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“Milo, I’m gonna fucking come,” he groaned, his ears burning and skin on fire.

He was one hundred percent serious too.

“And ruin the fun so fast?” Milo’s eyes were glittering with amusement and desire.

“Milo, I swear to—”

Milo closed his lips around Rowan’s nipple and sucked.

Rowan lost it, moaning like it was his job. Every suck felt like it went straight to his dick. The swirl of Milo’s tongue had been sent to torment him before it killed him.

Milo pulled off and scraped his teeth over the swollen bud, before running his lips around the nipple, round and round, like he was applying lip gloss and not his own spit.

His eyes darted up to Rowan’s ruined face and he smiled again before carefully closing his teeth around Rowan’s nipple.

Rowan fell over the edge, spilling into his pants, seeing stars and hearing white noise.

He had barely caught his breath when Milo dipped his hand into Rowan’s pants, scooping up wetness from his oversensitive dick and spreading it between his pecs before shimmying higher and struggling with his own pants.

Rowan helped him rip them straight open at the fly, the button going flying with their joint desperation to reach Milo’s cock. He pulled it out of his briefs, pretty and pink and already leaking, and grasped the back of the armchair on either side of Rowan’s head before leaning forward and pushing his cock through the come between Rowan’s tits, rotating his hips to his own rhythm.

“Fuck,” Milo moaned, looking down at the obscene image they presented. “Push them together for me?”

Rowan didn’t think his face could get any redder, but he was still doing exactly as asked, pushing his pecs on either side to make a deeper valley for Milo to thrust into.

The head of his cock kept bobbing up to Rowan’s chin, and he leaned down on the next thrust and licked it as it passed.

“Shit, yes, just like that. That’s so hot. Fuck, Rowan!” Milo continued to babble on, his dragon on full display as he tilted his head back in ecstasy and came hard enough to splatter the scales and skin on his neck and chin.

He collapsed on Rowan’s chest in a heap of jellied limbs right after.

The apartment was silent in the aftermath, only their labored breathing audible, and Rowan suddenly remembered the circle of plants surrounding them that had seen and witnessed every filthy thing they’d just done.

He was scandalized anew.

Notes:

Not saying this came out of nowhere, because, like…we wrote it, but…kinda came out of nowhere, NGL.

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Milo

So…

That had happened.

As Milo caught his breath and tried to make sense of his own thoughts, he realized something in his chest was pretty pleased with itself, curled up and contented like a house cat in a patch of sun.

Despite his astonishment, he’d never felt so…calm.

It was the oddest sensation.

He pulled back to stare down at Rowan like his forehead could hold all the answers, then got distracted by his own arm. Which was covered in scales and had claws tipping the ends of his fingers.

He fell backward off Rowan’s lap with a squeak in his excitement, barely holding on to his open pants as he hopped over the plants to reach a mirror.

A beta-shifted dragon stared back at him.