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“Exactly. Now let’s go!” He grinned and waved his hand towards my bedroom. “Less standing around, more getting naked.”

I could only laugh as he grabbed my hand without waiting for a response, dragging me the short distance to my room. His fingers grasped the hem of the old jumper I’d thrown on, pulling it over my head and tossing it vaguely in the direction of the storage chest at the bottom of my bed. It dislodged my glasses, but they were easy enough to put back into place after my T-shirt was quickly added to the pile before Milo reached for the elasticated waistband of my trousers, pushing them over my thighs while gazing at me hungrily.

“Gorgeous,” he said softly as I stepped out of the trousers, vaguely kicking them away. “Simply gorgeous.”

“So are you,” I said, reaching out to start stripping him naked in return. His fleece was easy to peel off, but underneath he had a button-up shirt in an outrageously bright floral print, and it was difficult to drag it off over his head.

“I should be cross about these buttons,” I added as my fingers fumbled over them, my hurry making it harder to get them through the damn buttonholes. “But this shirt strangely suits you and I don’t want to damage it.”

“Thanks? I think there was a compliment in there.”

“A vague one. I still don’t see how you can get away with wearing things that’re so… bright.”

“You were going to say garish, weren’t you? Or lurid? Gaudy is another good option,” Milo said with a teasing grin. “Personally, I think flamboyant is the best choice.”

“We’ll go with that one then,” I said as I finally got the last of the buttons undone and pushed the shirt over his shoulders before reaching for my next target: his jeans. If I had my way, Milo would forever be dressed in bright, beautiful things which were easy for me to get into. No more fiddly shirt buttons or obnoxious button flies. And no more stiff buttons either. “These are a pest! They won’t undo.”

“Oh, sorry, there’s a bit of a knack to them,” Milo said. His fingers replaced mine, deftly popping open the buttons to reveal a pair of striped boxers underneath. “Sorry, they’re not my fanciest pants. I didn’t realise I’d be getting laid today.”

“I don’t mind. You can wear whatever underwear you want, it’s not like it’s going to be staying on for long.” I smirked and dipped my fingers under the waistband, brushing the root of his cock and drawing a soft moan from him as he staggered slightly, leaning into my touch like he was desperate for more.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You can’t tease me like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not fair,” he whined as I pulled my fingers back so I could push his boxers down, leaving him virtually naked apart from a pair of custard yellow socks.

“Why is it not fair?” I asked, leaning close enough to press the question to his lips.

“Because it’s not.”

“That’s not a reason, try again.”

“Because I want more?”

“You don’t sound sure.”

“I’m not. I mean, I really want more! But I dunno if that’s an acceptable reason.” He was almost pouting and I bit my bottom lip so I wouldn’t start laughing.

“I’ll allow it. For now.” I kissed him deeply, claiming his mouth with my tongue. One of my hands found his hip, thumb drawing circles across the warm skin, the other slid between us to grasp his cock, slowly stroking him to full hardness. Milo moaned again, pouring the sound between my lips like liquid desire.

“You… What… I… Mmm, fuck!” If he’d wanted to argue with me then he’d utterly failed before he’d even started. But as fun as it would’ve been to bicker playfully with him, there was something delicious about him melting under my touch. He was putty in my hands, and we’d only just stripped off.

“Get on the bed,” I said, letting go of his cock to give him some incentive to move. “I want to suck you.”

“Fucking warning you now: you might make me come.”

“Then come. We don’t have to fuck.”

“I’ll still want you to fuck me, even if I can’t get hard again,” Milo said as he stole a kiss and then took two steps backwards until he reached the bed. He sprawled out on it like a starfish, in a way which shouldn’t have been sexy, but somehow still was.

Probably because it was Milo, and somehow I considered everything that he did sexy, even if it made no sense.

“Okay then, I will.” I retrieved the lube and a condom from my bedside table, putting them on the bed so I didn’t have to worry about trying to reach for them when I was ready.

Milo kicked his socks off and shuffled slightly further up the bed, head resting on the small mountain of decorative cushions and pillows I had on my bed. For a second I wondered what it would be like to see him there more often, to wake up in the morning and see him stretched out beside me, head buried in the pillow mountain and arm around my waist.

“What’re you thinking?” he asked as I leant across to kiss him, blanketing his body with mine.