if you’re too shy let me know

gravity don't mean that much to me

His brows raise as Sam explains there might be a little pain, half tempted to ask him what he needed a warning for — figuring that just the sight of him enough seemed to suggest he could handle a bit of pain. And it was called a bite, was it not? But Sam appeared kind, gentle, and the more Milo thinks on it the more he realizes it’s better to let Sam explain it out — fair warnings and all of that.

So he’s easily moved when Sam’s moving his head, tilting his jaw up slightly, a hand at his hip, Milo waits — anticipation growing in his gut that he might see what the bite all encompasses. His own hands move to match Sam’s, one slipping to the back of the other man’s head, the other along Sam’s lower back when he feels the brief scrape of fangs a second before the bite.

And wow, Sam wasn’t kidding. There’s almost a hiccup of a gasp that slips from Milo, fingers tightening in Sam’s red hair, the hand at Sam’s lower back pressing the Ascended into him as heat floods his body, sparks a growing need within him, a pressure with no out that Sam would surely feel pressed against him. Instincts kick in and his hips shift toward Sam, a huff of a groan slipping from Milo’s throat.

now i'm floating near the atmosphere

no shackles on my feet

MILO