Chapter Ten #2
Milo’s eyes widened. Finn’s name no longer burned my throat when I mentioned him, my body didn’t feel like it’d shatter into a thousand pieces at his mere memory, and I stopped having the urge to fling myself from a cliff when I remembered how much I’d fucked things up in my youth.
“It won’t. What happened then was awful, devastating, but I know more now than I ever did then.
This isn’t the first time I’ve dealt with demons trying to migrate into a bigger city.
” Milo rubbed his hands up and down my biceps, comforting with a hint of desire.
“Occasionally, demons forget the strength of guilds and think they can get lost in a crowd.”
He had a point. Cities held an allure for demons and all forms of demonic energy, given the massive surplus of magic in them.
Wisps weren’t sentient, so they moved purely like magnets, and fiends were base creatures fueled by hunger.
But demons knew to stick to rural areas with less guild and government oversight, someplace they could remain unseen.
All the same, it didn’t make them any less dangerous, and whether experienced or not, I worried Milo was overhyping the strength and skill of Enchanter Evergreen.
“As much as I like you being all supportive,” I said. “And only mildly manipulative—”
“Hey!”
“While having your blessing to delve into your mind whenever is great, the biggest problem is I’m not sure how to turn it off when it happens.” I chose each word carefully. “Which makes functioning difficult.”
“So you’re saying I constantly turn you on? Or turn your magic on. Interesting.” Milo didn’t muse over his words half as thoughtfully, blurting whatever popped into his head. “No, I get it. Sporting a psychic boner for your boyfriend at work would be challenging.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“I know what you said. I’m in your thoughts because you’re in my head.”
“Just saying sorry in advance for any eavesdropping. I’ll try my best to quell my telepathy. It’s just been erratic lately.”
“How many times do I have to say it? Don’t quell anything.
” Milo leaned close, his lips soft and sweet against mine.
“ I like having you in my head. When I feel you here, I know it’s because you care.
The fact your branch is growing, improving, and seeking me out above everyone in the city—I want to believe it’s because maybe we have something real. ”
I pulled my lips back and pressed my forehead against his. “ It is real. Everything I feel for you is beyond my limited vocabulary. ”
If I had a lifetime to explain it, I’d never find the right words. But I wanted that lifetime to search for them. That lifetime to spend with Milo.
Milo tilted his still-pressed head until the twinkle in his sparkling blue eyes met mine. “If you’re that worried about it, focusing on being here and there and everywhere, why not make a manifestation?”
“That just feels weird, intentionally creating a manifestation to follow you around all day.” Plus, I still hadn’t been able to summon one.
Not that my apparently obsessive magic stretching across the city to stalk him wasn’t strange enough.
At least, I didn’t do it intentionally. Maybe subconsciously.
Letting Milo back into my life, into my heart, being completely unaware of where or what he was doing, and the idea of losing him like I’d—no, we’d—lost Finn made it clear there was no maybe in my subconscious.
My branch had grown and used the development to shield me from scars that’d never quite healed.
“I don’t mind you inside me.” Milo stifled a giggle. “In fact, I quite enjoy it.”
“Oh, shut up.” I pushed him back.
“ Mmmm. ” Milo growled. “ Yes, sir. ”
I rolled my eyes. His surface thoughts danced in a hundred suggestive scenarios and some brazen imagery on his mood for the evening. Milo often stirred in more dominant desires, but when his submissive cravings struck, he made a point to make it blatantly obvious what he wanted.
Ignoring his desires, I took his suggestion and amplified my telepathy.
The kitchen transformed into a haze of colorful emotions, all permeating off Milo.
His emotions wafted around like lingering perfumes, displaying his physical, carnal desires from the seductive pinks to the aroused reds.
It was the violet haze radiating at his core that showed the coupled intimacy he craved above it all.
Violet waves exuding desires for a simple touch, cuddling, hand-holding, romance.
But, as much as Milo yearned for each of these now and always, his immediate intimacy shifted toward sex.
With my telepathy at its peak, I summoned a manifestation to link to Milo, something to watch over him quietly, one I could recollect when time permitted.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
There wasn’t a single fiber of my consciousness I could scrape off and conjure. I stood, blinking away the confusion.
“There’s something wrong with my manifestation.” It’d been a few months since I last used them during the void vision investigation, but I’d gone years without summoning them and never felt this stunted when performing.
“Dorian, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you struggle to get it up before.” Milo coyly stepped forward, grabbing my hand. I grumbled but continued channeling. “Jokes aside, channel my frequency, and maybe it’ll help your manifestation latch on.”
Still, nothing.
“It’ll be fine. I’ll figure it out.” I’d coped without conjuring them before, like when my branch first developed, and I’d bounce between so many minds, it became a monsoon of desires, thoughts, and memories.
I had survived it then. Randomly springing into Enchanter Evergreen’s head while working or simply at home couldn’t be much worse than surviving my teen years lost in folks minds, navigating a way through mine.
“Question.” Milo released his hand. “Are you in my head now?”
