Faces once again parallel, the rhythm of their shallow breaths slowly synchronises. Thomas has Milo’s legs hoisted up over his shoulders and the space between them does not seem large enough for a single word to squeeze through. And yet -distracted as he is by the beauty of Milo’s lips; thin arches dipping into a seductive Cupid’s bow- Thomas manages to utter a full sentence. 

“Can I fuck you?” 

It breaks the tension. Milo’s face folds open into a teasing smile, laying those devilish dimples bare once more. “That is very uncouth of a gentleman li-” 

“Can I?” Thomas impatiently interrupts. “I don’t know how much more of your teasing I can take!” Embarrassed by his own eagerness, he lets go of Milo’s legs and buries his warm face in their neck. 

“Allow me to be upfront.” His voice turns to a soft rumble and his words are dripping with flattery. “I like to be a little rough with my lovers. Seeing you like this~ it makes me want to unravel you completely.” 

Milo reassuringly scratches the back of his head. “Good, so do I… I’ll let you know when you need to rein yourself in,” they say with a devious smirk, “but I’ll try to keep up.” 

“Good.” Thomas’ grin mirrors Milo’s. He leans away, disentangling his body from theirs, and stands up from the bed. “Give me a moment.” 

He removes the remainder of his clothing, revealing the half-hard erection Milo had only caught glimpses of while Thomas had worshipped their body. Their grin widens. It certainly does not disappoint. Thomas grabs a condom from the dresser and rips it open with a steady hand. He grabs his cock and thrusts into his hand a few times to get himself hard before putting the condom on. All the while he stares at Milo with a feverishly hot gaze. 

Milo is mildly amused by Thomas’ show of dominance. They are sure he will worship the ground beneath their feet if it comes down to it. They beckon him to join them on the bed, their bodies gliding in place as naturally as birds find their way in the wind. 

And yet, Thomas turns out to be more defiant -more resilient- in his resolution of enthusiastic consent than expected. He opts to continue kissing their skin instead of sliding into them immediately. He lubes up his fingers with a small bottle from the nightstand, slipping a few down to the places that had Milo crumbling into a shaking wreck mere moments ago. 

Milo knows what he wants. They can read it in the set of his shoulders, in the lust conveyed by his lips. It goes beyond mere enthusiasm in their consent; it needs to be their desperation. 

“Please… I can’t take this, Thomas. I need you.” They whisper it softly. Thomas stills but his fingers persist in chasing Milo’s pleasure. A moment later, a spine-wrecking shiver travels through their body. Milo moans louder, their tone demanding: “Please, Thomas! Please! Stop teasing! Ah~ Just fuck me already, I know you want to!” 

Thomas wraps one of his hands around his erection, pumping slowly up and down to the sound of Milo’s moans. Occasionally, his top bops against Milo’s opening, pressing against it in a way that has the fire in Milo’s stomach spout sparks all throughout their body.

Eventually, Milo can’t take it anymore, their desire has come to a boiling point, their brain melted by being kept on the cusp of coming for the second time this evening. “Ngghh~ Please, s-sir, please fuck me.” They gasp, fighting for air amidst the overwhelming sensations buzzing through their body. “Please… Please… Please…” Their voice breaks on the word. It loses all its meaning and gains all sorts of new ones, like ‘stop’, ‘don’t stop’, ‘fuck me’ and ‘let me cum’ as they repeat it over and over again. 

This finally snaps Thomas out of it and he completely removes his hands from Milo’s body, admiring his handiwork as Milo shocks and writhes underneath him -hands twisted in the sheets- but doesn’t come. Not yet, they’re not allowed to. 

“Did you just call me sir?” He smirks as soon as Milo has recovered from their shaky breathing. He looks greatly pleased with himself. 

Milo huffs and their cheeks fill with a rosebush blush. “That’s not fair!” They whine, slurring their words as their brain scrambles to reorder itself. “We’ve been exchanging pleasantries all evening, even in bed. Don’t change the rules on me now!” 

