all my scars have got a tune
She’s holding back and Milo can tell, especially as she does everything she can to simply avoid it. So he tries harder, letting his sounds and moans color the air around her in response to the fingernails that dig into his back, goosebumps rising along his spine with an easy shudder as he picks a rhythm to stick them to, one that Milo has the ability of speeding up.
He hears his name on her lips, breathy and quiet, and he drives himself deeper and a fraction harder again and again, withdrawing his head when she does so their lips can clash together. A playful nip is given to her lower lip, one that’s paired with another sharp and quick thrust of his hips, one hand braced against the door and the other at her thigh to try and pull her closer to him though how much closer he can’t tell.
He finally breaks away from the kiss with a fiery hum, the hand on the door moving to run through her hair, to tug her hair back just a bit. “C’mon ‘Relia. Let it out.” He purrs through his panting, giving her everything he can think she might want, though remains flexible for her to take charge wherever she wanted to.
He hears his name on her lips, breathy and quiet, and he drives himself deeper and a fraction harder again and again, withdrawing his head when she does so their lips can clash together. A playful nip is given to her lower lip, one that’s paired with another sharp and quick thrust of his hips, one hand braced against the door and the other at her thigh to try and pull her closer to him though how much closer he can’t tell.
He finally breaks away from the kiss with a fiery hum, the hand on the door moving to run through her hair, to tug her hair back just a bit. “C’mon ‘Relia. Let it out.” He purrs through his panting, giving her everything he can think she might want, though remains flexible for her to take charge wherever she wanted to.
there's a fire in my heart
and i can't stop it burning down
and i can't stop it burning down
MILO
