Page 86 of Shifter Omegaverse AU

“Is the dildo the gift?

Milo’s lip quirked up for a second before falling back into a straight line. “No, I…” Milo’s fingers flexed around the box before they let out a huff and marched with a surprising amount of purpose over to the bed. “Okay, so, here’s the thing. I was thinking about everything you’ve told me about touch, and how you seem able to touch my leg through pants, and how on Wednesday you held me down by touching me through my shirt. It made me start to wonder if you’d be able to touch other parts of me with other parts of you if they were covered with clothing. So…”

Milo turned around and bent over the bed, flipping the skirt of their black poodle dress up over their back to reveal…

Quite possibly the sexiest thing Rowan had ever seen

They were wearing a pair of tight black boxer briefs, but part of the back was missing. It provided more coverage than a jock strap, still covering most of their lusciously round cheeks and upper thighs, but the hole was more than big enough for activities.

“Of course, you could also keep your boxers on and use the flap in front? I just didn’t want you to feel like it was all on you to figure out.” Milo peered back over their shoulder, their cheeks bright red. “I’m sorry if this is way overstepping or too forward, or if this is totally not what you wanted to do this weekend. I—”

“Will you get yourself ready for me?” Rowan asked, his fingers aching to grab Milo by their thin hips and put their sexy underwear to good use.

Milo’s mouth fell open, like they hadn’t expected their plan to work. “Y-yeah. Yes. Totally. I can absolutely, most definitely do that,” they said, scrambling for the dilators, practically ripping the case open, and grabbing the lube.

With impressive speed, Milo flipped onto their back and managed to work their way through the first two dilators in the time it took Rowan to get his jeans off. He removed his hoodie, which he always liked to wear in the car so he could crank the A/C while driving, but left his t-shirt on.

He kept his eyes fixed on where Milo was now pressing the light blue dilator into themselves and nearly walked into the side of his desk. He shifted his focus for just a moment to tug open his backpack. “I’m going to wear a condom.”

“I have updated test results, and I’m negative for everything if you don’t want—oh,” Milo said, their hand stilling. “Does the condom help with sensory stuff? Totally fine either way; I just didn’t even think of that.”

“It does,” Rowan said, grabbing a roll of condoms before retrieving his phone from the pocket of his jeans. “But I have results, too. Here.”

He pulled up his screenshots and walked over to the bed, kicking his jeans out of the way. Milo craned their neck to look at the results and then swiveled their head back and forth.

“I’m not entirely sure where my phone is…” Rowan was pretty sure they’d left in the kitchen. “I can go get—”

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I trust you.”

Milo nodded before returning to the task at hand.

Rowan put his phone on the nightstand to charge and hustled into the bathroom to get a large towel. There was one other pair of sheets in the cabin, but if he could save them the hassle by laying down a towel, he would. Obviously, he should have thought of that before Milo started, but they’d been pretty careful to keep the used dilators contained in a pile next to their hip.

By the time Milo switched out the orange dilator, the towel was set up, and Rowan was holding his condom sheathed erection in his hand. Sometimes speed was key for him, and although Milo’s plan sounded great, there was still a chance his body wouldn’t like it, so he wanted to get as much out of this as he could.

“If I need to stop, would you like me to keep going with that?” Rowan asked, nodding to the dilator in Milo’s hand.

Milo’s gaze drifted to the gift-wrapped dildo before snapping back up to Rowan’s face. “You don’t have—”

Rowan grabbed the box and tore it open, raining purple sparkly paper down on the floor. The dildo was, of course, also sparkly purple, and based on the brief glimpse he got of the box, it seemed like it came charged and “ready to knot!”

“Oh, okay,” Milo said, their pupils nearly eclipsing the gray in their eyes. “That sounds like a plan to me.”

“You’re so good with plans, baby,” Rowan said, and he actually meant it, even if he couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face.

“Yeah, well,” Milo said, their cheeks flushed and breath coming in jagged gulps.

Rowan couldn’t focus too hard on how unbelievably sexy they looked or the lewd way their hole tried to hold onto the dilator every time they pulled it out. He was barely able to contain his alpha instincts to rut and fuck, but those often got him in trouble with the other part of himself that was busy worrying about what the fabric of Milo’s dress was going to feel like and if he would hate it.

“Rowan,” Milo whined, and Rowan forced his attention back to his baby. “I’m ready. P-please.”

Before Rowan could ask if maybe Milo should retake their earlier position, Milo yanked the orange dilator out, placed it on the towel, and flipped over. They had to wiggle their hips a little to get into position, and Rowan’s hawk let out an excited kee-aww at their gorgeous mate presenting for him.

Obviously, they weren’t getting ready to mate, but one day, they would be. He was sure of that now.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rowan murmured as he got into position behind Milo.

“Thank you,” Milo said, arching their back in a way that was pure sin.