Epilogue
MILO
Pride Month
“Look at your hole swallowing my cock,” said Milo, watching his thick length slide in and out of the man he loved.
They’d been living together for two months.
Kieran and Hassan had a friend they’d known since uni who needed a place, so it had all worked out, and they’d stayed in Camden.
It meant they weren’t far from each other, and they got together at least once a month, with Liam coming down from Heartwood as well.
“I need to cum,” Edward groaned.
“When I give you permission,” said Milo, as he snapped his hips, fucking Edward hard.
It had been a tough week for Edward, so Milo was being a caring boyfriend and doing what he did best. Edward had his face buried in the pillow, and was on his knees, as Milo pulled his cheeks apart so he could get his cock as deep as possible.
Their lovemaking was mostly slow and intense these days, but there were still times when Edward needed to be pounded into the mattress.
They had a busy day ahead of them. Milo had let him sleep last night, but had woken his boyfriend up by sliding two lubed fingers inside him.
It had taken all of ten seconds for Edward to have his arse in the air, begging to be fucked. Milo slowed his strokes.
“What are you doing? No . . . please . . . don’t slow down . . . I’m so close.”
“You’ll cum when I say you can.”
“Yes sir.”
Milo responded with a quick, hard snap of his hips. Edward cried out in pleasure, so Milo picked the pace back up. The sweat was pouring off both of them, and the sound of their skin slapping together was louder than usual.
Given the heat, Milo knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up this pace for long. He reached forward and gripped Edward’s thick cock, which was soaked with precum. Milo could easily slide his foreskin back and forth, using his thumb to rub against the sensitive head of his cock.
“Cum for me.”
Edward cried out before his cock pulsed, soaking Milo’s hand in his release.
The sensation of Edward clamping down on his cock, and the feeling Milo got when he knew he’d fucked an orgasm out of this amazing man, was enough to send him over the edge.
He pumped his release inside Edward, loving how it felt to fill him up with his seed.
Edward was a powerful man, but in the bedroom, Milo was the one in charge, and he loved it.
It was the day of London Pride, and Edward had been asked if he wanted to lead the march with the mayor of London.
They were from different political parties, but Edward had agreed immediately – well, he’d asked Milo first, since being here was him delivering on the promise he’d made in Norway.
They’d been back there once, and this time they hadn’t been interrupted.
Hassan, Kieran, and Lexie were with them.
Kieran still hated politicians but made an exception for Edward, which might not sound like a compliment, but it was.
Milo had thought he’d lose touch with these guys when he no longer lived with them, but he hadn’t really been given a choice in the matter.
Liam hadn’t been able to make it today, but Milo was planning to head up to see him next week.
“Oh, there’s Derek,” said Edward.
Milo turned around and saw his boyfriend’s bestie walking towards them. He was such an amazing guy, and a good friend to Edward.
“What the fuck!” said Kieran. “Is this a joke?”
“Kieran,” said Derek, looking shocked. “What are you doing here?”
“No fucking way am I dealing with this today,” said Kieran, before running off, leaving them all stunned.
“What’s going on, Derek?” asked Edward. “How do you know Kieran?”
“I'd better go after him,” he said, and was gone before they could stop him.
“What was that about?” Milo asked Hassan.
“I have absolutely no idea. He’s never mentioned anyone called Derek before. Maybe I should go after him?”
“Or maybe we should mind our own business and get marching,” said Lexie.
There were nods of agreement, but Milo couldn’t stop himself trying to work out how Kieran and Derek would know each other.
There were seventeen years between them, and Kieran typically slept with guys his own age, so that wasn’t it.
They couldn’t have worked together because they came from different worlds.
“Stop letting your imagination run away with you,” said Edward.
“Are you not curious?”
“Of course I am, but that’s tomorrow’s drama. Today I want to march through the streets of London, holding hands with the man I love. Can we do that?”
“I’ll do you one better,” said Milo, pulling Edward into a kiss.
Nothing too steamy, but enough to show people how much he loved this man. Once he pulled away, he saw dozens of people with their phones pointed at them.
“At least we don’t have to worry about what’s going to be on the front page now,” said Milo.
Edward laughed before taking hold of Milo’s hand and getting into position.
Thinking of how they’d met, and what had gotten them to this point, he couldn’t be more proud of Edward.
He might have talked about not being a great role model in his coming-out speech, but he couldn’t say that now, and Milo couldn’t love him any more for it.