2. Milo #2
“That’s fine with me.”
“You smell so good.” He took a deep breath, burying his nose in Milo’s damp curls. “Your scent is like a siren’s song, luring me to my doom.”
“Doom? Am I so unbearable?” Milo asked with a breathy laugh. To be honest, he was barely listening, barely keeping track of the conversation as Grievance’s hands gripped his waist, squeezing the smallest point of him.
“Yes. Every second with you is a test of my endurance. I spend every waking moment holding myself back, wondering how much longer my composure will hold before I can’t take it anymore… and forget just how delicate you are in my hands.”
“Fuck~ Grievance.” Milo whimpered as those massive hands slid from his waist and gripped the globes of his ass, massaging them so hard it bordered on painful. But even that wasn’t enough. “More. Grievance, give me more.”
The Chimera attacked the side of Milo’s neck, biting him hard enough that a startled cry escaped before Milo could stop it. The next second, a soothing tongue licked at the tortured spot.
“You sure you can take more?”
Milo made the arcane hand sign for the letter “R” in the air. The Calcifer crystal he’d hung in the corner of the shower flickered, then turned a deep shade of red, casting them into semi-darkness and adding a sensual note to the air.
“Yes,” he said confidently. “I can take it.”
Grievance took another long swipe. “Fuck, Milo. I can’t decide if it is your scent or your taste that ensnares me more.” Another lick. “Or maybe, your voice.”
He descended on that same patch of skin, wrapping his mouth around it and sucking.
Milo whimpered, fingernails digging into Grievance’s back as the Chimera feasted on his neck. Harder and harder until Milo shook from the painful sting of it. Right when it was nearing too much, it stopped, and Milo sagged against the wall.
“Mmmm, yes. That mark will do just fine,” Grievance said, inspecting his work, which Milo was absolutely certain would become the biggest, ugliest hickey he’d ever endured.
Grievance grabbed Milo’s chin, guiding it up to face him.
“Look how beautiful you are,” he murmured, almost reverently. Then he descended on Milo’s mouth. Not with a kiss. No. Grievance had his own way of claiming Milo’s lips.
It was wild. Instinctive. Beastlike.
And it drove Milo crazy.
Grievance was a master of his tongue, moving it with incredible dexterity.
He dragged it slowly across Milo’s lips, back and forth, lapping and twisting in a way that had Milo’s knees going weak, his body needing to brace against the tiled wall so much he worried he’d slide down.
Grievance’s tongue continued its exploration of Milo’s mouth before tracing the seam between his lips, in a coaxing glide. Seeking permission to enter.
Asking.
Always asking. For all Grievance’s strength, all the ways he could so easily overpower him, he never took more until Milo gave that affirming nod. And that tenderness was precisely what made Milo feel so safe in his arms.
Milo responded by parting his lips and letting that tongue plunder his mouth like it was searching for treasure. When he pulled away, Milo gasped, breath coming in heavy bursts. He’d forgotten to breathe. The sensation had been too good.
“Do you want it tonight?” Grievance asked in a throaty whisper, barely audible above the spray of the shower.
“Always,” Milo gasped.
“Then you know what to do. I want your mouth open—begging for it.”
Milo obeyed, opening his mouth as wide as it would go, sticking his tongue out as far as he could. Grievance grabbed the end of his chin and looked into his mouth.
“So perfect. So needy for me, begging like this.”
Green flashed at the edges of the Chimera’s tattoos as he called upon his magic. Called upon that incredible power to change his shape, his body, all to please his mate.
This transformation was Milo’s favorite.
This time, when Grievance stuck out his tongue to plunder Milo’s mouth, it slithered out like a serpent, a foot long, with split forks at the end. A basilisk’s tongue. Milo was allowed one more breath before it shot into his mouth, and Grievance smashed their lips together.
Milo groaned as loud as he could as that thick wet muscle buried itself in his mouth, sliding down his tongue, fucking his throat as it pumped in and out. It was thicker at the base, wide enough that Milo’s lips struggled to accommodate it.
Grievance worked his mouth like a starving man devouring his first meal in months. Spit spilled from the edges of Milo’s lips as that wet serpent made a mess of him. All Milo could do was suck in shallow breaths through his nose while his throat was ravaged raw.
Finally, Grievance withdrew, like a beast returning to its cave, and Milo gasped, more spit falling from his lips—even more going down his throat as he swallowed.
All the while, the Chimera’s thick shaft pressed hard against Milo’s leg, a steady stream of pre-cum dripping down his thigh, thick and distinct from the spray of the shower.
