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His nipples were already peaked, begging to be touched and his skin was tingling under Milo’s hands. He had to fight not to arch his back.

“It should be illegal for you to wear shirts,” Milo said, squeezing the bulk of Rowan’s tits in his hands.

Jesus. Why was he thinking about his chest in those terms now?

He flushed bright red.

Milo noticed, eyes still completely draconic. “Does someone like the idea of walking around with his tits out, ready to be played with?”

Rowan’s mouth dropped open in astonishment at the vulgar words, his dick spurting a drop of precome.

Milo squeezed again, undulating his palms, and it turned to a near fountain in Rowan’s pants. He rocked his hips into Milo’s ass, desperate for friction as he tried to coax Milo to grind against him.

He refused.

“I think he does.” Milo grinned, enjoying his misery. “And why not? These are perfect.”

He leaned down and licked the swell of Rowan’s right tit, avoiding his nipple on purpose. It was as frustrating as it was heavenly.

“Milo,” Rowan said through gritted teeth as he cupped the back of his head to try and get him to change direction, but he was just along for the ride at this point. Milo had already strapped him in.

Milo took a chunk of flesh between his teeth and nibbled.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Rowan shouted to the ceiling.

He felt the gust of Milo’s laughter drying the wet area.

“You—”

A hint of scales across Milo’s neck caught the low light as he moved, the shimmer iridescent, and Rowan was reminded that he should probably mention that to him. He swept his thumb against them and Milo shivered.

Milo bit him again, and any thought of mentioning the scales evaporated.

Later.

He’d say something later.

“I can’t believe you were jealous of Ray,” Milo teased before soothing the bite with his tongue.

Rowan grunted, fingers tightening in his hair. “Says you. You were jealous of that waitress.”

Milo growled, his new claws digging into Rowan’s other pec in a clear warning. “Don’t say her name.”

“Waitress is not her name.”

Milo pinched Rowan’s nipple and twisted in punishment. And Rowan fucking moaned out loud, the jolt of pain almost euphoric, blacking out his vision.

He snapped his lips shut, but not fast enough.

Milo was grinning, wiggling on his lap. “Did you like that?”

Rowan flushed all the way down his chest, only highlighting the pink and swollen bud Milo had just tortured. “No.”

Milo took the other nipple between his fingers and twisted it in the opposite direction.

Rowan threw his arm over the back of the chair, arching his back as his mouth fell open on the filthiest sound he’d ever made.

“Mmm, I think you do. These are so pretty.” Milo cupped the swell of his chest before dipping down to flick one nipple. “And tasty. Do you think if I sucked hard enough something would come out?”