The room tilted and Elio couldn’t breathe. “If you wish.”
Trembling fingers grazed Elio’s length and Milo gasped. “It’s so hot! Does that hurt?”
“Hurt? Haven’t you—?” Elio rolled a hand vaguely, unable to manage full sentences.
“Not really,” Milo said, shaking his head. “I used to think there was something wrong with me because I never thoughtabout…itlike the other boys and I never got turned on, no matter what I looked at. Boys, girls, enbies… Nothing happened.”
“I understand. I’m…fickle and rarely think of it.” Oh, but he was thinking about it now,hard.
Milo answered with another one of his distracted hums as he held Elio’s pulsing shaft on his palm, examining it. “My dads explained that I was probably demisexual and maybe even asexual and that some people just are. My dad, Giles, wasn’t attracted to anyone until he got to be good friends with Mom. And Riley. He’s always had a thing for Riley. It’s always been Riley for him, since they were kids, and he’s never really felt any attraction to anyone else but Mom.”
“That sounds very special, actually,” Elio said as he imagined being Milo’s “only one.” No one had ever made Elio’s libido sing and he wondered what that kind of attraction felt like. He had never pursued it because he didn’t have time for more than one obsession but for a moment, Elio craved Milo’s touch and to touch and taste every inch of his body.
“I think…I’m feeling it now,” Milo said in a soft whisper, his breath feathering against Elio’s thigh and his cock, making him shiver.
“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that. You’re killing me, Milo.” Elio traced Milo’s lower lip with his thumb, stunned at how full and soft it was. “You really are the most beautiful man I have ever known.” How had Elio overlooked his perfect lips and incredibly handsome face? Was he so blinded by Milo’s brilliance that he’d missed howhothe was? “I’m a fool!”
“No.You’rebeautiful.” Milo rubbed his cheek against Elio’s thigh, over an illustration of the accretion of gas cloud G2 onto Sgr A*. “Everywhere I look, I see something beautiful.” He dragged his lips up Elio’s shaft and nudged the head. “What do I do if I want to…give you pleasure?”
Elio was lightheaded and his chest heaved as if he was running.Am I swooning? What is this?It wasn’t the first time he’d received head but this was something far more meaningful—magical—as Milo stared up at Elio and waited for instructions. Elio caressed Milo’s cheek, captivated. “Exist. Smile.”
A soft laugh wafted from Milo as he covered the head in feather-soft kisses. “I don’t knowanythingabout sex and unlimited head but I’m pretty sure there’s more to it than that.”
“Yes, but I am so close, Milo. A smile might be enough. In fact…” Elio looked around, then locked on the sofa. “Why don’t I go first?” he suggested but didn’t wait for Milo to answer. Elio scooped him up onto his feet by his armpits. “It would be easier to just show you.”
“O—kay…” Milo nodded, slightly dazed but raised his arms when Elio pulled his T-shirt up and off and danced them toward the sofa. “I do learn better by observing.” He allowed Elio to untie his pajama pants and push them down, then dropped onto the cushions when he received a gentle push.
“Good. Because I have to taste you.Now,” Elio lowered to his knees and whisked away Milo’s pants. He let out a shocked gasp when he noticeda tattooon Milo’s hip. “What’s this?” he asked as he traced it, then gasped louder when he finally made out the words. “Justice for Pluto?”
Milo hummed and nodded drunkenly. “One day, I’ll restore Pluto’s honor.”
“Ilove it, Milo.” Elio kissed it reverently before moving lower and breathing him in, painfully aroused and unusually aware of the smell and warmth of Milo’s body. He had never cared with his other partners, those past encounters had been nothing more than quick exchanges of favors. Most had happened in bathrooms or stairwells and often because Elio simplycouldwithout deviating from his schedule and they were never distracting.
Now, Elio was enthralled and wanted to know all of Milo’s secrets and how every inch of him tasted. “I’ll be gentle, because you’ll be very sensitive, but you don’t have to be gentle with me.” His hands glided up Milo’s thighs and he arched and gasped as Elio parted them. Goosebumps spread across Milo’s stomach and down his legs and Elio watched as his cock swelled and twitched to attention. Elio blew on it softly, making Milo yelp and moan.
“Eli! I— Please, touch me!”
“Shhh… I will.” Elio pressed a kiss to Milo’s cock, then dragged his tongue all the way up and around the head before sucking on it. He kept the pressure light but Milo would have hit the ceiling if he hadn’t grabbed onto the back and the arm of the sofa.
“Elio!”
“Mmmm…” He rumbled and groaned in approval at the tart, softly salty taste of Milo’s pre-cum. “Push on my head if you want me to suck harder and pull my hair if it’s too much. Got it?”
Milo nodded. “Got it,” he croaked.
“Good.” That was the last time Elio planned to use his mouth for words until Milo came.
He opened wider and took Milo as deep as he could and Elio hoped he was a screamer. Elio sucked as he raised his head and was rewarded with a louder moan. It wasn’t long before Milo was setting the pace, his legs kicking and his feet flexing and curling as he pushed and guided Elio’s head up and down. Unaware and unburdened by shame, Milo was lost in his body and the pleasure Elio lavished on him.
Elio pumped and kneaded as he sucked, glorying in the tastes and the sounds of Milo’s pleasure. Before, sex had been a mechanical process that Elio timed and tracked by his own needs and impulses but he was completely tuned in to Milo’sbody, thrilling at every response and eagerly anticipating his sensory overload.
“Eli! Eli, wait!” Milo whimpered as he began to tremble and buck. “Something’s happening! I—! I’m?—!”
“It’s alright. Let go. Let me taste your cum.”
“Eli!Oh!” Milo cried out, his fingers twisting tight in Elio’s hair as cum pumped from his cock. It coated Elio’s tongue and he knew bliss as Milo chanted his name and lolled on the sofa. Heat plumed in Elio’s core as the throbbing pressure in his sac and cock became insistent.
“Here,” Elio said as he stood and guided Milo’s head. Lust drunk and still giddy, Milo opened wide and sucked with clumsy enthusiasm.