Good. He’s reaching his limit, too.
“Would you like me to use this tongue… somewhere else?” Grievance asked, and he was gasping now, chest heaving, body pressing tighter to Milo’s. Hands reached down to Milo’s ass, sliding into his crease until a finger pressed against Milo’s hole. “Here perhaps?”
Milo was past words. He was pretty sure Grievance had sucked them directly from his mouth. All he could do was let out the most pathetic whimper as he pushed back onto that finger, trying desperately to work it inside where he needed it.
But that finger withdrew the second Milo tried to apply any more pressure. He let out a frustrated groan, balling up a fist and slamming it weakly into Grievance’s chest.
“Stop teasing… I can’t take any more. Please… I need you so bad.”
Milo was on the verge of tears, the edging breaking him more than Grievance’s bruising grip ever could.
“Soon, my witch. I promise. But I need to mark you one more time.” He pressed a light kiss to Milo’s lips, almost apologetic. “Where would you like it?”
And Milo must have been a fucking sadist, because he wasn’t sure what possessed him to lift one knee, opening himself.
“Here,” he panted, rubbing at the delicate skin of his inner thigh.
Grievance touched that spot, his hand so close to finally stroking Milo’s pleading cock that he moaned in despair.
“Patience,” Grievance growled. “If I can resist the need to force my way into your petite body before you’ve been adequately prepared, you can endure my touch a few minutes longer.”
“Fine,” Milo ground out. “Just. Hurry.”
Grievance fell to his knees in the shower, and Milo couldn’t help but admire the sight. It was a bit comical, given how massive Grievance was in the tiny shower. Standing broadside, his shoulders barely fit.
Milo ran his hands through those long, wet strands. Grievance closed his eyes, humming as Milo played with his hair. Just like on the night they met.
“You’re beautiful. Have I told you that before?” Milo asked.
And he was definitely sex drunk because, of course, he’d told him that. But suddenly, it felt like he could spend the rest of his life telling Grievance how handsome he was. And it wouldn’t be enough.
“Mmm, not as breathtaking as you.” Grievance looked up at Milo like a prophet might to a god. “Just… look at you.”
Grievance ran his hands all the way from Milo’s throat, tracing a line down his chest, circling his pebbled nipples, down his flat stomach, before stopping just short of touching Milo’s erect, leaking shaft.
“Such a perfect body. Makes me want to leave my mark on every inch of you.” In a flash, he grabbed Milo behind the knee, lifting his leg and opening him wide. “Let’s start right here.”
Milo raised his fist to his mouth, biting down on his knuckles as Grievance latched onto the inside of his thigh. His beard scraped deliciously against the sensitive skin while his tongue traced over the spot, savoring it before he laid claim.
And fuck, Grievance claimed him. He sucked hard, the pull strong enough to make Milo’s breath catch.
In between each suck, he added teeth, inflicting sharp bites.
Back and forth in the same tender spot until Milo’s thighs were shaking and he was doing everything in his power to keep from shoving Grievance off when—
A massive hand grabbed ahold of Milo’s desperate cock, giving it a firm, punishing stroke. Milo groaned, the pleasure conflicting with the pain so hard it made him dizzy. The Chimera continued to stroke Milo’s cock, guiding him through the pain until finally… it was over.
Tears of relief fell from Milo’s eyes, joining the spray of the shower as his mate detached from his leg. Milo dared to look down and groaned at the bright red spot already forming there.
Grievance rose and placed a tender kiss on Milo’s knuckles, which he hadn’t realized he’d bitten almost hard enough to break the skin.
“You did so well.”
“Grievance, please… I can’t wait anymore. I need—”
“I know what you need, my sweet mate,” Grievance growled. “And I’m going to give it to you until you beg me to stop.”
He spun Milo, pushing a hand to his back until he bent forward, both hands braced on the shower wall. Grievance leaned over him, placing both his hands on top of Milo’s as though cementing them there.
“Do not move these hands until I tell you to,” he growled into Milo’s ear.
“I—I won’t,” Milo gasped, shaking with anticipation. With need. With the mind-numbing promise being made to him in the form of Grievance’s massive length throbbing against his ass, leaking so much pre-cum, Milo couldn’t imagine how much lay in wait, trapped in his heavy sack.
Fuck, I want him to spill it inside me. Fill me up until I swell.
But Milo didn’t dare ask. He refused to risk shattering a moment he’d earned by enduring two painful bites. He’d take whatever the Chimera would give him.