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“Stay away from the toilets.” We kissed our way inside.
His back hit the wall, and I pressed him against it. That seemed to fuel him on more. I slid my thigh between his legs, and Milo instinctively rode it while my tongue plunged into his mouth. “I’m taking it you have supplies in the bag?” I asked.
“Yes. I decided since we’re having sex, I should always be prepared. Also, will you give me a hickey like I did you?”
I growled into his shoulder. “Fuck yes.” I wanted to give him everything. I kissed him there, then licked his neck before sucking skin into my mouth.
“Gid. Oh my Gooooood.” His nails dug into my shoulder before his hand slid up and into my hair. I wished we were already naked, that his hot skin was against mine. He gasped, panted, still rubbing on my thigh like he could get off this way. Honestly, he probably could.
I sucked harder, wondered if he could feel the blood rushing to the surface, wanted him to wear my mark proudly.
I pulled back when his hands traveled to my ass, trying to get underneath my jeans. “You’re all purple.” My lips pressed to the hickey with a soft kiss.
“Good. Can I fuck you now?”
“Hell yes.”
We were frantic with our clothes after that, ripping them off. When I went to drop mine to the floor, Milo grabbed them. “Don’t you dare!” He laid them across the top of the shelves he’d put in for toilet paper and other supplies.
Milo opened his bag, which was there too, and pulled out a small container of lube and a condom.
“Over here.” I stood in front of the sink, ass out, holding on to the cool porcelain and looking into the mirror.
“Awesome idea. We can watch each other this way, but I can look down to see my dick in your ass too. That’s my most favorite thing.”
“Don’t ever change.”
Our gazes met, his so soft, so open, it damn near stole my breath. “Thank you.” Milo kissed my shoulder. I spread my legs, felt his lube-slicked finger at my hole. He drew circles around it, then pressed the tip inside. “I still can’t believe you let me do this to you.”
He fucked me with one, then two fingers, our gazes locked in the mirror the whole time. He would lean forward to kiss my shoulder or neck, wrap an arm around me to play with my nipple piercings or to stroke my aching erection.
“Give me your cock. I want to come with your dick in my ass,” I told him. Milo trembled.
When his fingers were gone, I missed the feel of him inside me. Milo fumbled with the condom and lube, pressed his forehead to my shoulder as he pushed at my rim.
“Look at me. I want you to hold my gaze when you enter me.”
He did, no hesitation, no embarrassment, and smiled.
Milo worked his way into me slowly, stretching my hole out to fit him. I loved the burn, the feel of him. Loved getting fucked in ways I never had before, because this was him.
When his groin met my ass, we breathed out together.
It was all over after that.
He lost himself inside me, pulling back and slamming his hips forward again and again. We weren’t quiet, Milo saying my name and telling me how good my ass felt. I told him to fuck me harder, and he mumbled about how much he loved sex talk.
My hands were sweaty, my grip sliding off the sink. I reached for it again and knocked the container of soap to the floor. We stumbled some, hitting the shelf, a bottle of air freshener falling with a clank.
“Oh God. This is so good,” he gasped out before his teeth dug into my shoulder.
“Fuck!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t. It’s good. Do it again.”
Milo did, biting me while I took my dick in hand with fast, tight strokes.
“You gotta come, Gid. I love it when your ass spasms around me…when you make my balls spill into you.”
Aaaaaand, that was hot as hell. He was good at this. My vision went blurry, hand still jerking. When Milo pinched my nipple, it was all over, my balls drawing tight, ropes of cum spurting all over the sink.
Seconds later, he succumbed to his orgasm as well. “Gideon, Gideon, Gideon,” fell from his lips while his cock jerked inside me. “I like being your boyfriend,” he said breathlessly.
“I like it too.”
We kissed again, somehow stumbling and knocking more things over while laughing and touching. We cleaned each other up, then the space, got dressed, and washed our hands. I opened the door, signaling for Milo to go out first, and he did, heading into the store—and stopped dead in his tracks. I ran into the back of him, then held on so he didn’t fall.
