“Y-yes,” Rowan whined, twisting the fabric in his grasp and pushing back against Milo’s steadily rocking hips. “Please.” He turned his face to bury his groan in the pillow, offering afterward a muttered, “Keep going.”
“Gladly.”
Milo might be a state-of-the-art B-model M.I.L.O. bot, but he was also alive and knew all the ways to give his human lover exactly what he wanted.
He continued to rhythmically thrust into Rowan, holding him close against him, and reached around the side of Rowan’s hip to find the hardness between his legs.
Rowan whimpered as Milo began to stroke him, moving in time with his fervent thrusts, just as he knew Rowan most enjoyed when he was close to coming. Milo could always tell—a combination of temperature, pulse, serotonin levels, andRowan’s telling shortness of breath meant it would take mere moments for him to spill.
“Milo!” Rowan cried.
“Yes, Rowan? Can I do more for you?”
“F-faster…” Rowan said, shaking from how good Milo knew it felt for him to be so fully encased. Though Rowan might be a beast of a man, a literal giant some said, Milo understood that sometimes he wanted to be the little spoon. To be cared for. To be held.
To betaken.
“Faster!”
Milo hastened his pace.
“Harder!”
He snapped his hips, driving deeper inside Rowan as he stroked him faster and harder too, while letting his fingers vibrate along the skin. He had been adding to his skillset ever since learning how much Rowan enjoyed his vibrating tongue, which he also used, running it teasingly over Rowan's ear. Then, knowing how close Rowan was to coming, he let his cock vibrate too.
“Yes…yes!” Rowan sobbed with every touch and fresh slam, thoroughly fucked and almost finished now, almost there, almost—
“I love you, Rowan.”
He came, hips stuttering into Milo’s hand, which continued to stroke him through the aftershocks. Milo knew just how to care for him, what pressure to use, how long to keep at it until Rowan might become over-sensitized, stopping just before—but after his own cock had spilled inside Rowan—and staying connected to lie there spooning him.
Rowan hugged Milo’s arms around himself and snuggled back against him. The mess would get to him eventually, more than itwould with Milo, but for a little while, they could be content with growing sticky as Rowan’s sweat and cum cooled.
“That was wonderful,” Milo murmured, and when he did, he heard Rowan release the most beautifully contented sigh.
“I love you so much, Milo.”
Milo pressed his smile like a kiss to Rowan’s shoulder blade.
It had been a long few months of changes throughout the world, but one thing that hadn't changed was how happy Milo was with Rowan, and how happy Rowan was with him.
There was still a lot more to do for awakened bot rights, but they were on the right track. New laws were already in place to protect those bots that had awakened all those months ago. They were close to winning the right to awaken more bots, and while there were anti-bot people in the world and those who didn’t consider them truly alive, enough were on their side that Milo had become a sort of folk hero, and most humans were taking to the new status quo.
Even the Andreas Tech board of directors.
After Andrew’s plan had been made public—and verified with the data Milo uncovered—he was effectively disgraced and summarily ousted by a unanimous board vote to no longer be the acting director or CEO overseeing the company. He was still a billionaire and had his stocks in the company, but he was no longer the face nor had any deciding control. Meaning, as a side benefit to ruining Andrew’s career, Rowan, Raina, and Troy all got to keep theirs.
With bonuses and salary increases of course. Whistleblowing tended to pay for itself when the right side won, and there was still money to be made in robotics, even if some aspects of bot creation changed forever.
The familiar whir of Spot entering the bedroom made both Milo and Rowan laugh.
“I swear she knows when it is least convenient to interrupt us,” Rowan said, disentangling from Milo to turn in his hold and face him, “as if she really is our puppy or cat or something.”
Cat, Milo had decided, even if the name Spot was more associated with dogs, especially since Rowan made her and, after all, he was definitely more of a cat.
Spot wouldn’t ever really be alive like Milo. Everything they had researched about how Milo had awakened pointed to a very specific combination of parts, programming, and power, which only A- and B-model bots had—at least for now. Milo had honestly been afraid it might not work on A-models, but when Anabelle had proved to awaken, he’d felt an enormous relief. Plus, he was really happy for Ethel.
Although Milo still often wondered if Spot was somehow more alive than she should be, but he wasn’t about to tell anyone that!
