Chapter 17 #2
“Will you get yourself ready for me?” Rowan asked, his fingers aching to grab Milo by their thin hips and put their sexy underwear to good use.
Milo’s mouth fell open, like they hadn’t expected their plan to work. “Y-yeah. Yes. Totally. I can absolutely, most definitely do that,” they said, scrambling for the dilators, practically ripping the case open, and grabbing the lube.
With impressive speed, Milo flipped onto their back and managed to work their way through the first two dilators in the time it took Rowan to get his jeans off. He removed his hoodie, which he always liked to wear in the car so he could crank the A/C while driving, but left his t-shirt on.
He kept his eyes fixed on where Milo was now pressing the light blue dilator into themselves and nearly walked into the side of his desk. He shifted his focus for just a moment to tug open his backpack. “I’m going to wear a condom.”
“I have updated test results, and I’m negative for everything if you don’t want—oh,” Milo said, their hand stilling. “Does the condom help with sensory stuff? Totally fine either way; I just didn’t even think of that.”
“It does,” Rowan said, grabbing a roll of condoms before retrieving his phone from the pocket of his jeans. “But I have results, too. Here.”
He pulled up his screenshots and walked over to the bed, kicking his jeans out of the way. Milo craned their neck to look at the results and then swiveled their head back and forth.
“I’m not entirely sure where my phone is…” Rowan was pretty sure they’d left in the kitchen. “I can go get—”
“Don’t worry about it, baby. I trust you.”
Milo nodded before returning to the task at hand.
Rowan put his phone on the nightstand to charge and hustled into the bathroom to get a large towel.
There was one other pair of sheets in the cabin, but if he could save them the hassle by laying down a towel, he would.
Obviously, he should have thought of that before Milo started, but they’d been pretty careful to keep the used dilators contained in a pile next to their hip.
By the time Milo switched out the orange dilator, the towel was set up, and Rowan was holding his condom sheathed erection in his hand.
Sometimes speed was key for him, and although Milo’s plan sounded great, there was still a chance his body wouldn’t like it, so he wanted to get as much out of this as he could.
“If I need to stop, would you like me to keep going with that?” Rowan asked, nodding to the dilator in Milo’s hand.
Milo’s gaze drifted to the gift-wrapped dildo before snapping back up to Rowan’s face. “You don’t have—”
Rowan grabbed the box and tore it open, raining purple sparkly paper down on the floor. The dildo was, of course, also sparkly purple, and based on the brief glimpse he got of the box, it seemed like it came charged and “ready to knot!”
“Oh, okay,” Milo said, their pupils nearly eclipsing the gray in their eyes. “That sounds like a plan to me.”
“You’re so good with plans, baby,” Rowan said, and he actually meant it, even if he couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face.
“Yeah, well,” Milo said, their cheeks flushed and breath coming in jagged gulps.
Rowan couldn’t focus too hard on how unbelievably sexy they looked or the lewd way their hole tried to hold onto the dilator every time they pulled it out.
He was barely able to contain his alpha instincts to rut and fuck, but those often got him in trouble with the other part of himself that was busy worrying about what the fabric of Milo’s dress was going to feel like and if he would hate it.
“Rowan,” Milo whined, and Rowan forced his attention back to his baby. “I’m ready. P-please.”
Before Rowan could ask if maybe Milo should retake their earlier position, Milo yanked the orange dilator out, placed it on the towel, and flipped over.
They had to wiggle their hips a little to get into position, and Rowan’s hawk let out an excited kee-aww at their gorgeous mate presenting for him.
Obviously, they weren’t getting ready to mate, but one day, they would be. He was sure of that now.
“You’re so beautiful,” Rowan murmured as he got into position behind Milo.
“Thank you,” Milo said, arching their back in a way that was pure sin.
Rowan could almost picture himself grabbing two handfuls of their ass and squeezing, but he took the safer route of grabbing Milo’s dress-covered hips. The fabric was surprisingly sturdy, and as Rowan used his grip to pull Milo’s hips up just a smidge, no fuzz or lint came off on his hands.
It was perfect, just like the noises Milo made when Rowan’s dick caught on the rim of their hole.
“Yes. Gods yes,” Milo groaned, pushing back and bearing down so their hole opened around Rowan’s dick. He pressed forward, slowly at first, and pleasure shot up his spine when Milo’s hole closed around the head.
“Oh, baby,” Rowan groaned, pushing in one aching inch at a time. “You’re so tight.”
“Maybe I…should have…gone one size farther,” Milo gasped, letting out a breathy moan as Rowan sank in even deeper.
