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“I’m not fucking you in an alleyway,” I said, walking out of the bar with a dejected Milo trailing behind me.

“I will quite literally give you anything you want for you to suck my dick at this point,” the man whined. I could feel his heat as he pressed himself against my back, the two of us walking down the street together. He was hard and aching, as he had been for most of the night. His skin flushed and sweaty, curls prominent as they stuck to his forehead.

“You are the one that took a strange pill from someone in the bathroom,” I chided. “You did this to yourself.”

“Correction. It was not a strange pill. It was a pill I was fully aware of. I just thought that you would be absolutely lovely and get under the table and help me out with this little problem.” He thrust his hips at me, trying to grind them against my ass.

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I’m cute.”

When he batted his lashes at me I knew this was one of those nights were Milo was feeling rather full of himself. “Not that cute.”

He nipped at my shoulder. “Mean. But also incredibly fair. The ogre and owlbear that spawned me did not give me physical perfection.”

I snorted. “Owlbear, huh?”

“It’s why I’m fury.”

Milo had very little hair on his body. A full head of it and a small trail beneath his bellybutton. But he had far more freckles than anything else.  “You should be punished for this, you know. That was incredibly stupid of you to do.”

His hands tightened on my stomach. “Yes, punish me. I will bend over for you and everything.”

Pulling him into a small alcove of the alleyway, the bustling streets at our back, I pressed him against the wall. His pupils were blown, lips puffy from the way he continued to bite them. “You need to behave,” I told him, trying to keep my voice firm. I wanted to laugh at the pout that was on his lips, however.

“Never,” he whispered. Grabbing the back of my neck, he pulled me close, smashing our lips together. His tongue was persistent as he licked his way inside, our teeth clashing. When Milo kissed, he kissed with his entire body. Pressing himself completely against me, angling our heads until we fit together. I felt his thigh sneak between mine, grinding against my slowly thickening length. He groaned at the feel of it. One of the biggest turn ons for him being my own pleasure.

“I’m not doing anything until we are back at home,” I told him. I was pretty certain at this point Milo really had a voyeuristic kink.

He was panting against my lips, hands circling down to my hips and pulling me close. “And then when we’re home, you’ll do something?”

“Yes.”

With one hand, he slapped it to the wall behind us, the crackling of amber magic swirling in a deep arc. I pulled away, quirking my eye at him. He had the biggest shit eating grin because of course Milo Next was going to be the kind of person who was going to open a gate just so he could get to the main event faster.  Holding me tight, he began shuffling us backwards, sealing our lips together until we fell to the shitty little bed in the Distillery.

“I believe this is an abuse of power, Mr. Gatekeeper.”

“Perks of the job,” he said, sealing the gate shut behind us. “Now get your pants off.”

And who was I to really deny such a sweet sentiment as that.

It didn’t take long for the two of us to wriggle out of our clothes. Flipping us, he laid across the top of me, dipping his hips down and rolling them against me. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the contact. With a single glance I saw the way his cock was red and weeping, the head so swollen I knew he had to be in pain. He left a sticky trail as he rubbed us together, my own erection quickly reaching heightened points.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispered to me. “Then, just as you are about to cum, I want you to flip me over and rail me into the mattress.” He licked a long line across my neck. “I want to scream your name into the sheets, darlin’ and be left boneless afterwards. Think we could do that?”

His hand was already reaching behind me, slipping across my ass. Something sticky was on his fingers as he circled my hole. My head arched back with a hiss.  The tidal wave of pleasure beginning to build and build as he slipped one finger inside and began stretching me. I felt my cock pulse against the crease of his hip, my own hand coming down to grab at him and pump him within the tight enclosure of my fist.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, breathing hotly against my cheek. “The things you do to me,” he babbled. “Dream of you. Wake up hard and aching for you all the time. I don’t want you leaving anymore. I want you here with me. Want to be able to feel you stretch me wide each night. Want to feel your cock stuffed in my throat. Want to be able to fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”

Pulling my knees up, I looked at him, pressing my hand to his mouth. “Shut up and just do it,” I told him.

