like that. Fuck you’re clenching me so hard.”

Milo felt himself fall forward as he was pressed to the cool grass, his sensitive cock now pinned beneath his body as Grievance followed him down, fucking him from behind. Milo’s fingers dug into the strands of grass, pulling them up from their roots as he desperately sought to cling to something. Anything. His entire body shook every time Grievance’s hips met his ass, pounding him into the ground.

“Oh, my mate. I’m going to fill you up so good.”

A few more deep plunges into his body were all it took before Grievance growled into his ear. He thrust a final time, spilling his seed at the deepest point he could reach. Milo felt each pulse of his hot release. His thick cum warmed him from the inside.

“That’s right. Take it. Take it until you’re bursting with my pups,” Grievance growled, punching his hips up a couple more times, as though to ensure Milo took every last drop.

And it was definitely the post orgasm bliss flooding his brain, but for one crazy second Milo thought…

I would. If my body were made to carry your pups. I would do it, my mate. I’d carry them, and welcome them into our family.

But of course that was the sex-addled part of his brain talking.