Page 74 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

And when Milo felt that familiar heat, quickly followed by a dull pressure, he couldn’t help but lift his legs with a delighted, mewling sound.

“I will never get used to how beautifully you crave my cock,” Grievance said. He paused at that delicate point just before his head breached Milo’s ring, holding him in that exquisite moment of stretch.

Milo couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. He was all heat and lust, dangling on a cliff’s edge, desperately needing to feel the fall. He couldn’t even beg properly, only gape with an open mouth, fingers clawing at Grievance’s back, locking eyes with his mate as needy tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Please.

“Yes. Right there. That face.” Grievance’s eyes roamed him a second longer. “I’ll never tire of seeing it.”

Then he pushed in, and that thick, swollen head breached Milo’s hole, his shaft entering the forbidden space beyond and burrowing deeper and deeper until⁠—

“Grievance~!” Milo found his voice. Shouting his mate’s name and clawing at his back as Grievance bottomed out in a single, powerful thrust, his coarse pubes tickling Milo’s cheeks. He, too, let out a guttural groan that turned into a rumble in his chest.

“Fuuuck,” he said after catching his breath. “And this body. It grabs onto me so tight.”

He pushed in harder, rolling Milo’s hips up and burying himself even deeper.

“Fuuuuck~” Milo mewled the same moment Grievance wrapped him in his arms.

“You take me so well. I can hardly believe it when I look at you every day. Yet here you are, sucking down my dick in that petite body of yours like it’s starved.”

“Mmmng~” Milo groaned unintelligibly. He was too full of cock to have the capacity for words. He couldn’t think. All he could do was feel—and right now he felt like he was being skewered alive with the Chimera’s hot, pulsing member buried in his ass up to his navel.

“Keep doing that,” Grievance said, his breath husky in Milo’s ear. “Keep making those sounds for me, baby.”

Then Grievance leaned back, grabbing Milo behind both knees and bringing his legs together, before damn near folding him in half.

Milo braced himself against the grass, hands going wide and fingers sinking in the earth as Grievance pulled out.

“Fuuuuck. I love the way your body clings to me. The way it doesn’t want me to leave.”

Then he thrust back in all at once with a loud smack as his hips met Milo’s ass.

“Ahhh~!” Milo yelled, bearing down on the thick length now sinking deeper than ever inside him.

“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.