gravity don't mean that much to me
“Mm?” Comes the groaned sound, muffled into the kiss as Sam grapples for his shoulders, pulling himself up with Milo’s help. The kiss breaks, a huff of air slipping from him as he thrusts into Sam, chin tilting up when the whisper hits. And for a moment, he thinks on it, figuring out a cross between what he knows of the Ascended and what to expect. A smirk crosses his face, pulling Sam down onto his cock again, before his hands are moving away from the other man’s hips up to Sam’s hair. “I can do that.”
He doesn’t think that’ll be a problem, but he does think that this chair — while fitting at first — feels a bit small. Arms wrapping around Sam to keep him close, Milo moves just enough to stand, holding Sam with him, until he can set Sam atop the counter, guiding the other man down to lay against it. Hovering over him to press kisses from his navel slowly up toward his neck. Milo aims to hook Sam’s legs around his shoulders, pausing a teasing enough length away that if Sam were to grind down he’d slide upon Milo’s length.
He doesn’t think that’ll be a problem, but he does think that this chair — while fitting at first — feels a bit small. Arms wrapping around Sam to keep him close, Milo moves just enough to stand, holding Sam with him, until he can set Sam atop the counter, guiding the other man down to lay against it. Hovering over him to press kisses from his navel slowly up toward his neck. Milo aims to hook Sam’s legs around his shoulders, pausing a teasing enough length away that if Sam were to grind down he’d slide upon Milo’s length.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
