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Milan tightened his lips around Raphael’s cock before stuffing his mouth with the hard length, taking as much as he could before moving up again to lap at the leaking tip. Raphael was trembling but still, his hand running across the tight curls shorn close to Milan’s head, making choked, groaning noises as Milan’s tongue lapped at the underside.
Milan couldn’t fit much in, but he didn’t try to. He just wanted to taste. Wanted tohave. Every time he sucked on the head, he could feel Raphael hunch over with a moan, sending a thrill through him.
“Please—come here, please,” Raphael choked out, pulling him up. Instead of having Milan straddle him again, however, he pushed Milan gently to lay on his back, cradled by the pillows.
Raphael leaned over him, kissing him deeply, and Milan shared the taste of him eagerly. Milan felt Raphael’s fingers rub lightly against his hole, and he opened his legs wide, letting Raphael fit inside.
“Can I?” Raphael whispered against his lips.
“Yes. Please, yes.”
Raphael sat back, running one hand up and down Milan’s side as he slipped a finger inside. Milan closed his eyes, clenching around the digit instinctively.
“More. Raphael, more, please.” Milan was already desperate. He would splinter apart if the pleasure inside him wasn’t fed until it consumed itself.
Thankfully, Raphael did as he was told. He slipped his finger out and pushed two in, Milan’s body moving so that they filled him deeply.
“Look at you,” Raphael whispered. Milan wanted to reach into his own chest and take hold of the bond, wanted to press it even deeper, if that was possible. To bathe and revel in it, to have it like this forever, it felt so good.
Raphael pumped his fingers in and out, and just when Milan was about to become mad, he added a third one in.
“Enough,” Milan pleaded after a few seconds. “Please, now.”
“Let me look at you. Just for a moment longer,” Raphael said softly, reverently.
Milan closed his eyes and felt Raphael’s gaze like another touch, writhing and whimpering on his fingers.
Finally, finally, Raphael pulled out, making Milan protest with a groan. A breath later, however, Raphael was right there over him. Milan wrapped his limbs around him as Raphael kissed him.
There was a second when Raphael seemed to waver. He stilled, tensing, but then looked down at Milan, running his dry hand over his dark skin as if grounding himself. Milan let everything he had to say be felt through the bond. Raphael smiled.
“Yes?” Raphael whispered softly. Milan looked at him, searching for any doubt or fear, but he found none.
“Yes.”
Raphael steadied his cock with one hand and pushed in. Milan groaned, neck and back arching. The stretch deepened slowly as he took more and more of Raphael until he was inside Milan completely.
They paused there, both of them breathing harshly, and then Raphael started moving. Slowly at first, long, deep thrusts that brushed against the spot inside Milan that made him thrash with want. But as the fire burnt higher, Raphael leaned back, grabbing Milan where thigh met ass, hitching him up. The angle changed instantly, and with the gained momentum Raphael started snapping his hips powerfully, eyes riveted on Milan.
Milan could not make it any more obvious that the hard thrusts were entirely appreciated. He felt himself losing all thought as they dissolved in pleasure. His mouth was making noises he couldn’t control, his skin and soul on fire, hands clutching the pillows beneath him desperately.
He felt Raphael let one of his legs go as he leaned forwards, and Milan opened his eyes to see his husband close. Raphael’s face and chest were flushed, the edges of his dark hair sticking to his temples with sweat. His eyes were impossibly bright, piercing through Milan.
Milan raised his hands, cupping Raphael’s face, and then moaned loudly as Raphael started stroking his cock.
Milan was going to rip apart. The pleasure was too much; it was going to consume him. Milan jerked and trembled even as Raphael’s thrusts started stuttering. He kept his eyes on Raphael’s until he couldn’t take it anymore.
In the pit of his stomach, in his bones and in that ache deep inside, pleasure burst. It rushed through Milan, wave after wave of its blinding light. He could feel Raphael spill inside him, hear him groan, the side of his face pressing against Milan’s as he shuddered above him.
They clutched at each other with weak, shaking limbs until they couldn’t anymore. Raphael collapsed beside Milan, sliding wetly out of him. They could not stand to be separated, however, and they rolled towards each other, tangling their limbs together, filthy with sweat and slick and come.
Milan dozed as their heartbeats calmed. He could hear Raphael’s, or maybe feel it—the happiness inside him wasn’t just his.
“Can we stay here forever?” Milan asked quietly. Raphael held him tightly.
“Yes.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
