gravity don't mean that much to me
Milo’s content to let Sam touch and look as much as he wants to, leaning ever so slightly into the touch of the Ascended once he’d reached the chair. His shirts discarded soon after, hands slipping beneath Sam’s clothing to slip his off too — pressing in just enough to feel skin on skin. He manages to get the buckle undone, pants slipping down just enough before he’s sitting and Sam’s on his lap. Milo’s hands trail up, lust glazed eyes scanning every inch of Sam’s skin.
The smirk remains, one hand slipping up Sam’s side, thumb brushing under the slight swell he finds there, the other hand lifting to Sam’s chin just at the time Sam leans in for the kiss. And Milo delivers, a rush of heat swelling through him, teeth aiming to nip at Sam’s lower lip as soon as Sam’s reaches his cock. A flush of red crosses through bronzed skin upon the initial reaction, humming quietly to Sam. A sharp inhale of breath, a hiss of a growl slips from him, hips rolling into the grip easily as Milo’s kiss grows deeper, more demanding, more intense.
The smirk remains, one hand slipping up Sam’s side, thumb brushing under the slight swell he finds there, the other hand lifting to Sam’s chin just at the time Sam leans in for the kiss. And Milo delivers, a rush of heat swelling through him, teeth aiming to nip at Sam’s lower lip as soon as Sam’s reaches his cock. A flush of red crosses through bronzed skin upon the initial reaction, humming quietly to Sam. A sharp inhale of breath, a hiss of a growl slips from him, hips rolling into the grip easily as Milo’s kiss grows deeper, more demanding, more intense.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
