Chapter 23 #2
Milo thrust up harder, faster. Their positioning aligned his mouth perfectly with Rowan’s chest, and in one of the brief moments when Milo didn’t have his eyes locked on Rowan’s like he was making a meal of Rowan’s reactions as much as he had his ass, Milo seemed to notice the proximity of Rowan’s nipples and moved to devour them too.
And he was still vibrating his tongue.
“Ah! Milo!”
The only thing Rowan wasn’t sure of was where to put his hands. He clutched back at the wall. Down at Milo’s shoulders. But with Milo leaning forward like he was, Rowan had to move his hands into Milo’s hair, something he knew Milo liked, and twisted his fingers in the strands, lightly tugging.
Milo snapped away from suckling Rowan’s nipples with a whiney growl.
“Do you feel that?” Rowan asked.
“Of course.” Milo slowed his momentum, though not his persistent depth inside of Rowan.
It wouldn’t have been “of course” a week ago. The few days that had passed felt more like months, since it had changed Rowan’s perspective on all the time with Milo before then. “Tell me… how it feels to you. How I feel to you.”
Milo smiled.
Rowan was close, so close that he wasn’t sure if he could make it through to the end of Milo’s answer, but he wanted to try. He kept twitching and tugging and carding his fingers through Milo’s locks to inspire him.
“I-i-it’s… a tingle? Like electrical surges.” Milo might as well have been purring as he continued, “Especially when you tug harder.”
Rowan did, no harsher than he would have with a human man, but more than he might have without permission.
“Yes,” Milo moaned. His pace was quickening again, like he was close too. “It’s also… warm… like happiness encapsulated in a summer day. Your ass is warm and tingly too.”
Rowan erupted with a snort despite himself, as the heat within him was building in answer to Milo’s descriptions.
“Your hole is marvelous. Like an embrace… holding the core of me almost too tightly… and spreading everywhere with each clench of your pleasure echoing to me… and making me want to never… ever…” Milo’s eyes flashed almost cerulean blue. “…let you go.”
Rowan came with a sudden grunt, cock caught between them, rubbing up and down along Milo’s pecs, and spurted right up Milo’s long, lovely neck. Milo had barely touched him, just let natural friction do its job.
He was also not done thrusting.
It was like a race to join Rowan after that, thud, thud, thudding him against the wall.
Milo didn’t sweat, but his hair was mussed from Rowan’s tugging, lips shiny and red—and cheeks shiny too from Rowan’s earlier prerelease—that when Milo finally, finally spilled, all Rowan could think about besides the heat filling him was how much more of Milo he wanted to paint with precome the next time.
Milo let Rowan sink into his arms, never once worrying him that he would lose his grip.
He just held Rowan until he was softened enough to pull free.
Sore as Rowan was from being folded and so thoroughly wrecked, he felt nothing but bliss amid a few aches when Milo lowered him back to his feet and leaned up to seal their glorious act with a kiss.
A week.
It had only been a week.
It had been months of Rowan’s one-sided infatuation, doomed as it had been, but even that had only been surface level.
This was different. This was as real as Milo, because Rowan liked the person Milo was proving to be more than just the lines of his body, his pale, pretty coloring and pouty lips, or his dark eyelashes and brows in contrast to his platinum hair.
Rowan still liked all those things, loved them, but now, he also liked Milo’s smile, and the light, the real light, not just the glow from his parts, that filled Milo’s eyes when he was as happy as he looked as he pulled from their kiss.
Rowan liked it all so much. He loved it. He… loved…
“Ow!” Milo’s startled exclamation surprised them both, and their eyes inevitably drifted to the floor.
Spot had done it again.
Which was both more and less aggravating with those googly eyes staring back at them. The tiny bot was so much like an interrupting puppy, Rowan had to wonder if she was somehow more alive than she should have been having them as her parents.
Not that they were Spot’s parents!
Although, technically…
“That does hurt, doesn’t it?” Milo drew Rowan’s distracted attention back to him.
“Bad, Spot. Though to be fair, she can’t seem to help it, can she?
Perhaps she could use some improved sensors.
We could work on it together!” Milo’s jubilance and endless energy renewed some of Rowan’s, tired as he was, and as easily as he might have otherwise crawled into bed after a hot shower.
“Tomorrow, maybe? But tonight… is it still called Netflix and Chill?”
Rowan laughed. “We already did the chill part, but… dinner and a movie, you mean? It is sort of your birthday, so you get to choose.”
Milo somehow beamed brighter, maybe because Rowan hadn’t mentioned the date yet, but how could he forget? “Let’s clean up. Then I’ll heat up your leftovers for dinner, while you choose a movie for us. I trust you to pick something I’d like.”
“Deal. And also? I really liked that tongue trick.”
“I thought you might.” Milo grinned.
They freshened up and changed for a comfortable evening in, then parted briefly to attend to their tasks. Since Milo liked horror, despite Rowan not usually enjoying it himself, he chose one of the few horror movies he did like.
Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon.
It was campy, creative, and mixed the mocumentary trope with normal filmmaking for a truly unique experience. Rowan was pretty sure Milo was going to love it.
Just like Rowan loved—
His phone buzzed as he sat on the sofa to pull up the movie from his library. Not the family chat but a direct text from Raina.
Raina: Troy asked me out for dinner and a movie, and I said yes. The worst part? I think I’m starting to like this nerd.
Rowan: You’re a nerd too, you know.
The tongue-sticking-out emoji was Raina’s reply, quickly followed by:
Raina: You and your bot SUCK.
Rowan hearted the message. He could live with that.
Notes:
Phew! I don’t smoke, but I might need a cigarette after that one! XD Much like superhero/villain Rowan and Milo—who I will totally get back to, because their impromptu coitus needs an appropriate epilogue. ^_^
Till next time, folks!