gravity don't mean that much to me
Milo has little to no concerns about anyone listening in. This was Torchline, after all, and if there weren’t a few places you walked by where you didn’t hear people getting up to something within, well, it wouldn’t feel like home. Still, his lips curl with that pleased smirk, a pace picked and set, one that has Milo ever closer to leaping off that edge just as Sam wishes.
And Sam follows through with Milo’s wish too, the smuggler turning his head just enough that Sam would be able to bury his teeth in again, spark that ever growing fire within him. A groan slips from him, loud and paired with Sam’s own sounds, burying himself in deep, latching onto Sam and holding him close as he falls over the ledge of pleasure, finishing hard, riding out the waves that have his mind fuzzing.
And Sam follows through with Milo’s wish too, the smuggler turning his head just enough that Sam would be able to bury his teeth in again, spark that ever growing fire within him. A groan slips from him, loud and paired with Sam’s own sounds, burying himself in deep, latching onto Sam and holding him close as he falls over the ledge of pleasure, finishing hard, riding out the waves that have his mind fuzzing.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
