MILO
this is for the snakes and the people they bite
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
for the friends i've made, for the sleepless nights
“Mmhm.” He rumbles, unable to keep the amused smirk from trying to form along his face, even as his lips are pressed against her. But then, not quite too long after, she’s departing from him and the cold air moves in against hot skin in a sharpness that has him sucking on a breath, smoldering brown eyes edged with ease and little to no judgement. Her question gets him out of the daze he’s in, a huff of a laugh leaving him as he recovers enough to follow through, removing the rest of his clothes as she does her own.
And when they come together again and she’s fumbling with slipping the protection on, Milo’s swift to help her hide the discomfort and awkwardness, moving in to slip it on, his gaze lifting up to her face with a crooked smile. “Yer fine.” He assures her, because it’s not like he particularly cares whether it’s been a while for her. He’s just glad to be here with her, to delve into this and Their Moment that was almost not a moment but became one anyway.
When that’s done, however, his hands return to her, one moving along her side toward her ass, the other remaining at her breast, as if readjusting them to come close again before he’s pausing and letting his gaze scan over her — finding the scars quite awe inspiring and beautiful in their own survival of the fittest way. His skin is smooth in comparison, perhaps a few bruises and a small speckling of scars along his torso but nothing like hers. But his head nears hers again, nose and lips nuzzling against her jaw. “What’ll be easier for ya?” He asks, a low hum of a purr, willing to do whatever it was she’d decide.
After all, she said it’s been a while for her. Might as well give her the choice, hm?
And when they come together again and she’s fumbling with slipping the protection on, Milo’s swift to help her hide the discomfort and awkwardness, moving in to slip it on, his gaze lifting up to her face with a crooked smile. “Yer fine.” He assures her, because it’s not like he particularly cares whether it’s been a while for her. He’s just glad to be here with her, to delve into this and Their Moment that was almost not a moment but became one anyway.
When that’s done, however, his hands return to her, one moving along her side toward her ass, the other remaining at her breast, as if readjusting them to come close again before he’s pausing and letting his gaze scan over her — finding the scars quite awe inspiring and beautiful in their own survival of the fittest way. His skin is smooth in comparison, perhaps a few bruises and a small speckling of scars along his torso but nothing like hers. But his head nears hers again, nose and lips nuzzling against her jaw. “What’ll be easier for ya?” He asks, a low hum of a purr, willing to do whatever it was she’d decide.
After all, she said it’s been a while for her. Might as well give her the choice, hm?
for the warning signs i've completely ignored
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
there's an amount to take, reasons to take more
