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Milo loved it.
Loved that he could unravel someone as big and strong as Rowan with a delicious flick of his tongue. He also loved that Rowan’s scales weren’t only on his upper half. They hadn’t gotten fully naked together yet—it was usually one or the other of them in various states of undress because they couldn’t wait—but Milo had seen Rowan in pieces and his mind had put together the puzzle of his body. The patches of scales curled around Rowan’s groin and speckled Rowan’s shaft with beautiful rubies.
They slid under Milo’s tongue like glass and scratched at the edges, the friction sending tingles through him and shockwaves through Rowan as he teased and prodded around them.
Rowan’s stomach tensed and contracted as Milo bobbed his head, not quite able to take him all the way but making his best attempt at it. No one could say he was a quitter when the going got long and hard.
“Milo,” Rowan moaned, claws curling around his ears and all through his hair. “Your mouth is amazing.”
Milo pulled off with a long lick. “Somone’s changed his tune. I’m pretty sure you hated my mouth when we first met.”
Rowan thumbed at his spit-slick lips, chest heaving. “I’ve come to see its attributes better.”
“Up close and personal.” Milo sucked at the tip in a languid pull, including Rowan’s thumb in the mix. Rowan grunted and bucked his hips, trying to get deeper. Milo let him. Let Rowan use his mouth until he was spilling right down his throat and his own cock was throbbing in his jeans.
Rowan gripped him under his arms and hefted him up with impressive strength before walking him over to the counter and sitting him on the edge.
He worked Milo’s pants down and then it was his turn to fall to his knees, wrapping his arms around Milo’s hips and sinking right down to the root.
“God, you’re so good at that,” Milo moaned, rocking his hips. His wings flicked out, knocking the hand soap into the sink and screeching along the mirror.
He didn’t care.
He closed his thighs around Rowan’s beautiful head and braced his hands on the edge of the counter, clawed fingers curling under.
“Did you ever have a gag reflex?” Milo wondered aloud.
He watched Rowan’s ears bleed red in that shy, pleased way they did whenever Milo complimented him. It made him want to do it over and over.
So he did. He sang out praise as he swung his hips, lifting his butt off the counter and holding his weight up with his arms until they were burning.
Nothing could match the heat around his cock though, and Rowan took it all, letting Milo pound into his mouth until he was gasping and spilling, catching him when Milo’s arms collapsed.
They cleaned up, Rowan speeding through it and looking at the door like someone was going to burst in on them any second. Milo didn’t have the heart to tell him that the whole bar had probably heard them. They hadn’t exactly been quiet.
Smiling to himself, he buttoned his pants, looking over his back at his wings and trying to figure out whether he had enough time to get them to disappear and what he was going to do about the holes in his shirt.
Was there a spare uniform shirt around here? There must have been.
“Earlier, at the bar,” Rowan said, interrupting his musings, “did you hear what I was saying before you called for your break?”
“Psh! Yes, of course,” Milo lied. He scratched his head. He totally hadn’t just been staring at the gorgeous dragony way Rowan did everything or anything. “But if you wanted to summarize…”
Rowan rolled his eyes, a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth before it fell. “I, uh…need to go out of town for a few days.”
Milo’s brain screeched to a halt.
Rowan was going to be gone?
Like, actually gone?
But he’d only just arrived!
“Milo? Is that okay?” Rowan asked carefully, as if trying to judge his reaction.
Which was strange, right? Because Rowan didn’t really owe him an explanation. Yes, he was helping Milo find his dragon and helping home his hoard, but he still had a life outside of Milo that had somehow faded out of focus.
It made his chest squirm and his blood pressure rise.
