Epilogue #2
Rowan continued shaking his head, but this time with a little more force. “No, baby, it’s definitely…exciting.”
“I thought that you could hold onto the handles, and if you don’t like the texture of them, we could make new handles for it,” Milo said, gesturing broadly at the swing.
Rowan still looked surprised, and not in a good way, so Milo hurried to finish their pitch.
“And then we can try out all different kinds of positions, and we can tie my legs up or over or behind or wherever, so there’s no chance of me slipping up and touching you.
I know it really surprised you last week when I sneezed and accidentally hit your arm, and so I thought maybe we could try this, or if you hate it, there are other designs and styles and—”
“I want us to mate,” Rowan said.
Every thought, plan, and argument left Milo’s brain. “You…do?”
“I do. That was my plan for tonight. I know it might sound silly, but Raina and Troy mated on their third date, Ray and Ruben on their third week, and so I thought nine is three times three, so…”
Milo had never been more in love than at that very moment.
After their meet-the-family visit all those months back, Rowan had told Milo about chess club and mentioned that he might want to start playing again.
Milo and Troy had rallied around the idea, and even Ethel had gotten on board.
It turned out Milo’s fated mate was a big ol’ nerd and quite possibly the cutest person on the entire planet.
When he got really focused on a game, he would stick his tongue out the side of his mouth in concentration, and Milo nearly died each and every time.
He’d done his best to teach Milo some strategies and the math behind chess, but he’d lost them when he started talking about castles and trees.
Despite this, Rowan still loved them, so much so that he wanted to mate with them on their 3 x 3 monthaversary.
Milo tossed the instruction manual and screws over their shoulder. “Yes.”
Rowan got that look he’d had the first time they got naked together, like he couldn’t believe he could actually have this.
“Rowan, my Triple S, 4G, LLLoML”—That was a new one Milo had drunkenly come up with a couple months back, when Rowan exclaimed how lucky he was, and Milo declared that Rowan was their lucky, lovely, love of my life—“I’m ready.”
Yellow eclipsed the brown in Rowan’s eyes, and he stalked forward, pressing his wrist against Milo’s scent gland as he captured their lips in a kiss.
It had taken a lot of practice and two consultations with Rowan’s therapist, but they had discovered that something about scenting Milo trumped the creepy-crawly sensation Rowan would get if he were to cup Milo’s face or any other part of their neck.
“I’m so ready,” Milo whispered.
Rowan groaned, deepening the kiss and backing Milo up until their knees hit the bed and they collapsed onto it.
The next part Milo could basically do in their sleep.
They had not one, not two, but three handy-dandy sets of dilators now, as well as two different kinds of knotting dildos and three cock sleeves.
In less time than it had taken them to unbox the sex swing, they were working the fourth dilator into themself.
“You’re so beautiful,” Rowan growled as he sheathed his cock in a knotting condom.
Milo tried not to read into that too much, given that he’d done so multiple times in the past, and they hadn’t ever ended up knotting.
Milo had nothing to complain about, though.
Rowan’s current record was getting Milo off four times between prepping them, fucking them, knotting them with one of the dildos, and then fucking them again with it.
Really, Milo didn’t have anything to complain about, period—except for how obnoxiously loud their pony was being.
“Gods, my pony is making a racket,” Milo grunted as they slid out the fourth dilator and replaced it with the fifth.
Rowan grimaced as he stared down at Milo’s hole. “My hawk’s being quite disruptive as well. He’s insisting that we have to show you our mating dance first, but I’ve just about convinced him it will be better at the cabin.”
Milo’s pony reared up onto their hind legs, and Milo dropped their head back onto the bed. “Can we go? Tonight?”
Rowan hesitated for only a beat before bringing his wrist to Milo’s neck. They turned their head so their hair, which was down past their ears now, wouldn’t fall on his hand. “We’ll go as soon as we’re done.”
“Okay,” Milo breathed, tugging out the dilator and dropping it into the “cleaning bin” they now kept at the foot of the bed. “I’m so, so ready.”
Well, physically, they were as prepped as they needed to be, but as Rowan’s tip breached their hole, the fog poured in around their ankles.
It had been a long time since the fog had reached anywhere above their knees. For the most part, it no longer snuck up on them but, rather, waited patiently for Milo to wade down into the chasm to face it.
Tears stung their eyes, and they held their knees even tighter to their chest. Rowan sank into them, pressing up against and then past their spot until he was nestled deep inside them, where none of their grief or worries could reach.
When he started thrusting, striking Milo’s prostate with practiced aim, a few of their tears shook loose. They pressed their eyes shut, and it was like they could see his hawk in their mind’s eye, bobbing his head in time to whatever internal beat he always seemed to follow.
“You feel…so warm…so tight… Oh, baby, I love you,” Rowan grunted.
“I lo-ve yo-u, to-o,” Milo said, laughter breaking through their tears as Rowan’s thrusts made it sound like they were speaking into a fan.
Rowan grinned at them, all his pearly white teeth on display, and there was something in the curve of his lips that told Milo his hawk was closer to the surface than he usually was when they had sex. Milo’s pony was right there, too, galloping in a wide circle, impatiently waiting their turn.
“I’m gonna–need to–to bite you,” Milo said.
Rowan nodded sharply. “And I need to scratch you.”
It was a good thing Milo had strategically chosen a dress that Rowan liked the feel of. They’d be able to easily move it out of the way for Rowan to scratch their back, and Rowan’s shirt collar would be easily pulled to the side for Milo’s bite.
Rowan used his hold on Milo’s dress-covered hips to slam their bodies together, pushing a broken cry out of Milo.
“Right there! Please, Rowan, I need—”
Rowan grabbed the self-lubricating cock sleeve, which was by far Milo’s best contribution to their sex life. It supplied lube to the inside of the sleeve from a reservoir on the side, which Milo made sure to refill after every use.
Milo pulled themself out of the top of their boxers, and Rowan paused his thrusting to tease the toy around their tip. He collected all the precum they’d been leaking and used it as even more lube to slide the toy down their length.
The tight, wet pressure was almost too much. Their eyes shut once again, getting a vision of Rowan’s hawk dancing around in circles, raising his wings and shimmying his butt.
“So cute!” Milo said, giggles erupting from their chest, the way tears had only minutes before.
“Uhm…thank you?” Rowan gruffed.
Milo giggled even harder.
“Oh, baby,” Rowan groaned, pressing all the way into Milo until they could practically feel him in their chest. “Like my own little vibrator.”
For some reason, that just made Milo laugh harder, until they could feel the way their body was shaking around Rowan’s length. Rowan ground his hips and worked the toy faster, until Milo’s laugh turned to groans and they arched off the bed, desperately needing just that tiny bit more.
Because fate hadn’t let them down yet, that was the moment Rowan’s hawk landed on Milo’s pony’s back. His claws sank in, marking and merging with their pony as one of Rowan’s hands slid around Milo’s back, lifting them up off the bed.
“Rowan–”