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“Yeah,” Milo answered, tugging Colby toward his bedroom. They barely made it into the room before Milo peeled his shirt off and then set to work on Colby’s. Rucking it up his body, he shoved it out of his way so he could swoop in and claim Colby’s skin with his mouth.
Colby yanked his shirt off the rest of the way and let out a startled yelp when Milo pushed him back onto the bed. Milo followed him down, chased his mouth with his own, and kissed him deeply as he straddled Colby.
“What do you want?” Milo asked, kissing his way across Colby’s jaw. His hips moved in a slow, teasing circle, gently grinding their cocks together.
It wasn’t enough.
“You. In me.”
Milo went still then pulled back. Placing his hands on Colby’s chest he gazed down at him. “Yeah?”
Colby nodded.
“How much experience do you have with that?”
Colby let out a strangled laugh. “Like none, basically. I’ve been on the giving end, but not the receiving end.”
“And you’re sure?”
“I trust you.” Colby wrapped his arms around Milo and pulled him back down into a kiss. “But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I’d be happy with mutual hand jobs, or just kissing, or nothing at all.”
Milo kissed Colby’s cheek. “Well, that’s very kind of you. But I wouldn’t be happy with only your mouth now that you offered up that ass. Roll over, baby. Let me get you ready for me.”
Colby groaned as Milo sat up and flicked the button of his pants open. He wasted no time in tugging them down and discarding them.
Obediently, Colby rolled onto his stomach. He wasn’t sure what Milo had planned and nerves made his breath quake in and out. Milo went to Colby’s nightstand and fished around in the drawer for the lube and a condom. He tossed both on the bed then shed the rest of his own clothing.
Colby watched, enraptured as Milo grabbed his cock and gave it a stroke.
“Anything you don’t like, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?”
Colby snorted. “Pretty sure I’m going to like anything you do.”
Milo’s smile was crooked and mischievous and then he disappeared with it, circling around to the other end of the bed. The mattress dipped with his weight and then gentle hands stroked up the backs of Colby’s legs. Starting at the ankles, Milo skated a path all the way up to Colby’s ass. His touch skimmed over the globes of Colby’s ass then continued up his back.
“Tuck your legs up for me. Like this.” Milo showed Colby how he wanted him. With his legs tucked up and to the side, spread wide enough to leave Colby horribly, exquisitely exposed. His cock throbbed where it hung between his legs, ignored and secretly loving that it was.
He didn’t know what to expect and he jumped at the first press of Milo’s lips against the cheek of his ass, right near the crack. Milo kneaded Colby’s ass, then spread the cheeks apart, exposing him further.
Milo’s hot, wet mouth licked a trail from Colby’s taint up to his hole and he whimpered. Hands fisting his bedding, he buried his face in the blanket and took a deep breath.
“Shh,” Milo soothed. “It’s okay. I’m going to take care of you.”
Colby’s heart cracked in half and he let Milo inside. It was impossible for him to remember the last time someone had offered to take care of him. Especially with his brain sex-addled and scrambled by the barest of Milo’s touch in his most intimate places. Colby looked out for Jonah, and Taylor, and the diner, and their dad, and everyone else. His clients. The gym. Everyone who entered his orbit. Even Milo.
But with barely a word, Milo had spread him open and promised to take care of him and he knew Milo meant more than sex. It was in the tone of his voice, sex raspy but thickwith emotion. Colby clutched the bedding tighter until Milo smoothed his hands up Colby’s back, then down again.
“Relax,” Milo said. “I’ve got you.”
Colby closed his eyes and let go, trusting Milo to catch him.
CHAPTER 22
MILO
It wasn’t eventhat he was surprised when Colby offered himself to Milo. Okay, so maybe he was shocked when Colby offered to bottom. But then again, this was Colby, and the man didn’t hesitate to explore different things.
He’d taken his attraction to men in stride and it kind of made sense that he wanted to jump into this with both feet. Now Milo had to make it good for him. No pressure, right?
