Chapter 23
Notes:
Superhero Rowan and Thief Milo got the summary treatment last chapter. Engineer Rowan and Robot Milo? They’re getting the FULL shebang below. XD Onward!
ROWAN
The wind was only mildly knocked from Rowan after Milo’s slam of him back against the wall. It hadn’t been so hard as to do anything other than excite him, which, alongside Milo’s intense bedroom eyes as he advanced to pin Rowan where he stood, was really fucking hot.
Milo claimed Rowan’s lips like only a passionate person could.
Normal bots didn’t feel passion. Normal bots didn’t feel anything.
But Milo wasn’t normal by any stretch of the imagination.
He was as human as anyone covered in organic flesh, maybe more so than some, regardless of having circuits over a circulatory system.
He was warm and real and wanted Rowan. Not only that. He wanted to make Rowan happy, but not at the expense of his own happiness. No. The way a real partner should, something Rowan had never known from anyone else he had ever been with.
Why had he been allowing his hang-ups to prevent him from surrendering fully to this?
The lean lines of Milo’s body pressed up against Rowan, legs slotting side by side to bring their hips as close to fusing together as possible. Milo was hard, naturally turned on, not just following commands, and knowing he could cause that so readily sprung Rowan’s cock to attention in response.
Milo kissed like he didn’t need breath, which he didn’t, but he still paused between coils of his tongue to let Rowan breathe, and panted sweet and sultry sounding whimpers against his lips.
Since Milo very clearly wanted to lead, Rowan sank back against the support of the wall to let him.
He would gladly let Milo touch every part of him, because when he did, it was with such wonder, as if Rowan was the perfect one who had been custom made piece by piece.
As Milo found the parting of fabric between Rowan’s shirt and jeans, he slid one hand possessively up his chest and thumbed open the button of his jeans with the other.
“While I do not normally need to eat,” Milo spoke coyly, silver eyes glinting with growing mischief, “I would very much like to eat you out right now.”
The sudden give of Rowan’s knees sank him even lower where he leaned against the wall, enough that he and Milo’s mouths became parallel, allowing Milo to steal another kiss before Rowan could answer. “Then make a meal of me, Milo.”
Milo dropped to his knees with enough force that, had he been human, the audible thud of him hitting the floor might have made Rowan flinch.
Unfettered joy filled Milo’s expression as he dragged Rowan’s open jeans down his legs, then his underwear next, releasing him with a heavy bounce to the open air.
His cock pulsed larger, no longer constricted by fabric, then again when Milo nuzzled his leaking tip, streaking precome across his pale cheek.
Milo licked his lips. Rowan did as well in an unconscious echo. He had never had Milo duck so low beneath the fall of his sac before, coaxing his thighs to further part so he could surge up between Rowan's cheeks and lick his way inside of him.
“Ohhh!” Only the wall and Milo’s hands moving to grip Rowan’s hips and pin him more firmly prevented his knees from buckling.
This was not the best position for the access needed to eat ass, even after Milo hefted one of Rowan’s thighs over his shoulder. Any human partner would have found it trying, awkward, even painful with how Milo’s neck had to contort, but he didn’t feel that sort of discomfort.
He could also unleash his tongue like some sort of flesh-covered mechanical tentacle to delve deeper without having to spread Rowan’s cheeks very far at all.
“Fuck!” Rowan absolutely would have toppled without Milo’s support, even with the wall behind him.
Milo’s tongue wasn’t infinite by any means, but it could extend longer than a human’s—much longer—and spiraled up inside Rowan like a hungry snake.
Rowan didn’t even need his cock touched to feel like he might erupt at a moment’s notice with how Milo expertly found his prostate and pressed his tongue against it.
And then vibrated where it caressed.
When had he learned he could do that? Rowan knew it was possible for some of Milo's parts, but he'd never explored those functions, having wanted before to pretend that Milo was more than a bot.
He was now, and if Milo chose to use those functions himself, well.
.. something so impossible that no human partner could accomplish definitely made having a bot for a boyfriend even more worthwhile.
Milo hummed so deliciously too, like he was truly enjoying every second of the act, making pleased, honest noises of glee that his former self had only vaguely been able to mimic.
He was also possibly humming the clean vocals melody to the metal song he’d just played, which sidetracked Rowan long enough to realize…
Had Milo gotten a song stuck in his head?
