Page 81 of Honeythorn
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It took a while for things to settle down again. Raphael remained jumpy, and although he did not turn away from Milan, he was more reserved, having nightmares at night that Milan would wake him from gently.
It was to be expected, however. Milan kept himself informed on the criminal proceedings against Jack and Jason and would relay the important information to Raphael, who did not want to be reminded of them often.
Despite all the trials they had gone through, Milan was happy. His days were filled with joy. He could not have asked for more.
Still, there were times when he wondered if all was well with Raphael. They sat side-by-side on the bed, each with a book in hand, but Milan could tell Raphael had barely turned a page in minutes.
Milan set his own book aside, turning to Raphael. “Is something on your mind? You’ve been very quiet today.”
Raphael looked at him, shaking his head with a little smile. “Yes. I was only thinking.”
“Care to share?”
Raphael paused, closing his own book and placing it on the nightstand. “I…yes.” Raphael clasped Milan’s hand. “Milan. I have put you through a lot. No, listen,” he said when Milan opened his mouth to interrupt. “I know you say it is all in the past—and it is—but I have. And yet, you have been so kind. You have been open and willing to know me at every turn and so now, now I must confess that I love you.”
Milan opened his mouth in shock. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t known, deep down, but for Raphael to say it with that shining look in his eye was something completely different.
“I feel as if my soul has woken from a great, pained slumber,” Raphael went on, squeezing Milan’s hand tightly. “Not the flowers or the trees or the mountains can inspire within me the feeling that you do. I know that we are already bonded, but I ask of you now—if you are willing, I would like to be yours until my last breath.”
For a long moment, Milan could neither speak or move, staring at Raphael’s loving face and feeling as if his words had robbed him of the ability to breathe, before suddenly untangling his hand from Raphael’s and throwing his arms around him.
Raphael laughed a little at the impact of Milan’s body against his but squeezed him tightly as Milan straddled him.
“You oaf,” Milan said wetly. “You can’t justsaythat.” He pulled back and started kissing Raphael’s lips again and again, barely letting him respond. “Of course I want to spend my life with you. I…” he gave Raphael another kiss before pulling back and looking at him with watery eyes. “I love you so much. I’m so glad I’m yours—and that you are mine. I’m no poet, but…can you feel my heart?”
They looked at each other then, the bond thrumming between them, before coming together again. This time, the kiss lasted, their lips parting for each other, desperate to taste. Milan moaned as Raphael’s hands lowered to his ass and pulled him closer.
“You’re very bold today,” Milan teased breathlessly.
Raphael grinned. “Should I be shyer?”
“Not at all.” Milan rubbed their hardening cocks together through their night clothes, watching Raphael’s eyes flutter closed in pleasure before he pulled Milan closer again for a ravaging kiss.
Milan was already wet with want, his thoughts melting in the heat.
Milan was tumbled onto his back, his nightshirt pulled off before he made sure Raphael’s came off as well. They made quick work of their soft breeches until they were nude for each other, pressing together again.
Milan could barely kiss Raphael back at the feel of him rubbing against him, Raphael’s large cock sliding against his. He clutched at Raphael’s hair desperately, arching his back, moving in whatever way he could to gain some friction.
He wantedmore.
When two fingers slipped into Milan, carefully but without ceremony, he moaned loudly, breaking the kiss to gulp air into his lungs.
“Yes—please. Please.” Milan writhed as Raphael immediately found the spot inside him that had him burning brightly. When Raphael leaned down to lick and tweak Milan’s nipples, he threaded his hand through Raphael’s hair, clinging on.
Not even that seemed enough to keep Raphael still as he lowered further until he was sucking one of Milan’s balls into his mouth.
Milan was trembling, moving to fill himself harder with Raphael’s fingers until Raphael was mouthing the tip of Milan’s dark, flushed cock.
Milan knew he was babbling incoherently, but he couldn’t seem to stop as wet, tight heat engulfed his cock, pleasure heating his muscles and his bones, making his thighs shake with the effort not to move.
The sight of Raphael bobbing up and down on his cock would stay with Milan forever—he was sure of it. Those pink lips stretched wide, his dark lashes long and fluttering, a little frown of concentration between his brows. Milan brushed Raphael’s hair from his forehead and Raphael looked up, those storm-blue eyes darker than night.
Milan almost came right then, but Raphael wasn’t done.
Milan whined as Raphael removed his mouth and fingers at the same time, but his protests were cut short as Raphael lifted Milan slightly by his ass, one hand wet with slick, and suddenly lapped slow and long at Milan’s hole.
