Page 91 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

He couldn’t stop saying his name. Singing it. Moaning it like a prayer while Grievance worshiped his cock. And he’d been right; it only took a few powerful pulls with his mouth, and Milo was spilling down his throat.

Milo’s body seized, and he hunched over. His mouth fell open, but no sound came out as he twitched and spasmed, cradling his mate’s head as bliss sent magic sparks shooting through his body.

Grievance let out a low, appreciative moan as Milo spilled in his mouth, his tongue licking the underside of Milo’s cock, coaxing out more cum.

Just when it became too much, he pulled off, his lips greedily taking that last pearly drop before letting Milo’s spent cock hang.

“Now I’m back to thinking your taste is my favorite.” Grievance hummed. “But fuck if I have to decide. I get to have all of you. So I don’t have to choose.”

Milo couldn’t even offer an affirming yes before he was spun once again, his head dizzy, eyes having difficulty focusing. An intense heat pressed against his hole, then a velvety soft pressure pushed forward.

“Oh fuck, Grievance ~” Milo said, throwing his hands back, stopping the Chimera’s hips. “Let—let me breathe for a second. Or I won’t be able to stand on my own.”

He felt a steaming breath against his skin as Grievance pressed his body against Milo’s.

“It’s a good thing I don’t need you to stand on your own. Just be a willing, good little mate. Can you do that?”

Oh fuck. Oh fuckety fuck.

Milo nodded. And in one motion, Grievance gripped Milo’s right leg behind the knee, lifting it and spreading him obscenely. Simultaneously, his left hand wrapped around Milo’s chest, practically lifting him off the shower floor. The tips of Milo’s toes still touched the tiled floor, but he was hardly bearing any of his own weight.

“Now. Deep breath in. Hold it for me.”

Milo obeyed, filling his lungs to capacity and holding it.

“Hold for one,” he licked Milo’s neck. “Two,” he bit his earlobe. “Three. And exhale.”

And as breath escaped Milo’s lungs, emptying his chest, a powerful heat pressed against his hole and pushed inside, filling his body in an entirely different way.

“Grievaaaaance~” Milo wailed, jerking in his mate’s hold. He couldn’t help it. It was so thick, so hot; his body’s natural reaction was to push away, to reconsider.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

Milo melted at the reassuring, tender way Grievance whispered into his hair. He reached back, holding onto his mate’s neck for support as Grievance pushed inside him. With a final grunt, Grievance’s hips smacked against Milo’s ass, his cock fully buried in Milo’s body.

“So good, my little witch. Taking me from this angle. I can reach so deep inside you. Makes me want to⁠—”

He stopped himself.

Milo turned his head, capturing his mate’s mouth for a slow, wet kiss. When they broke apart, gasping into each other’s parted lips, Milo locked eyes with the Chimera. With those honey-brown pools flecked with specks of peridot.

“You want to breed me?” Milo whispered, then promptly let out a whimper as Grievance’s cock pulsed, hard, inside of him. “Mmm, yeah? You want to fill me with your cum? You want me to carry your pups?”

Grievance was shaking behind him, and Milo knew it wasn’t from holding his weight. But rather, holding back the instinct to mate. To breed. To do what was impossible between two men—but it didn’t stop Grievance, his wild Chimera, from wanting it anyway.

Milo knew Grievance was sensitive about the topic of breeding.

Even though they shared a sex, and reproduction was impossible anyway, Grievance still carried a heavy blanket of shame for the fact that he was sterile.

Milo had reassured him countless times that this did not bother him, and he still thought Grievance was the most handsome, incredible man he’d ever met.

But a thousand years of being chased away and abused by members of his own kind didn’t disappear overnight.

It was moments like these, when their hearts beat as one, and their bodies called to each other, that Milo gave Grievance permission to live that fantasy. To let himself fall into that wild call to mate, to reproduce—even if it wasn’t real. Letting Grievance feel those emotions mattered to him.

And fuck. Milo would be a grave-stone-faced liar if he didn’t admit that he fucking loved it. That it made him so fucking horny he could hardly stand himself. The idea of being filled, of being impregnated by his mate—yeah, maybe that was something he’d have to unpack in therapy later. But for now…

“Grievance,” Milo breathed while his mate hesitated, unsure if this was okay. “I want you to fill my womb and give me your pups.”