Chapter 15 #4
“They’re dilators,” Milo said, running their fingers over them from largest to smallest. “They’re great for prepping, and you can increase the size just like you would increase the number of fingers—but without having to actually use your fingers.”
Rowan was so surprised that the back of his head tingled, and his hawk startled out of his dancing. “You… That’s…”
Perfect. His fated mate was absolutely, unequivocally, almost painfully perfect.
“Uhm,” Milo said, their fingers stilling on their dick. “Sorry, when I said ‘you,’ I didn’t mean it has to be you. I’m more than happy to do it, and you can watch?”
All of the above. Was that an option?
“Maybe you could start?”
Milo’s grip tightened on their dick, wrinkling the light blue fabric of their boxer briefs. “Good thinking. I’ll go first like the trendsetter I am.”
If Rowan stared a beat too long at Milo’s neon green button-down, who could blame him? Paired with the bright red of Milo’s suit, it sort of reminded Rowan of cartoon watermelons.
Thankfully, all thoughts of questionable color pairings and neon fruits fled the room as Milo shimmied out of their boxer briefs.
They reached for the hem of their shirt but then seemed to remember it had buttons.
After fumbling with the first and struggling with the second button, they gave up with a huff and instead reached for the second-smallest dilator and lube bottle.
“Take a seat, my super sexy sweetheart. I’ve never put on a show with these before, but I’m going to do my very—”
Milo somehow managed to upend the case of dilators, causing the two largest and one of the middle ones to roll off the side of the bed. They saved the rest by gathering them in between their naked legs like a frog swimming through water.
“Oh, uh, that’s perfect! Easy access!” Milo said, grinning at Rowan as he climbed onto the other side of the bed.
“All part of your plan?”
“Totally part of the plan!” Milo said, opening the lube bottle and pouring an obscene amount onto the first dilator. “You just have to trust the process.”
Rowan’s stomach clenched as he thought back to Troy’s words. He just had to trust the fated mate process…and trust Milo.
Even though this was probably far from a typical third date activity, he was excited to be back in bed with his Milo, even as they wiggled and shimmied around like a fish trying to get into a comfortable position.
As soon as they found one, leaning back on an elbow with one hand gripping their dick and their other hand positioning the dilator at their hole, they looked straight into Rowan’s eyes.
He was ready for them to say some sort of out-of-pocket thing, but all they did was let out a soft moan as they pressed the dilator into themself.
“That feel good, baby?” Rowan whispered, his eyes glued to where the purple silicone was slowly disappearing inside his fated mate.
“Yeah.”
“You’re taking it so well,” Rowan said, drawing from every romance book Raina had ever recommended to him.
She had an entire library of smutty, sappy books, and while Rowan had been skeptical at first, he’d come to love the stories, especially as it had seemed for a long time like that was the closest he was ever going to get to happy endings.
Milo let out a shaky laugh, stroking their dick and rubbing their thumb over the head. “Th-thank you.”
Rowan should really be the one thanking them. Somehow, they’d crashed into Rowan’s life and changed everything for him. Love and affection weren’t reserved for pages of a book anymore. This was real. The way he felt about Milo was real.
“I bet you’ll be able to take the next one in just a few more thrusts,” Rowan said.
Milo whimpered, pulling the dilator out and pressing it back in a little harder. They did that two more times and then bucked their hips. “I…I’m ready.”
Rowan didn’t stop to wonder how well Milo cleaned their toys after each use. He grabbed the next size up, a pretty light blue, and held it out for them.
Even after just a few thrusts, Milo’s pupils were already blown, and they pulled out the first one with shaking fingers. Before Rowan could ask if they needed more lube, they took the dilator and pushed it inside themself.
“Oh—gods, yes.” They didn’t waste time being gentle. They started thrusting in and out, angling their wrist up every few thrusts. “Ah, ahhh, right…right there,” Milo whined, their other hand resting limply on their dick.
Rowan contemplated taking Milo in hand, but his fingers were already itching from where he’d touched the—hopefully—clean dilator. He was still feeling grounded in his body, present in this amazing, sexy moment, and he didn’t want to lose that.
“Stroke yourself, baby,” Rowan murmured, and Milo trembled from head to toe. They gave themself two strokes, but their thrusting faltered, and they let out a pitiful groan.
