Milo blinked, waiting for Elio to finish one of those sentences because he had no idea what he was implying. His neck craned. “I might what?” he whispered, making Elio whimper as he bit a knuckle.
“You know…” he answered and cleared his throat.
Milo frowned. “No, I don’t.”
There was a muffled swear as Elio stepped closer. “I want you to fuck me, Milo. If you think you’d enjoy that,” he added tightly.
“Oh.” Milo mouthed as all the heat in his body spilled into his boxers. “I’ve never…”
“I know but I want more of what I saw in Hector’s office. You were so hot and the way you saw through me and called me on my shite wasamazing.”
“It was pretty good, wasn’t it,” Milo agreed as he recalled Brad’s shocked speechlessness and grinned. “I was too worried to notice but I actually said therightthing this time instead of wimping out.”
“I thought about clapping but I didn’t want to kill the moment or steal your thunder,” Elio said with a soft chuckle but Milo rolled his eyes.
“Calm down, it’s not like I punched him in the face.”
“Baby steps!” Elio said and swung his head towards the door. “Let’s go! I’m already rubbing off on you and I want to see howbadyou can be!” He had issued a dare and Elio’s eyes twinkled as he waited to see if Milo would take it.
Milo glanced over Elio’s shoulder at the lounge beyond the office’s glass walls, then at the bathroom to his right. “What if we didn’t ditch work and just…did it here?” he said and tilted his head towards the bathroom.
“Milo!” Elio gasped and looked scandalized. “Here?” he said but his lips curved into a grin.
“Couldn’t we?” Milo asked, somewhat unsure about the logistics. “It would save us time and I could get back to this when we’re done,” he said with a weak wave at the touchscreen.
Elio hummed as he backed towards the bathroom, pulling Milo with him. “We could! It’s a brilliant idea, I just wasn’t expectingyouto be the one to suggest it.” He pressed on the panel behind him, pushing the invisible door in the chalkboard wall open.
“It is kind of…naughty,” Milo noted and his face was warm as he took one last look to make sure no one was watching in the lounge, then closed the door behind him.
“Very naughty. I love it,” Elio growled as he gathered Milo in his arms and kissed him hungrily. Their tongues twirled and tangled as they unbuttoned and unzipped their jeans but Elio turned Milo away from the sofa and steered them to the sink. “I want you to be as stern and as rough as you want and I want to watch.” He fell back against the sink and pulled a packet of lube from the pocket of his jacket, daring Milo again.
Milo took the packet, biting his lip. “It’ll probably be rough because I’ve never…” He squeezed his eyes shut, his face burning with embarrassment.
“That’s alright!” Elio said with an encouraging chuckle. “Trust me, the rougher the better. Bathroom quickies are supposed to be rough and clumsy.”
“A bathroom quickie?” Milo whispered to himself, awed that it was happening to him and that he had been the one to suggest it. “What’s gotten into me?”
There was a snorting giggle from Elio and he raised a hand, taking responsibility. “I did and it’s turning you into a bad boy.”
“I can be a bad boy,” Milo said with feigned nonchalance. He was having a total meltdown on the inside. His cock was hard and itachedas Elio pushed Milo’s jeans and boxers down his hips. “Wait,” he said and scraped his teeth over his lower lip, daring himself to bereally bad.“Turn around,” Milo ordered—rather shakily—but Elio immediately complied. Milo yanked Elio’s jeans down, then dropped to his knees behind him.
Milo reached up and pushed on Elio’s back, bending him over the sink and eliciting a startled hiss. “Fuck! This is going to beveryquick.” Elio’s hand smacked against the mirror and he bit down on a moan as Milo parted the cheeks of his ass and took a cautious lick.
And then another. “Mmm!” Milo liked the way Elio tasted there—lightly salty and mildly soapy. He remembered how much he liked it when Elio went down on him and what he liked best, drilling with the tip of his tongue before sucking and making Elio louder and more restless.
“Gott! Milo, bitte!” Elio’s fingers speared through his hair and twisted but Milo refused to let go.
“Uh uh.” Milo held onto Elio’s hip and an asscheek as he drilled harder with his tongue. He wanted more and it was too much fun, making Elio beg and sweat. Milo was enthralled as he coated his finger with lube and traced the tight pucker around Elio’s hole, causing it to flinch as he trembled. It was heady, seeing Elio frantic and Milo thought he’d lose it and come ashe eased his finger past the tight ring and was rewarded with a strangled yelp.
“Oh, Milo… Bitte, bitte, bitte!”
Milo shook his head, his eyes locked on Elio’s clenching flesh, gripping tight and clinging as his finger slid in and out. “You’re so hot and so tight!” He carefully eased in a second finger and his eyes grew huge as he twisted them and Elio’s hole stretched and he saw sweeter, pinker flesh. He angled his head and attempted to wiggle his tongue between his fingers.
“Fuck!” Elio cried and shuddered as cum dripped onto the gray marble between his boots. “Milo!” he panted as his head fell and Elio whispered something unintelligible in broken German.
Milo truly felt like a bad boy as he stood and quickly coated his cock. He didn’t recognize his reflection: his hair was tussled, his glasses were crooked, and his chest heaved as he got into position behind Elio. The expression on Milo’s face was focused and determined and his chin glistened with saliva as Elio stared back with dazed adoration.
“Like this?” Milo asked as he grabbed a handful of Elio’s hair and flexed his hips, pressing into slick, gripping heat. He gasped as he was squeezed ruthlessly and pleasure pulsed from the base of his cock.
