gravity don't mean that much to me
He nearly vibrates with the sounds that leave Sam, a shudder slipping down his spine when Sam’s hips roll. His breath hitching and picking up with each stroke of Sam’s hand. Milo’s own continue to rove, however, hand stroking along Sam’s chest, thumb brushing along the nipple when the kiss grows deeper. He appreciates the way Sam seems to mold to fit what Milo wants, what he’s seeking, able to take that desperation with Milo who’s equally wishing for relief. It’s evident in the way Milo’s cock twitches and the way the smuggler trembles with Sam’s touch.
There’s a low hum as the kiss breaks, Milo’s hand still at Sam’s chin as he shifts himself a bit to help with his own pants, before his hand is sliding against Sam’s neck, fingers pressing in and applying pressure on his slow descent to Sam’s own pants. A shuttering breath leaves him, a rock of his hips before both hands are at Sam’s belt, unbuckling, pulling down clothes, a feline curl of his lips as his gaze remains on Sam’s face. “Guess you weren’t kidding, hm? Now C’mere.” His hands lift from there, likely needing some help from Sam to lift him into the position Milo wants, to get him to sink down on him and help give him some of that relief.
There’s a low hum as the kiss breaks, Milo’s hand still at Sam’s chin as he shifts himself a bit to help with his own pants, before his hand is sliding against Sam’s neck, fingers pressing in and applying pressure on his slow descent to Sam’s own pants. A shuttering breath leaves him, a rock of his hips before both hands are at Sam’s belt, unbuckling, pulling down clothes, a feline curl of his lips as his gaze remains on Sam’s face. “Guess you weren’t kidding, hm? Now C’mere.” His hands lift from there, likely needing some help from Sam to lift him into the position Milo wants, to get him to sink down on him and help give him some of that relief.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