“And who started that game in the first place?” Thomas replies. His voice is low and teasing, stern but forgiving, and it makes Milo’s body tingle in all the right places. He then continues: “I never said I mind it… You can keep calling me sir if you wish. Your wishes are my command.” 

He aligns himself with Milo, presses his top against their opening and slowly pushes inside. “Oh fuck~” He mutters as he thrusts himself deeper, enveloped by Milo’s warmth. By denying Milo the pleasure of his cock, he had denied himself a great deal of pleasure too. It made it all the more worth it to claim that satisfaction now.

Milo wraps their legs around his back and Thomas lowers himself so they are almost flush against each other. Milo’s little shudders as he pushes himself inside leave Thomas breathless. 

“Thank you,” Milo whispers submissively.

Thomas smiles. “Come here,” he says. He wraps a hand around the back of their neck and pushes Milo up, kissing them passionately and pulling at their lips, as he thrusts his hips back and forth. He will give them something better to be thankful for. 

Milo scratches at Thomas’ back to have a grip on something as their permanent state of breathlessness leaves them lightheaded. Their raspy moans echo through the room whenever they do manage to break loose from Thomas’ cunning lips and tongue. But Thomas always manages to lure them back with a sharp bite to their throat, shoulder, chest or… 

Milo can’t think, their head is full of cotton. Their heart is beating in sync with the pounding inside of them and a distracting warmth has begun to pool at the bottom of their stomach, underlying and intensifying every stimulated sensation. There are many such sensations. 

“Ah, fuck me~ Faster! Please, please…” They whimper, egging Thomas on. Whenever they manage to form a semblance of a thought, it is immediately expelled through breathy gasps, high-pitched moans and submissive groans. 

They snap back to attention when Thomas roughly grabs a hold of their chin. He slows his pace to a steady grind, correcting the direction of Milo’s hazy gaze so they have to face him directly. He is breathing hard. Beads of sweat trail down his forehead. 

Distracted as they are by the pinnacle of perfection that is currently pinning them to the bed and, oh God, fucking them like he wants to leave a lasting imprint on their body, it takes Milo a moment to register that Thomas is trying to talk to them. 

His voice is husky and laced with irrational determination. There will be no denying him what is due now and he wants Milo to know it. “I want to flip you around so I can fuck you like I mean it,” he spits, “and I want you to beg for it.” 

Milo’s body shutters in anticipation, but they remain silent, scared that their voice may give out before they can honour Thomas’ demand. 

“Don’t be shy.” He smiles wolfishly, looking like he might devour Milo whole. “Use your words, Milo, and I’ll even let you cum tonight.” 

Milo’s eyes open wide at Thomas’ audacity but deep down they know that digging their heels in the sand will do them no good. “I-I’d like that.” Their voice has been reduced to a whisper but could swell to another high-pitched moan at the drop of a hat. “Please fuck me hard ‘til I cum...” 

“You can do better than that. I’ve heard better from you in the last 10 minutes alone.” Thomas hums with disappointment as if he is reprimanding a beloved pet. He pulls out and teasingly drags the length of his penis over Milo’s privates, not giving them the satisfaction of the friction they so desperately seek. Milo notices the loss immediately and whines softly. Their facial expression twists in agony as their hips buck forward. 

“Now, try that again,” Thomas demands calmly. “What do you want from me? And speak clearly this time.” He continues the slow drag of his cock as Milo attempts to come up with the right words. 

When the pressure becomes too great, they blurt out: “I need to- Fuck! I need to be fucked! Agh~ Please, sir, please… I need you to fuck me in doggy and make me cum with your big, thick cock! Please, please, please!” Their eyes become glassy with tears of frustration as their hips buck up, meeting nothing but air. 

“I’m sorry,” they whimper. “Push me into the mattress and fuck me how you like, I don’t care! But let me cum from your cock, please. I want nothing else!” Their tired pleas are now filled with desperation and the fear that Thomas will deny them again.

Thomas stops moving for a second, finally satisfied with their answer. “Okay then, anything you ask…” Thomas hushes them. He pushes the messy curls out of their eyes and places a gentle kiss on the corner of their mouth. “You begged so nicely. You’re very good when you want to be.” 

