Chapter 17 #4
“Will you grab the one you want? And the lube? I don’t think I can get it ready, but—”
“No, I…yeah. Yeah, let me just—” Milo scrambled off the bed, surprisingly light on their feet given how tired they looked. It wasn’t more than a few heartbeats before they returned with the orange dilator, knotting dildo, and lube.
“I’m not sure how you want to do this, but the dildo does have a longer handle?” Milo said, holding the dildo and dilator up next to each other.
That hadn’t been a problem when Milo was on their back, holding their legs away from Rowan, but if they were going to do it lying down, which Rowan preferred given how exhausted he was, the dildo might be a better idea.
“Could you stretch yourself first?”
Milo nodded and laid the dildo down between them.
They yanked off their new pajama pants, revealing yet another pair of assless boxers.
In record time, they worked themself open with two fingers, then with the dilator.
When they pulled it out, they set it carefully down on the nightstand so that only the clean part of the handle touched the ornate wood.
It was such a tiny gesture, amidst the avalanche of tiny moments they were sharing together, but it made Rowan’s heart feel like it could barely fit inside his ribs anymore. It was bursting with appreciation, fondness, and, yes, he was pretty sure there was love in the mix, too.
He loved Milo, his quirky best friend, who never ceased to make him smile, and his baby, who flirted and flounced about, but he was also falling in love with the quiet, sensitive lover in his bed right now.
“You’re so pretty, baby,” Rowan cooed, fingers clenching the handle of the dildo Milo had thoroughly lubed up. “I’m going to fuck you, knot you, and hopefully help you get back to sleep.”
Milo whimpered, and as Rowan pressed the dildo inside them, they started to cry.
“Baby?”
“I’m—I’m okay,” Milo gasped, so Rowan didn’t stop. He continued pressing in with the toy while he whispered soft words and sweet praise.
When the dildo reached that place inside them, they sobbed, and Rowan wondered if maybe they didn’t need to be fucked, but rather, gently brought to that blissful edge.
He squinted at the handle in the dim light of the moon and managed to find what he hoped was the right button. He switched it on, and the dildo began vibrating, right where Rowan wanted it.
“Oh—oh, gods, wh–” Milo gasped, arching their back. “It…vibrates?”
“Sure does, baby. The title on the box was ‘vibrating and knotting’ dildo.”
“Huh,” Milo breathed, before shouting loudly when Rowan turned up the vibration.
The angle was a little awkward, but Rowan was able to build up a steady rhythm. Milo did their best to stay still and not dislodge the toy, even as their body was racked with sobs.
Rowan wasn’t one to judge someone for how they reacted to physical stimulus. If this was how Milo processed pleasure, that was fine by him. His hawk was concerned, though. He fluttered around in Rowan’s mind and finally let out a loud kee-aww.
“Still good, baby?” Rowan asked, just to shut up his bird.
“N-not,” Milo whimpered, and Rowan stilled.
“Not good?”
Milo whined and pressed back against the toy. “Need your knot—please!”
Rowan’s hawk flapped his wings one more time before settling down, apparently satisfied with that answer.
Rowan ran his thumb along the base of the toy until he found the second button. “Ready?”
“Ready,” Milo whispered back.
Rowan pressed the button and held the toy still as the knot inflated up the shaft. It bumped against Milo’s hole, and together Rowan pressed forward, and Milo bore down, and it popped through the tight ring of muscle.
“Fu—uck,” Milo gasped. “S-so, so big. Oh, gods, so much. I’m…so…”
Milo’s entire body tensed and then arched as they let out a silent scream. Rowan followed some baser instinct and began thrusting, dragging the knot along Milo’s inner walls.
Watching Milo come apart was not only humbling but also a sharp reminder that they had so much more to learn about each other. The past two times Milo had come had been quick and sharp, just like their wit and attitude.
This time was different. They cried out softly, their hips stuttering over and over as they rode out the waves of their release. When their hips stilled, they continued to cry, soft and low.
Rowan switched off the vibration, and with a gush of breath, Milo fell still, their shoulders relaxing and head tipping forward off the pillow. As he reached for the knot button, his hawk kee-awwed at him in warning.
He waited, silently watching until Milo’s breathing evened out. Taking extra care not to jostle the bed or the toy, Rowan leaned over and found Milo’s eyes closed and face slack.
His hawk gave a proud trill and flapped his wings, dislodging a slew of feathers.
Rowan would need to spend a fair amount of time the rest of the weekend shifted. His skin was beginning to itch as his poor hawk’s molting worsened.
For right now, though, he was content just watching his fated mate as they fell into what he hoped was a restful sleep.