gravity don't mean that much to me
A shudder slips through him as the bite goes on, the warmth spreading like a fire through his veins, evidenced in the way he presses in against Sam – hands roaming, mind whirling, focused entirely on him and nothing else around. There’s a throaty growl that slips from his throat when Sam pulls away from it, Milo leaning into the touch of his skin, along muscles.
His breathing is heavier, honeyed gaze lust filled and glazed as he finally peers at Sam – the hand at Sam’s neck shifting a bit so that his fingers might twist into red hair, his other hand running up Sam’s other side, trying to press the other man back against the counter to effectively pin him there. “S’pose you were right.” He murmurs softly, a toothy smirk crossing his face as he peers down at Sam. “Now what’re you going to do?” Comes the quiet prompt, a raise of his own red brow – the building too small to effectively have a separate bedroom of sorts in it.
Milo’s not really in any position to leave either.
His breathing is heavier, honeyed gaze lust filled and glazed as he finally peers at Sam – the hand at Sam’s neck shifting a bit so that his fingers might twist into red hair, his other hand running up Sam’s other side, trying to press the other man back against the counter to effectively pin him there. “S’pose you were right.” He murmurs softly, a toothy smirk crossing his face as he peers down at Sam. “Now what’re you going to do?” Comes the quiet prompt, a raise of his own red brow – the building too small to effectively have a separate bedroom of sorts in it.
Milo’s not really in any position to leave either.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