“ Well, there’s the telepathic link. ” I hadn’t severed it, but it didn’t help reel a manifestation forward.
I was always in his head when he was this close, he knew that, but he meant something deeper.
Was I merely glimpsing his thoughts and desires, making sense of them in my own head, or was I simultaneously over his shoulder observing him while he stared at me lustfully? It was the former.
“No, I mean, whose sensations are you feeling right this second.” Milo brushed his fingertips along my forearm, tickling the hairs. “Did you feel my hand or your skin when I touched you?”
“I don’t know.” Oh, I knew.
“How about this?” He leaned in, nibbling my ear.
“Just feel your tongue along my neck.”
“So, no taste of sweet skin or the scent of your shampoo?”
“No, why?”
Despite publicly declaring our relationship, we hadn’t had much alone time since. We hadn’t had much before. Balancing schedules was a headache, one we could ignore for a minute. Given the ferocity of Milo’s hungry thoughts, we’d ignore the outside world for a few hours.
“Curiosity, I suppose.” Milo unzipped my jeans, slipping his hand in and grabbing hold of my cock. “Wondering how we can test the limits of our melded minds.”
Milo dropped to his knees. My face heated, and I took in a deep breath as he wrapped his lips around my tip and went all the way to the base in one swift twist of his head. “ It’s fascinating, is all. Like if you could feel yourself getting and giving h— ”
“ Stop overthinking that and think about... ” I growled, primal and synced exactly to the mood Milo desired .
He wrapped his hands over my hips and steadied my stance while keeping me pinned to the counter. I grabbed his hair, tightly squeezing until my knuckles turned white. Milo gagged, struggling yet satisfied.
Clenching my jaw, I fought back a grunt as I enveloped his throat until I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled him away and panted, so the fulfilled excitement eased ever so.
Waving a hand, I guided him to his feet with instruction and telekinesis. Staring at each other silently for seconds I never wanted to end, I finally broke the pause, adjusting my pants enough to walk, and grabbing Milo by the loops of his dress slacks.
In that tiny lull, there was no sound. No thoughts.
No voices. Only Milo’s feelings and my instinct.
Pulling him closer by his slacks, I kissed him, moving my hands behind his thighs and lifting him into my bedroom.
Between the passion blurring everything and the swift pull of telekinesis, we were wrapped together naked on the bed in a moment.
Milo rolled over, and I licked the space between his shoulder blades, eliciting a delightful shudder, before telekinetically reaching for the lube in my nightstand.
Milo positioned himself on all fours, and I grabbed his hips, aligning him, gently instructing him to rise a little more and arch a bit deeper.
Slowly, I eased myself inside him, taking gentle yet forceful strokes, holding his hips in place.
Milo bit his lower lip, and mine quivered at the sensation.
I continued, hastening my thrusts, and arching his back, pushing his chest and head deeper into the mattress as I entered further.
His slick sweat became intoxicating, wrapped in the musk of his cologne.
Each second alluring and every panted breath enticing.
Keeping one hand at his waist, I slowly trailed my other from Milo’s lower back, up his spine, and settled with a firm grip on his shoulder. He tensed, and I stopped. Resisting every desire to pump faster and harder and more aggressively into a willing Milo, I relented.
His appetites in thought often superseded his physical adaptability to receiving since he rarely did. Still, those passions mixed within my mind making it difficult to stop when every fiber wanted more, but I knew his body needed a moment longer to adjust.
“I’m fine.” Milo arched, leaning upward and pressing his back against my chest.
Sweat held us together like glue.
I released his shoulder, cupping his jaw forcefully and kissing him. The calm seduction between our lips allowed him to loosen and relax with me inside him. We hadn’t been intimate in the busy week, yet it’d been well over a month since Milo hungered for a submissive position.
The last time he’d wanted a more passive position, he was still on top, sexually speaking, but physically I’d taken the assertive role. That was what this desire was, an overwhelming need to be satisfied and controlled.
That said, I took care to be gentle because Milo often overestimated what he wanted versus what he could handle. I’d topped Milo enough to know his threshold of pain and pleasure mixing into satisfaction.
Kissing his nape, I guided him back down, pushing him deep into the mattress, and clung to him as I lay on top.
I wrapped my arms under Milo’s, running my hands through his blond hair as my fingers interlocked. His biceps squeezed against mine, and anticipation and nervousness spiraled in equal measure.
Lightly running my teeth along his neck, I kissed him each time I slowly thrust.
Steadying my hold and pace, I continued speeding up, encouraged by Milo’s muffled moans and relaxed muscles. He whimpered, convulsing and close to cumming beneath me, so close it made me throb more, electrified by his intense pleasure.
“Wait.” I grazed my teeth against his neck, wanting nothing more than to finish at the same time.
I pounded him harder, swept away by the euphoric delight he took in each stroke of my cock burying into him, the grunts of authority that sent his mind whirling, and the feel of my skin slapping against his.
My entire body warmed, feeling Milo’s every sensation—the pleasure I brought him, the intoxication he gave me—and I grunted, taking light, twitchy thrusts as we came together.