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“How good you look in my bed.”

“Mmm, I like being here.”

“Good. I want you here more often,” I said, claiming his mouth again before he could reject me. That could come later. But instead, Milo grinned and wrapped his arms around my neck.

“Fuck yeah! I’ll be here whenever you want me, sweetheart.”

I groaned, my kisses turning desperate. I wanted to tell him not to say that, to tell him he didn’t have to pretend, but at the same time, I knew it wasn’t a lie. Milo wanted this as much as I did, even if neither of us were sure how to put that feeling into words.

Maybe we’d get there one day. Along with figuring out what we wanted this whole thing to be.

I trailed my mouth down his body, exploring his skin with my tongue, my cock throbbing every time he groaned. I desperately wanted to take my time and take him apart with care and precision, but my patience had already waned and now it was hanging by a thread.

Milo’s hand caressed the top of my head, fingers sinking into my hair as I kissed his stomach and down his hips, my body settling between his thighs. There was something deeply sexy about having his legs on either side of my head, and I almost wanted him to wrap them around me as I sucked his cock, showing me how desperately he needed it.

I’d probably have to take my glasses off then. Otherwise they’d get steamed up or covered in cum. Either way, I wouldn’t be able to see.

His dick felt perfect on my tongue as I wrapped my lips around him, sucking him into my mouth. Milo gasped, his hips bucking up off the bed and pushing his cock deeper into me. I groaned and bobbed my head, moaning as he filled me, the taste of his precum bursting across my tongue and coating my lips.

Saliva dripped out my mouth, running down his balls and dripping over his taint. Milo groaned, lifting his legs off the bed and angling his arse towards me. “Please, sweetheart,” he said. “Need you to fuck me.”

I groaned but didn’t answer him, too preoccupied with sucking his dick. But I did grasp around for the lube, fumbling to pour some over my hands without looking so I could start fingering him open. I was sure half of it went on the bed, but I didn’t give a shit. I could easily change the sheets before we fell asleep.

My slick fingers lightly slid between his arse cheeks, and I briefly pulled off his cock to ask, “Is this okay?”

“Fuck yeah,” Milo said, pushing back against me like he was trying to force my fingers inside him. “Want you inside me.”

“I think you’re forgetting something,” I said teasingly as I looked up at him, my breath ghosting over the sensitive head of his dick.

“Please! Please, Rupert! Fucking want you inside me. Don’t make me wait.”

“Mmm, you’re so cute when you beg. You give in so easily.”

If he was going to argue, it once again faded on his lips as I swallowed his cock down and slowly pushed my finger inside him, letting the dual sensations flood him. Milo swore and I smirked around his dick as his shaft jumped on my tongue. I could get very used to seeing him like this—spread out, cursing, and losing himself to pleasure on the end of my fingers, mouth, and cock.

It was a powerful feeling, to know I was the one making him fall apart, and I wanted to experience it over and over again.

Milo’s moans were music to my ears as I slowly opened him up, spreading him open on my fingers until he was whining and begging. “Please, Rupert, this is… fuck, this is torture!”

“Want me to stop?”

“NO! I want you to get your dick inside me!”

“How do you want it?” I asked, kissing the head of his cock and curling my fingers inside him, stroking his prostate until he cursed.

“F-From behind. Want you to fucking pound me.”

“Get on your knees then.” I pulled my fingers out of him and sat up, giving him enough room to roll over. He dropped his shoulders to the bed, wiggling his arse in front of me, his waiting hole glistening with lube. “Fuck, Milo. You look so perfect like this.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Good, then get your fucking cock in me! Please!”

I chuckled as I got to my knees, ripping a condom wrapper open and rolling it onto my dick. “One day, I’ll teach you patience.”

“I doubt it,” Milo said as I guided my cock to his hole, tapping it against his sensitive rim. “You want this as much as me.”