“You would kiss me softly, even though I felt nothing, and you would look so sad that I didn’t respond the way you wished I could. I… love those memories and the new ones we have been making together. I decided for myself that you are what I want, just like I decided for myself that I enjoy metal music and hate jazz.”
Rowan snorted again.
“Every new experience, all I can think about is how excited I am to tell you about it and share those new experiences with you. If I could have crafted a man to be everything I wanted, it would still be you.”
It wasn’t often that Milo saw moisture in Rowan’s eyes, but the amount in them now made his hazel eyes look even greener than usual. “If there ever comes a time when I'm not what you want—”
“I will let you know. But you are what I want. Here. Now. Anywhere. But preferablyhere.” Milo pulled his hand from Rowan’s and pushed him with just the slightest bit of excessiveforce to knock him against the wall beside the TV without risk of injury or stunning him.
“Milo…”
Milo stepped forward slowly, promisingly into Rowan’s space as those swimming hazel eyes widened in recognition. “Here. And right now.”
Notes:
So thief Milo has just accidentally said Rowan’s real name when Rowan didn’t know Milo knew he was Umbra, but they’re, like, mid grind, right? Not a good time to stop! “How long…?” Rowan asked.
Milo reached for Rowan's face, pulled the mask the rest of the way off, and tossed it aside as Rowan's ginger hair poofed out from being smushed beneath the cowl. “The whole damn time,” he said, and, holding Rowan around the curve of his jaw, pulled him into a kiss.
Breaths heavy, and bodies writhing once more, Rowan could feel the rising tide, but Milo got there ahead of him, body tensing as he bit into Rowan's neck and his hips stuttered with his release. That dull edge of teeth on Rowan's skin made him shiver, rocking faster, faster into the mess left between them, until a tremor vibrated through him and he came moments after Milo with a relieved sigh.
No regrets, Rowan thought as his pounding heart slowed. Not a damn one.
23
Notes:
Superhero Rowan and Thief Milo got the summary treatment last chapter. Engineer Rowan and Robot Milo? They’re getting the FULL shebang below. XD Onward!
ROWAN
The wind was only mildly knocked from Rowan after Milo’s slam of him back against the wall. It hadn’t been so hard as to do anything other than excite him, which, alongside Milo’s intense bedroom eyes as he advanced to pin Rowan where he stood, wasreally fuckinghot.
Milo claimed Rowan’s lips like only a passionate person could. Normal bots didn’t feel passion. Normal bots didn’t feel anything. But Milo wasn’t normal by any stretch of the imagination. He was as human as anyone covered in organic flesh, maybe more so than some, regardless of having circuits over a circulatory system.
He was warm and real andwantedRowan. Not only that. He wanted to make Rowan happy, but not at the expense of his own happiness. No. The way a real partner should, something Rowan had never known from anyone else he had ever been with.
Why had he been allowing his hang-ups to prevent him from surrendering fully to this?
The lean lines of Milo’s body pressed up against Rowan, legs slotting side by side to bring their hips as close to fusing together as possible. Milo was hard, naturally turned on, not just following commands, and knowing he could cause that so readily sprung Rowan’s cock to attention in response.
Milo kissed like he didn’t need breath, which he didn’t, but he still paused between coils of his tongue to let Rowan breathe, and panted sweet and sultry sounding whimpers against his lips. Since Milo very clearly wanted to lead, Rowan sank back against the support of the wall to let him. He would gladly let Milo touch every part of him, because when he did, it was with such wonder, as if Rowan was the perfect one who had been custom made piece by piece.
As Milo found the parting of fabric between Rowan’s shirt and jeans, he slid one hand possessively up his chest and thumbed open the button of his jeans with the other.
“While I do not normally need to eat,” Milo spoke coyly, silver eyes glinting with growing mischief, “I would very much like to eat you out right now.”
The sudden give of Rowan’s knees sank him even lower where he leaned against the wall, enough that he and Milo’s mouths became parallel, allowing Milo to steal another kiss before Rowan could answer. “Then make a meal of me, Milo.”
Milo dropped to his knees with enough force that, had he been human, the audible thud of him hitting the floor might have made Rowan flinch. Unfettered joy filled Milo’s expression as he dragged Rowan’s open jeans down his legs, then his underwear next, releasing him with a heavy bounce to the open air. His cock pulsed larger, no longer constricted by fabric, then again when Milo nuzzled his leaking tip, streaking precome across his pale cheek.
Milo licked his lips. Rowan did as well in an unconscious echo. He had never had Milo duck so low beneath the fall of his sac before, coaxing his thighs to further part so he could surge up between Rowan's cheeks and lick his way inside of him.
“Ohhh!” Only the wall and Milo’s hands moving to grip Rowan’s hips and pin him more firmly prevented his knees from buckling.
This was not the best position for the access needed toeat ass, even after Milo hefted one of Rowan’s thighs over his shoulder. Any human partner would have found it trying, awkward, even painful with how Milo’s neck had to contort, but he didn’t feel that sort of discomfort.
He could also unleash his tongue like some sort of flesh-covered mechanical tentacle to delve deeper without having to spread Rowan’s cheeks very far at all.
