“Of course,” I say. “Me, too.”
I lift Milo by the shoulders and pull him into a kiss first. My bruised body and his new ink mean that we both move gingerly, inching together and then kissing. His soft, full lips welcome me, and as our tongues swirl together, he pushes my boxers down, freeing my erection.
“My love,” Milo whispers into my mouth. “You’re my love.”
Our cocks press together. I spit in my hand and then grip us both, pumping my hand slowly up and down our shafts. The tattoo must have woken his nerves because he immediately starts spasming against me, leaking slick precum as he gasps in short breaths. My cock pulses against him, achingly hard in my hand, and Milo’s lips latch onto my neck.
Before Milo, I’ve never been this intimate with another man. I’ve fucked plenty, sure, but never slow like this. I’ve never felt every breath and tremble or felt seen like the way Milo sees me.
I spit on my fingers, then push them back behind his balls. The tender spot between his cock and his hole throbs, and I rub back to his crease, massaging him the way I know he likes it. Milo curls his legs around mine and falls back in response, then moans my name.
“Lube,” he gasps, reaching for my nightstand.
“Let me kiss you first,” I growl and crawl back. I lift him by the hips, taking care with the new tattoo, then lick my way to his crease. Milo throws his legs up on my shoulders, and we quickly find our position. I push his full cheeks apart, gripping his soft warmth with both hands to expose him. Milo’s hole tightens as my tongue drags across his rim, but as I keep licking and kissing and tasting his sweet scent, he opens to me.
I know how he likes to be touched now, and he responds to every stroke and lick.
My body still aches from the beating, but I don’t feel it. I just feel my pleasure and his, swirling together like they can’t be torn apart.
When I pull my face back, I take the lube and squirt it on my fingers. Milo turns onto his belly, then pushes up. “You ready?” I ask and drag my fingers along the heat of his hole.
“I’m ready for everything. I just want you, Joey.”
I grunt under my breath. “Everything you want, I’m going to make sure you have it.”
I push my fingers in first and find his throbbing prostate, then work him until he’s moaning again. Milo buries his face in the pillow, and when I thrust against his spot, he gets louder, hollering my name.
I fucking love it. After years of keeping everything secret, I fucking love that I can yell now. That I can go with him to his events, talk about him at work, be normal and happy and good.
I love us.
When I can’t take the anticipation anymore, I hitch my hips back and push my cock between his round cheeks. I groan out his name at the relief, and Milo quickly thrusts his hips back, riding his hole to my crown. He lifts his head from the pillow and gasps my name. “Fuck me, Joey. Please, fuck me.”
God, I love it when he asks for it.
I slick my cock with lube, then push past the tight seal of his hole. He tenses and clenches, then quickly releases, allowing me to sink into him. I stretch him as I go deeper, a few inches and then another, then more, until I’m buried to the hilt.
“Fuck,” Milo moans. I wrap my arms around his chest and pull him up. The heat is like a vice around my shaft, and my nerves all sing out with the burning heat. The sensations roil through me and obliterate the divide between our bodies.
“I’m so full,” Milo gasps.
“Yeah, beautiful. Feels good to stretch you open.”
Milo bounces his hips, sliding up and down my shaft. “I can feel you everywhere,” he moans.
I thrust up, then again. Explosions erupt at the core of me. I can smell flowers and tattoo ink and Milo, and my cock pulses thicker with every heartbeat. I pull my hips back and drive my cock into him, deep as I can. Without the barrier, I can feel my crown riding his prostate, and he rewards me by twitching and clenching down tighter with every thrust.
“Oh god, oh god,” Milo gasps. I hold him tight to my chest and kiss desperately at his neck, dragging my tongue as I pinch his nipples and fuck him. The raw heat of his channel drives me to an orgasm, but I bite my cheek hard and fight it off.
“You’re so good,” I rasp in his ear. “You’re so fucking good at taking my cock, Milo.”
“Uh-huh,” he gasps, bouncing his ass up and down. He reaches behind himself and paws at me, grabbing the back of my head. “I’m close, Joey.”
“Whenever you’re ready.” I fuck him harder, driving against his spot over and over. “Whenever you want, beautiful,” I encourage.
“Oh god!” he yells again. “I love you, Joey. I love you so fucking much!”
I plow into him again, and his entire channel clamps down on my cock. It’s so tight I freeze there, buried inside of him, and Milo erupts in spasms and moans as he shoots. His cock sprays as his orgasm overtakes him, and with a roar, I let my own release flood his insides, the orgasm rocketing through me and disintegrating anything that’s not our bodies, pressed together in ecstasy.