It didn’t get more human than that.
Milo started thrusting with his uncannily long and vibrating tongue, pounding Rowan’s prostate with its meaty tip, and while not as thick as other things Rowan wanted inside him right then, it was so wet and malleable and never needed a break. Just thrust after thrust after thrust.
“Ah!” Rowan pounded a fist back against the wall as Milo’s long, elegant fingers wrapped around his cock and began to stroke him while continuing to eat him out.
Never before had that term been more accurate.
Milo was having a meal of Rowan all right.
He could have been his own tentacle hentai with how his tongue extended and moved and wetted Rowan’s insides with extra lubricant secreting from it just like Milo’s entrance could become wet and ready simply by him willing it.
The extraction of Milo’s tongue was equally as pleasure inducing, like slowly pulling out a thick set of beads. Rowan’s legs were shaking, and he felt open and empty and so ready for more.
“Rowan…?” Milo looked up at him, lips rosy pink and cheeks flush. He batted his lashes and nuzzled against Rowan’s increasingly hard cock again to streak his other cheek with prerelease. “May I be inside you this time?”
Hadn’t he just been very much inside him?
Rowan wanted to joke. In truth, although they’d had sex several times since Milo rode Rowan in his work room, each occurrence had been with Rowan topping.
He hadn’t planned it that way, they hadn’t discussed it either, but it had seemed to be what Milo wanted, and so they’d fallen into those roles without question.
But before the lightning, Rowan had switched things up with Milo almost daily.
“Absolutely,” Rowan rumbled, and Milo’s answering smile banished Rowan’s creeping fatigue and how close he had been to coming.
Until Milo swallowed his cock deep enough to bury his nose in Rowan’s curls
“F-fuck!” Rowan pounded the wall behind him again. Milo’s heat, fervent swallows, and once again vibrating tongue were beyond thrilling, and Rowan tried to just enjoy the feeling, to keep surrendering, without letting himself fall so close to the edge that he came before he wanted to.
He could imagine nothing sweeter than having Milo fuck him right there against the wall.
After bobbing on Rowan’s cock for several ravenous minutes, Milo finally ascended, removing his shirt and undoing his pants to drop them and his underwear to the floor. As he stepped out of them, Rowan stepped out of his on trembling legs and made to face the wall.
“No.” Milo stopped him, pinning Rowan again so their gazes locked. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.”
Rowan shuddered at the sultry way Milo had said that. “But how—”
Milo effortlessly hoisted Rowan up the wall as if he were the shorter, willowy one between them, cranking up the heat in Rowan’s belly like it might boil over. Milo could break him if he wanted to, Laws of Robotics be damned, which made his ever-present tenderness that much hotter.
With Rowan lifted, shirt bunched above his waist—they rarely managed to remove all of his clothes despite always getting Milo naked—he had such a unique view of the platinum-haired beauty, bright glowing eyes the nearest aspect to him with a full view down the glorious length of Milo’s body.
And at the length of a specific part of him that he slowly, agonizingly, brought Rowan down to sheathe himself on.
There was just the right amount of stretch in the wake of what Milo’s tongue had accomplished that Rowan was seated in one steady motion without a single tremor in Milo’s arms while keeping him aloft.
There were tremors in Rowan’s arms. And legs.
And all throughout him, as Milo began to thrust, anchoring their connection with Rowan’s back still pressed to the wall.
Having his shirt on helped temper the friction that might have burned after a while had they been skin to skin.
Rowan could surrender without having to do anything other than let Milo take him.
Like in Rowan’s work room, fucking on his wheely chair, Milo could hold Rowan with only one arm, and he did, shifting his grip so he could reach up and poke a finger at Rowan’s shirt fabric.
“You have a hole in your shirt.”
“Huh?” Rowan’s eyes could barely focus as Milo drove deeper inside him with every snap of his hips, slamming up into his prostate just as perfectly as when he’d tongued it. “Oh.” He felt more than saw when Milo’s finger slid into the hole, lightly scratching at Rowan’s skin. “Guess I do.”
“May I ruin it?”
The deeper husk to Milo’s voice brought the first real threat of early release, because Milo could ruin everything Rowan was anytime he wanted to.
Rowan nodded, though he didn’t quite understand what Milo meant until he felt a tug at the hole, and then Milo tore the shirt in two right down its center.
That was one way to get it mostly off of him.