Milo #7
His mouth fell open, and whatever he was planning to say was lost as he gave a hard moan that quickly morphed into a shout.
His body became wire-tight, and he shoved against me, legs tightening around my back, holding me in place.
Unable to move, I watched as his stomach tightened and his dick gave a hard twitch before his ass wrapped around me so tightly I wasn’t even sure I would have been able to move if I’d wanted to.
I had never really paid attention to how much someone came before, but I found myself wide-eyed as the first spurt from his cock splattered against his cheek and across his neck.
The next coated his chest, then his stomach as his body remained wired, the noises he made filling the air as he held on to me, the one arm held by me balled into a fist.
I vibrated with the need to do something as the grip around my dick began to lessen and the last of his cum dribbled down his shaft. I had done what I’d intended to do pretty much from the moment I’d started fucking him, and that success had filled me with a need to get off all over again.
Eli groaned pitifully as he felt me move inside him again, his dick twitching and spilling out another little dose as I fucked him, not nearly as vigorously as before, but it wasn’t necessary.
It was only a few thrusts before I pushed forward, forcing his legs up as I placed my knees on the couch and hung over him.
I came again, and it was just as good as the first time, my mind blissfully blank as I felt my still sensitive shaft pulse as I shot inside him again, this time staring down into his flushed, sweaty face.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned as my orgasm died down. “How much did you come?”
“Says the man who looks like he decided to cosplay as a cinnamon roll,” I said with a snort, fighting to catch my breath. “Here, move over a little so I can rotate us.”
“God, I do not want to move.”
“Yeah, but if I came nearly as much as we think, there’s probably going to be some leaking, and your ass is hanging over the carpet. Plus, the mess you made is starting to come off you.”
“Fine, I…oh shit. Okay, that works too, I guess, no teamwork necessary.”
It was a miracle I found the strength to move myself, let alone the two of us, as I rotated him so the parts of his body most likely to make a mess were over the towel he thankfully had the sense to ask for.
Now that I could kneel on the couch, I reluctantly pulled out and smirked when I saw the mess begin leaking.
Not just because that proved me right, but well, it was no secret that I had a slight breeding kink.
“Fuck,” he groaned, flopping his head back. “That was...what the fuck got into you?”
“Not you this time.”
“I’m not complaining, don’t get me wrong. That was one hell of an orgasm, and I don’t think I’m going to be using my legs anytime soon. Shit like this really makes me regret not having gotten into butt play before, but again, not complaining that it’s you who introduced me to it.”
“Good to know,” I said, looking over him and feeling.
..primal satisfaction at the sight. He was my man, and he looked well fucked and more content than I’d ever seen him.
It was because of me, and the sense of satisfaction ran so deep it was pretty much on par with the physical satisfaction I was feeling as well.
He looked down at himself and snorted. “And hands-free no less. You’re an ass for pinning my hand like that.”
“And I thought you weren’t complaining.”
“I thought I was going to lose my shit when you did that.”
“And you did.”
“Not the way I meant.”
“I know.”
“We should, uh...probably clean up soon.”
“Good idea.”
Thankfully, my legs were still capable of moving, and if he noticed that I staggered a little as I made my way to find something to clean up with, he didn’t say anything.
A warm, wet washcloth was all I needed, and I found it in the kitchen.
I also found leftovers in the fridge, which I brought back with the cloth, dropping onto the couch to wipe him and get the mess before it spread everywhere.
Once clean, he fixed the couch, bundled the towel, and dropped it onto the floor before eyeing the leftovers. “Really?”
“I went for a run and then came back here and fucked your brains out. I’m hungry.”
“Normally, I’d curb your ego, but, uh, yeah, you really did fuck me senseless.”
“Happy to be of service. Would you like some kimchi pancakes?”
“Duh.”
“I guess since I filled your ass, it only makes sense to fill your stomach.”
“The fact that you say shit like that after you’ve complained about the cheesy things I say is just...the epitome of hypocritical.”
“Eat your food and shut up.”
Which he did, and we sat there, watching TV, leaning into one another, contentedly filling our bellies as we basked in the warmth of post sex bliss. A contentment equal in strength to the panic and fear I’d felt before entering the apartment filled me, and I let myself enjoy it.
“So, uh, you gonna tell me where that came from? Because I have the feeling it didn’t happen just because you were super horny,” Eli said, glancing sidelong at me.
I shrugged. “Nothing to worry about.”
“Uh-huh. I guess I should pretend I don’t know you’re lying.”
“Will you if I promise I’ll tell you soon?”
“It’s about everything...isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
He laid his head on my shoulder, taking a deep breath. “Okay. We’ll enjoy this last night of ignoring the world and talk about it...tomorrow?”
Tomorrow was too soon for my comfort, but reality would have to reassert itself after the weekend. Swallowing, I nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
“Okay,” he said, twining his arm through mine and holding my hand as we sat there, him reaching over to grab some food.
His question had brought back the worry for a moment, but in light of the much-needed cuddling, I felt it wither and die.
Not for good, I knew it would come back in time, but for now?—
For now, there was just us, and that was more than enough for me.