[Training] one foot before the other

all my scars have got a tune

He’s so close and yet so far from burying himself into her, though he’s thankful for the help she offers with readjusting, working to fit together like the puzzle pieces they always have. Her shuddering breath is met with a hiss of his own, hands growing greedier as he palms at her, one hand departing to help support her and himself.

The kiss is all consuming, Milo leaning into it until he’s breathless and pulls away, pressing a kiss to her collarbone that travels up to her ear, nipping at her earlobe with a hint of a smirk along his face that he’s unsure whether she can tell or not that it’s there. “I wanna hear yer voice…” He trails off, edging himself closer to her warmth, pulling away to angle himself just right. “Echoin’ off the alley.” His voice is hoarse, but he lines it with all of his need and his want, blunt nails digging into her side and his other hand flattening against the small of her back.

And he dives in completely, without hindrance, slipping his cock into her wet warmth with broken restraint — slowly, of course, to allow her time to adjust and for him to taunt and play even if it drives him wild. His honeyed gaze is a bright, simmering fire, that focuses intently on her with all of his need.

there's a fire in my heart
and i can't stop it burning down

MILO