Page 107 of Zero Happily Ever Afters

“It’s nothing you haven’t done for me.”

“And you used the names.” Milo let out a long, drawn-out moan seconds from his release.

“I’d do anything for you.” Even use those ridiculous silly names for his inner core.

He grunted and shot his load. Three powerful jets shot out; the first hit my stomach, and the second and third streamed far, landing on Milo’s chest.

I kissed him, then pulled out of him and worked my way down his chest, running my tongue against his sticky skin so I could taste his cum, taste him.

“Wait,” Milo wrapped his legs around my back, using them to push upward. “Finish.”

I really only wanted to feel his orgasm, taste his climax. Make him happy. Everything was to make him happy.

“I wanna taste you, too.” Milo’s yearning drew me in.

Scooting up his body, I straddled Milo’s chest, positioning my hard cock and shoving it into Milo’s open mouth. He’d stuck his tongue out, inviting me to ram it right down his throat. I ran my fingers through his curly blond locks, controlling his head and bobbing it forward while meeting him halfway, knocking the head of my cock further but stopping shy of the back of his throat.

“Goddamn.” Every sensation of his warm, wet mouth hit my nerves. I didn’t want it to end. Not yet.

I twitched, dick throbbing, pulsating. “I’m gonna…” I sucked my teeth. “I’m gonna cum.”

I went to pull out, to jerk my cock the few needed strokes, and let out my load. But Milo gripped my ass and pushed me down onto his face. He gurgled and gagged, taking in the full length of my shaft, and the instant my dickhead met the tight muscles of Milo’s throat, I came.

“Fuck.” My body jerked, taking uncontrollable thrusts as I milked the rest of my load into Milo’s mouth, savoring the sound of his choking. It made me cum harder.

Milo lay there grinning as I slid off him. I kissed him, wiping the slop of spit that ran down his jaw. I lay on top of him, enjoying the sweet, gentle embrace while continuing to kiss, to wrap each other in fluids and lube and sweat. I couldn’t help but bask in this blissful sensation.

But after ten minutes, Milo was done with tender touches.

I rolled over, resting on the pillow, while Milo scooted over, snuggling close. He wrapped his arms around my stomach, playfully rubbing the hairs on my belly. Our sweaty bodies clung together as Milo pressed in closer, taking these easy breaths of satisfaction. I loved it, loved how effortlessly our breathing synced.

“You know,” Milo whispered into my ear. “With a performance like that, I might be able to pull some strings.”

“You’re insufferable.”

Milo laughed, loud and obnoxious.

I smiled, the grin filling my entire face because of how wonderful Milo’s happiness rang in the back of my ear.

“If you ask nicely”—I moved his arm down my waist and put his hand over my slightly erect dick—“I can give you some more incentive. You know you want more.”

Milo played with my dick, moving his hand over my balls and cupping them, rubbing them. Then he pulled his hips back and bumped my butt with his already stiff boner.

“Seriously?” I chuckled. “Full attention already?”

“Not quite.” Milo grabbed the lube and stroked himself a few times before slipping his dick between my cheeks, the head sitting right against my hole. “I’ve missed this.”

“Me too.” I whimpered as he pushed inside.

“Relax—it’s just the tip.” Milo kissed my shoulder, letting me adjust. “You feel so good.”

Milo took gentle strokes, easing the full length of his cock into me one inch at a time while he nibbled and kissed my shoulder, my neck, my nape. I craved his lips, lifting my head back and searching for his touch. Milo teased me, leaving pecks along my cheek, my jaw, but missing my lips every time. My mouth wasn’t the part he teased. He’d fisted his hands loosely around my erection, guiding me with each thrust of his hips.They bucked me forward and back, running my shaft through the lubed hand Milo kept at my cock.

I moaned, begging, pleading, craving every single touch. Every part of me was in Milo’s grasp, in his control, and I wanted to offer him more. I always wanted to offer Milo more.

“I love you.” Would that be enough? Would my love be enough? I hoped so. How I hoped I was enough for Milo.

“I have always loved you.” Milo kissed me, running his tongue lightly over mine, similar to how his body had slightly positioned itself on top of me now, even as we lay on our sides. “I will always love you. I will love you in every possible future. I’ve loved you in versions of the future where our paths never crossed, futures where I lost you, futures that we’ll never meet, and futures still yet to unfold. You are my forever, Dorian. You are the piece of me that wakes me each day, the piece that pumps my heart, the piece that makes me smile. Dorian, you are my everything.”

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