“I like it,” Rowan admitted, and his hawk started dancing, throwing himself into his bobbing and shimmying. “I like getting to feel you open around me. Feels so good.”
Milo folded their arms on the bed and buried their face in it, groaning deeply as Rowan passed the halfway point.
“If I thought you could be patient, I would say I could stretch you with just my cock. Slow…just like this,” Rowan growled, as a thousand still frames flashed through his mind of bending Milo over his couch, his kitchen table, his bed back home, and even one of those tall chairs in Milo’s apartment.
Milo let out a noise that sounded close to a sob. “I can…be patient.”
“We’ll see, baby. We have all weekend…and the rest of our lives after that.”
Milo turned their head, and there were tears glistening on their cheeks.
Rowan froze. “Milo—”
“It’s good,” Milo whispered. “I’m good. Please don’t stop. Just…feeling…a lot.”
It was a lot. The pheromones were swirling around the room, and their alpha and beta energies were so close to the surface they were nearly corporeal.
“As long as you’re good, baby, I won’t stop. You can feel whatever you need to feel right now.”
Milo nodded, and they pushed back as Rowan sank forward and their bodies met in the middle.
“Oh–fuck,” Milo cried, and Rowan let out a long moan that could probably be called a growl.
He adjusted his grip, holding onto a fistful of Milo’s dress and anchoring his thumbs on the back of their hip bones. Rowan’s hawk bobbed his head, fluttered his wings, and shook his tail so hard, he spun in a circle.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby.”
“Please!”
Rowan pulled out all the way to the tip and then thrust forward, bottoming out only to pull back again. Milo’s moans followed the cadence of his thrusts, deepening and growing louder as Rowan sank inside them, only to fade again as Rowan pulled out.
“Feel good, baby?” Rowan growled, adjusting the angle of his next thrust, searching for that spot inside—
“Yes!” Milo screamed, and Rowan pulled out and thrust back in sharply. “Y-yes, ahhh, Rowan, yes!”
Rowan memorized the angle and began slinging his hips, drinking in the filthy moans and curses spilling from Milo’s lips.
For the first time in his life, there were no distracting sensations, no overstimulation, or choking feelings of overwhelm. There was just the delicious sensation of pressure on his cock and the brush of his own boxers against his thighs.
Well, there was actually a whole lot more than just that.
There was the perfect arch in Milo’s back and the way their eyes were practically glowing green in the light of the setting sun, even with tears still glittering on their cheeks.
There was that soft patch of gray hair at the base of Milo’s head he still needed to ask them about.
Then, of course, there was the fact that they were fated mates having sex in his cabin, the place where he could truly be himself.
“Oh gods, baby. You’re perfect. This is perfect.”
“Y-you, too,” Milo panted, their ass squeezing Rowan so tightly, his balls pulled up against his body. He might actually end up having to finish Milo with their toy, not because he got overwhelmed, but because he came too fast.
“I’m close,” Rowan grit out, adjusting his grip to put a little more force behind each thrust.
“Me–me, too,” Milo whimpered, grinding their hips against the bed. “Just need…a little…more.”
There was no way Rowan would be able to reach under all the layers of Milo’s dress to stroke them. Hopefully one day he could lay Milo back on the bed and stroke them while he watched them come all over themself, but not today.
“Touch yourself for me.”
“I…mmmm…can’t…” Milo whined, their hands tangled hopelessly in the sheets above their head.
Rowan had just enough stamina left to shove Milo forward so that with the next several thrusts, Milo’s dick dragged against the towel below them.
“Rowan!” Milo shouted, coming with a sob and tightening all around Rowan.
“Milo,” Rowan groaned.
Milo’s entire body shook as Rowan came, and they continued to tremble as Rowan pulled out and tied off the condom. His hands were tingling all over, and they were sweaty from being buried in the thick fabric for so long, but he forced himself to put his hand back down on Milo’s back.
“Still feeling a lot?” he asked, trying to use the nonjudgmental tone Riley used with him when he used to get overwhelmed in college.
Milo nodded, contorting their body so they could remove the towel from underneath them while still keeping Rowan’s hand on their back. The other nifty thing about Milo’s backless underwear was that all of the mess would be contained. It probably wasn’t very comfortable, though.
Rowan waited until Milo’s shaking finally stopped, probably a good five or so minutes, before asking, “Do you want to take a shower?”
Milo looked over their shoulder, their eyes wide and still glistening with the remnants of tears. Rowan’s hawk gave an urgent kee-aww, and Rowan accepted his fate.