Milo relaxes under Thomas’ gentle touch, their worries and woes temporarily far away. There is only the soft sheets underneath them, the delirious scent of Thomas’ sweat mixed with theirs. Thomas gently turns them over. When Milo has firmly placed their trembling knees beneath them, he slaps their ass without warning. A sharp moan chases after the sound of the slap that echoes through the room. 

Thomas spreads their cheeks apart and pushes himself back in with a sigh of relief. The change caused by having Thomas back inside them is immediate. Milo stops shaking and buries their burning face into one of the pillows to hide how much they are actually enjoying this. 

“Keep that back curved for me, will you?” Thomas commands sweetly. He leans over Milo and approvingly traces the curve of their smooth back from their tailbone to the space between their shoulder blades with his fingertips before firmly grabbing a hold of their hands. 

“Are you ready, amore mio?” He whispers, his breath a hot breeze at the back of their neck. Milo nods enthusiastically, steadying their shallow breathing. 

At once, Thomas starts to thrust deep into them, hitting their most sensitive spots at a new dizzying angle that leaves Milo seeing stars. Thomas’ horny grunts of gratification and exertion rile them up further and before long they are moving their hips back to match his rhythm. 

They moan without constraint when Thomas grabs a handful of curls and pushes their face deeper into the pillow. He sinks his teeth into Milo’s shoulder, drawing a new high-pitched -and very lewd- sound from the beautiful enigma beneath him. There was not a thing in the world Thomas would rather be doing. 

Pulling Milo apart, digging deep into who they are and laying all their weaknesses bare in the most intimate of ways, ruining them, is addicting and Thomas cannot get enough of it. Even when Milo’s voice all but vanishes from begging him to keep fucking them, even when Milo’s legs start to tremble and give out, even when his own orgasm is on the brink of breaking through and he can think of nothing but the bliss of spilling out inside of such a beautiful bedpartner, he keeps thrusting into Milo at an ever-increasing rate until he hears the cries of sweet release. 

“Please, please, I need to cum!” Milo cries, barely biting back a whimper of overstimulation. “I’m going to cum, I can’t hold it… I need to-” Their voice hitches mid-sentence and with a set of lewd moans -their body shaking- they become completely undone. 

Thomas pushes them through their orgasm but can’t hold his own back any longer when Milo’s body clenches around him. With a last groan, he spills into the condom. He wishes faintly there will come a time in the future when Milo allows him to cream all over their beautiful body.

The thought takes him by surprise when he pulls out of Milo, whose lower back is rising and falling with their shallow breaths. They are still cutely clenching the pillow, unwilling to let go even as Thomas lowers himself beside them. 

He strokes the sweaty curls from their forehead when they turn to face him and when he sees Milo’s sweet smile, he knows it to be true; he does not want to let go of them yet. They were always meant to be more than a one-night-stand but he has not the heart to tell them now. Instead, he asks: “How are you feeling?” 

“Warm. Good.” Milo responds a little loopy with a smile as wide as the moon. “Some of the best sex I’ve ever had…” 

“Only some?” Thomas can’t help but respond snarkily, cocking an eyebrow as he pulls Milo close. 

“Okay, you’ve got me: THE best,” Milo sighs, resting their head against him as the adrenaline leaves their system. They grab the blanket and pull it over them both until they’re cosy and snug. Thomas’ heart fills with warmth when Milo absentmindedly rubs their curly head against his chest. “That’s much better... What about you?” 

“It was very good,” he admits with a soft smile.

He is only marginally surprised when sees Milo look up at him with a disapproving glare. “Only very?” They parrot.

“I like to think there’s always room for improvement,” he answers amused but his tone is unserious. 

Milo yawns obscenely. “Then we just need to have extremely good sex to prove you wrong,” they respond foolishly.

“What you need is sleep,” Thomas answers calmly but curtly when Milo yawns again. “You’re free to stay here for as long as you like. There’s always tomorrow.”

“There’s always tomorrow…” Milo responds solemnly. It slowly dawns on them that there might not be a tomorrow but it is a thought they push to the back of their mind as they drift into a deep, dreamless slumber.