Rowan picked up the next dilator, which was two sizes bigger.
The correct one was somewhere on Rowan’s floor.
Given its size, some more lube was probably in order.
Unfortunately, lube was about the worst consistency Rowan could think of.
In the past, he’d mostly gotten away with asking his partners to apply lube, but he also had a backup strategy.
He drizzled the lube along one side and rolled it in the air, slowly spreading it to the other side.
“Will you… If you…want to?” Milo asked, their eyes wide and trusting.
Gods, how Rowan wanted to toss aside the toys and sink into Milo himself. Both his hands were tingling after handling the lube bottle, though, so he knew it wasn’t the right time. Maybe he could get away with playing with the toys for a little while, though?
He glanced down at Milo’s hole, which was bright pink, but just barely beginning to open.
“If you get yourself nice and open, baby, I’ll try the next one.”
Milo took the toy from him with a lopsided grin. “Aye aye, captain.”
They pulled out the blue dilator, pressed the tip into themself, and pushed, only to hit clear resistance.
“F-fuck,” Milo groaned, squeezing their eyes shut. “Definitely skipped a step. I see why you wanted the next one.”
They released their dick in favor of placing their hand behind their back, using it as leverage to begin rocking their hips.
“That’s it, baby,” Rowan said, his own hand coming to rest on his achingly hard cock.
He would never admit it to Ruben, but he was eternally grateful for their conversation the previous week. He never would have thought this was something a lover would do with him, let alone enjoy. Given all the tiny, sexy noises Milo was making, they were definitely enjoying themself.
That, and the way they kept moaning Rowan’s name.
The fourth time they did it, Rowan’s hawk let out a piercing kee-aww, and Rowan came forward onto his knees, grabbing the third largest dilator, which was an orange sherbert color.
He drizzled a little bit of lube onto it, taking care not to let any drip onto the handle.
For safety, he wanted to keep a firm hold on the toy, but he also wanted a fighting chance of actually getting to play with it.
Errant lube would derail both of those plans.
“O-okay,” Milo grunted, thrusting the green dilator twice more before pulling it out. “I think I’m ready.”
Their hole was glistening with lube, and while it was definitely more open than before, Rowan took his time pressing the toy into his squirming fated mate.
“Hold still, baby,” Rowan said, leaning forward as he pushed the toy in deeper.
“Oooooh… Yes—yes!” Milo cried, grabbing their legs and pulling them back against their chest.
“Feel good?” he murmured, thrusting with slow, steady strokes.
“So good. You’re so good. Feels so good,” Milo babbled.
The one who was clearly “good” between the two of them was Milo.
Even as they lost themself to Rowan’s thrusts, they kept control of their limbs at all times, never coming within inches of accidentally brushing or touching Rowan.
They made the prettiest faces, too, and let out the sexiest noises, taking every twist and thrust of Rowan’s hand and begging for more.
Rowan wanted to give them more. He wanted to give them the world.
Maybe next time they could play with Rowan’s stroker.
It was a solid cylinder that did a great job of containing mess inside it.
He’d offered to use it on lovers in the past, but they always treated it as a letdown.
The way Milo was writhing and moaning made him think they probably wouldn’t think that.
Case in point, when Rowan tilted his hand at a sharp angle and thrust up, Milo’s eyes flew wide.
Their irises were almost entirely green, like sparkling emeralds against their pale blonde lashes.
Rowan leaned forward, pulled by that invisible tether, and Milo whined.
“Please, Rowan, I need more. Would you grab the dildo in my bag?”
Rowan let out a surprised noise and stopped leaning forward, but he was a little off balance and had to bring his hand down to steady himself.
“Oh—oh gods, nevermind!” Milo cried, throwing their head back in ecstasy. “Please just—just, keep doing that.”
Rowan looked down and found his hand was splayed out across Milo’s chest. Their shirt was a silky smooth fabric, warm from Milo’s body but not sweaty. The longer Rowan kept his hand on it, the more likely he was to start sweating, but for the moment, he was okay.
It was made all the better by the way Milo was reacting. They arched and squirmed, pressing up against his hand and then bearing down on the toy. Experimentally, Rowan pressed down harder with his hand, effectively pinning Milo to the mattress as he continued fucking into them with the toy.