Page 29 of Two Who Live On

“It’ll be fine. I’ll figure it out.” I’d coped without conjuring them before, like when my branch first developed, and I’d bounce between so many minds, it became a monsoon of desires, thoughts, and memories. I had survived it then. Randomly springing into Enchanter Evergreen’s head while working or simply at home couldn’t be muchworse than surviving my teen years lost in folks minds, navigating a way through mine.

“Question.” Milo released his hand. “Are you in my head now?”

“Well, there’s the telepathic link.” I hadn’t severed it, but it didn’t help reel a manifestation forward. I was always in his head when he was this close, he knew that, but he meant something deeper. Was I merely glimpsing his thoughts and desires, making sense of them in my own head, or was I simultaneously over his shoulder observing him while he stared at me lustfully? It was the former.

“No, I mean, whose sensations are you feeling right this second.” Milo brushed his fingertips along my forearm, tickling the hairs. “Did you feel my hand or your skin when I touched you?”

“I don’t know.” Oh, I knew.

“How about this?” He leaned in, nibbling my ear.

“Just feel your tongue along my neck.”

“So, no taste of sweet skin or the scent of your shampoo?”

“No, why?”

Despite publicly declaring our relationship, we hadn’t had much alone time since. We hadn’t had much before. Balancing schedules was a headache, one we could ignore for a minute. Given the ferocity of Milo’s hungry thoughts, we’d ignore the outside world for a few hours.

“Curiosity, I suppose.” Milo unzipped my jeans, slipping his hand in and grabbing hold of my cock. “Wondering how we can test the limits of our melded minds.”

Milo dropped to his knees. My face heated, and I took in a deep breath as he wrapped his lips around my tip and went all the way to the base in one swift twist of his head. “It’s fascinating, is all. Like if you could feel yourself getting and giving h—”

“Stop overthinking that and think about...” I growled, primal and synced exactly to the mood Milo desired.

He wrapped his hands over my hips and steadied my stance while keeping me pinned to the counter. I grabbed his hair, tightly squeezing until my knuckles turned white. Milo gagged, struggling yet satisfied.

Clenching my jaw, I fought back a grunt as I enveloped his throat until I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled him away and panted, so the fulfilled excitement eased ever so.

Waving a hand, I guided him to his feet with instruction and telekinesis. Staring at each other silently for seconds I never wanted to end, I finally broke the pause, adjusting my pants enough to walk, and grabbing Milo by the loops of his dress slacks.

In that tiny lull, there was no sound. No thoughts. No voices. Only Milo’s feelings and my instinct. Pulling him closer by his slacks, I kissed him, moving my hands behind his thighs and lifting him into my bedroom. Between the passion blurring everything and the swift pull of telekinesis, we were wrapped together naked on the bed in a moment.

Milo rolled over, and I licked the space between his shoulder blades, eliciting a delightful shudder, before telekinetically reaching for the lube in my nightstand. Milo positioned himself on all fours, and I grabbed his hips, aligning him, gently instructing him to rise a little more and arch a bit deeper.

Slowly, I eased myself inside him, taking gentle yet forceful strokes, holding his hips in place. Milo bit his lower lip, and mine quivered at the sensation. I continued, hastening my thrusts, and arching his back, pushing his chest and head deeper into the mattress as I entered further. His slick sweat became intoxicating, wrapped in the musk of his cologne. Each second alluring and every panted breath enticing.

Keeping one hand at his waist, I slowly trailed my other from Milo’s lower back, up his spine, and settled with a firm grip on his shoulder. He tensed, and I stopped. Resisting every desire to pumpfaster and harder and more aggressively into a willing Milo, I relented.

His appetites in thought often superseded his physical adaptability to receiving since he rarely did. Still, those passions mixed within my mind making it difficult to stop when every fiber wanted more, but I knew his body needed a moment longer to adjust.

“I’m fine.” Milo arched, leaning upward and pressing his back against my chest.

Sweat held us together like glue.

I released his shoulder, cupping his jaw forcefully and kissing him. The calm seduction between our lips allowed him to loosen and relax with me inside him. We hadn’t been intimate in the busy week, yet it’d been well over a month since Milo hungered for a submissive position.

The last time he’d wanted a more passive position, he was still on top, sexually speaking, but physically I’d taken the assertive role. That was what this desire was, an overwhelming need to be satisfied and controlled.

That said, I took care to be gentle because Milo often overestimated what he wanted versus what he could handle. I’d topped Milo enough to know his threshold of pain and pleasure mixing into satisfaction.

Kissing his nape, I guided him back down, pushing him deep into the mattress, and clung to him as I lay on top.

I wrapped my arms under Milo’s, running my hands through his blond hair as my fingers interlocked. His biceps squeezed against mine, and anticipation and nervousness spiraled in equal measure.

Lightly running my teeth along his neck, I kissed him each time I slowly thrust.

Steadying my hold and pace, I continued speeding up, encouraged by Milo’s muffled moans and relaxed muscles. Hewhimpered, convulsing and close to cumming beneath me, so close it made me throb more, electrified by his intense pleasure.

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