He playfully bit at my hand but moved in such a way that his cock lined up with my hole. Ever so slowly he pushed past the tight ring of muscles, his mouth going slack. Each time I watched him like this, I felt my heart ache. The sheer joy and trust he gained from moment likes this got me hotter than any of his filthy words. Pulling my knees closer to my chest, I pushed my hand through his hair, scratching at the back of his head and motioning for him to continue.

He began pumping in and out of me, our bodies rocking together as one. My back arched upwards as he found that perfect little spot, a moan beginning to bleed from my lips.

“There you are, darlin’,” Milo grunted. “Sing for me. Want to hear every little bit of pleasure I can ring from you. Would have done this in the bar if you let me. Would have bent over a table for you.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, feeling my breath catch. The heat was beginning to boil, my belly tightening as I felt the way he dragged against me.  This was far quicker than either of us had been indulging in lately. But Milo was full of surprises. Quick and dirty hadn’t been something we had done for a while.

“Oh,” he laughed breathlessly, sweat beginning to drip down the sides of his face. “Would you have liked that? Would you have liked to see me bent over the table, ass on display for everyone? As you just gently push in over and over again, making me fucking scream?” He leaned down, capturing my lips and licking the ridge of my mouth. Swallowing my cries as my body was bent in two.

“Or,” he started. “Would it be you that was in that position? You like the idea of me markin’ you, darlin’? Pushing into you with my cock and stretching you wide while everyone just stares. Or would you rather me take you to a dark corner. Jack you off and then lick the cum from your fingers?”

My cock jerked against my belly, caught between the two of us and pulled at with each aching movement from Milo. He rolled his hips just right, eyes darkening as he hit my prostate again and again. He had found his prize and didn’t wish to let it go. He always did have a one track mind when it came to sex.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Just look at you. So fucking hot. You don’t even know it, do you. The things you do to me? Do you know how often I see you wandering around the market and I want to just drop to my knees for you?”

I was close. I could feel my body tensing in pleasure and the way Milo’s arms twitched as he held himself above me. Without saying a word, I pushed him off of me, rolling him to his belly and watching how he scrambled to get on his knees. I could see him already slick and prepared and pushed myself inside him, watching his body bow beautifully as he screamed into the sheets.  With three pumps his body twitched, spurting his release all over the mattress while I continued to fuck him through it, angling myself to hit his prostate over and over until he was collapsed beneath me, panting and whimpering to himself.

I felt my own orgasm approach then, slapping my thighs against his ass as I shuddered deep inside him. Leaning down I bit down on one freckled shoulder, feeling the way Milo reached behind himself, squeezing my thigh and digging his nails into my skin.

After, as the sweat was cooling and we laid on our backs panting, I felt Milo turn, running his fingers gently across my skin... Our cocks were both sticky and spent, our bodies sore, the tension of the day bleeding from our shoulders.

“I didn’t take anything,” Milo said.

I blinked at him. “You said you did.”

“I insinuated I did,” he said. “Not technically a lie.”

“Wait. So you just came back from the bathroom that horny?” I asked with a laugh.

His grin was lazy as he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Never doubt the things you do to me, darlin’. Just lookin’ at you half the time gets me ready to go.”

I rolled my eyes at him but pulled him close all the same, pulling a blanket up and over our bodies. He rested his head against me, the two of us tipped together and sharing breath.

“I meant it, you know,” he said sleepily.

“Meant what?”

“I want you here. All the time.” His thumb was making slow circles at my back, massaging the dip just above my tailbone.  “You don’t need to answer me now but, I would really like to move in together. I’d give up this place for you.” he paused, swallowing thickly. “I’d give up everything for you.”

I didn’t know if I could answer him yet. I didn’t know what the future would bring. But I leaned forward and kissed him, feeling the way he melted against me. Tonight, that was enough.