Chapter 14 #4
Rowan’s mouth went slack as his gaze locked onto Milo’s groin.
His eyes were solidly yellow now, and he tipped forward in his seat before suddenly pulling back.
“Do you…” He shook his head, as if trying to shake water out of his hair.
“Do you have a preference for what your parts are called? I’m sorry, I should have asked earlier. ”
Milo scrunched up their nose in a way that was probably very un-sexy. It was a good question, one that a good boyfriend would ask, and Rowan had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was an amazing boyfriend, so of course he would ask.
The problem was, Milo didn’t really have an answer.
“You know, I’ve never really given that much thought. I don’t think I have any dysphoria around it, so I’ve always just called it my dick,” Milo said, trailing their fingers down their chest and circling the head.
They gave themself a soft stroke and then a tighter one. The action and the word felt right together, and as they traced their thumb over their leaking slit, it felt like they were able to see a little farther across that foggy chasm in their head.
“Yeah, I think I like dick and balls. At least, for now.”
“Okay,” Rowan said, a tremor in his voice. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“I want you to take off your clothes,” Milo said, giving their flirtiest wink.
Rowan laughed, softly at first and then louder as he gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Rowan said, his smile wide as his fingers easily undid the button and fly on his jeans.
“Last night I was afraid we weren’t even going to be able to stay friends, and now… ”
“And now…” Milo murmured.
It probably wouldn’t do any good to admit that they had been feeling anxious earlier, too.
Everything was fine now. In fact, it was more than fine.
They would kick those earlier insecurities farther into the fog, and maybe they would even fall down into the bottomless chasm, and they’d never have to address them again.
Milo’s pony huffed, but Milo was certain it was a good plan. So, instead of worrying about Ray and Ruben or Anabelle or inadequacies, Milo catalogued every inch of skin Rowan revealed as he dragged his jeans down his thick, hairy thighs.
Slowly, so slowly that their pony snorted impatiently, Rowan dragged his underwear down, and Milo was able to officially drink in the sight of the gorgeous, thick length between his legs.
He was easily the size of one of Rowan’s hands, plus one of Milo’s.
If they were ever able to get their mouth on him, there was no way they’d be able to take it all, no matter how talented they were with their mouth.
Speaking of which, they swiped their thumb over their tongue and brought it down to swirl over the head of their dick, just the way they liked it.
“Gods, baby, you’re beautiful,” Rowan growled, gripping himself tightly and giving himself two solid strokes.
“So are you.”
Unfortunately, their nickname for Rowan didn’t rumble sexily and seemed too soft and, well, sweet for the moment, so they improvised.
“My super sexy sweetheart. My Triple S.”
Rowan huffed, even as his hand moved a little faster on his dick. “Do you want to talk? Or do you want me to talk to you? To…tell you what to do?”
“You might as well give it a shot,” Milo said, precum dribbling down their dick at the mere thought of it.
Rowan flicked his tongue out to wet his bottom lip. “Stroke yourself nice and slow for me, baby. Yeah, just like that.”
Milo started stroking themself and Rowan mirrored the movement, pausing when Milo rubbed their thumb across their tip to collect more precum to smear along their length.
“You like that? Playing up here?” Rowan asked, rubbing his thumb over the plump mushroom head of his dick.
Milo whimpered as they wiggled the tip of their thumb over their slit. They couldn’t remember when they’d started doing this, but no jerk off session was complete without plenty of attention given to the top of their dick.
“Why don’t you stay there for a little while?” Rowan said, his voice almost a purr as he leaned back in his seat, returning to stroking himself while Milo followed his instructions.
At first, it felt good, the sensitive flesh appreciating the extra attention. Milo used it as an excuse to study Rowan and the exact way he twisted his wrist at the top of his dick and then massaged the base of his knot at the bottom.
Slowly, however, things became too sensitive.
“R-Rowan,” Milo whined, slowing the speed of the circles they were making.
“Lick your thumb and keep going,” Rowan said, his eyes shining like polished gold.
Milo once again did as instructed, and their hips snapped up, begging for more. It was almost like Rowan was touching them, controlling their pleasure, and keeping them right on the edge of pain.
While Milo wouldn’t say they were kinky, they’d slept with a few folks who were, and they knew they liked a little dash of pain with their pleasure.
They’d never had the urge to please a dom, or anyone else, but right now they would do anything Rowan asked of them.
They were already naked, spread out across their bed like some type of nude model, posing for an incredibly raunchy painting.
They’d happily stay here for the rest of the evening…
Except precum was now dribbling down their dick, tickling across their balls.
They tried their best, they really did, but they only lasted thirty seconds before they had to reach down and wipe it away with their free hand.
“Do you like playing with your balls?” Rowan asked, and Milo nodded desperately. “Roll them between your fingers. I want to see them.”
Taking a little initiative, Milo lifted their feet up, resting them on the sides of the bed so Rowan had a completely unobstructed view of all of Milo’s bits.
“Oh gods, baby, yes,” Rowan growled.
Milo whined, squeezing their eyes shut as pleasure shot from the tip of their dick down into their balls. With clumsy fingers, they rolled and played with the sensitive orbs inside their sack.
“Please,” Milo whimpered. Any shame they had ever had, which wasn’t much to begin with, completely left the building as they thrust their hips up in the air. “Please, Rowan, please.”
“Give yourself three firm strokes.”
Milo complied, jerking their hips up to meet each stroke. “Gods! Yes! More!”
“You’re doing so well,” Rowan said, the timber of his voice seeming to shake through the floor and bed Milo was lying on.
Or maybe that was just Milo trembling.
Their legs were shaking uncontrollably as they desperately fondled their balls and rubbed the tip of their dick. The pleasure was so sharp, it was breathtaking, but they needed more. More pressure, more friction, more inside of them, and all around them.
They looked over at Rowan, and their hands faltered. He was unbelievably sexy, sitting sprawled out on the chair, his heavy cock in his hand, cheeks and chest flushed with pleasure. The look on his face was what made Milo’s throat tighten, and their fingers shake.
He was looking at Milo the way Ray looked at couples on the street. A longing for something he didn’t think he could ever have.