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Milo
“Fuck, Mi,” Remy said as I kissed down his neck. I licked my way back up, feeling the vibrations of the growl he released against my tongue.
I really liked that I could get these kinds of reactions out of him. I wasn’t sure what that said about me. I wasn’t one to hold back, but it was more than that with Remy. I wanted to take, but I also wanted to hear him fall apart.
“We should try something new,” I suggested.
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“I want to know what it’s like to have you inside of me,” I told him as I attacked his neck with my mouth.
His hands were on my ass. His fingers dug in like he needed to hold on. I wasn’t going anywhere. Not when I was this close to having him.
“Supplies?” he asked, his hips jerked up, causing our hard cocks to rub together.
“I have lube,” I told him. Then I was leaning over and pulling a bottle out of the top drawer of the bedside table. “Here.”
I tried to hand it over smoothly, but I ended up throwing it at him. He simply smiled at me as he grabbed it up and then studied it.
“That’s nice lube,” he commented as he clicked the cap open and dribbled a pearl onto his fingers.
“Yeah, it’s not the only one I have,” I told him. I had all different kinds. It just depended on my mood and what I was doing.
“Really?”
“Why do you sound surprised?” I asked, feeling like we were hitting pause on the festivities. “I have a drawer full of dildos. I’m not going to use the everyday lube for those.”
His brows went up, and he appeared to be speechless for a long moment.
“What?” he wheezed out.
“Yeah, it’s there.” I pointed in the direction of the bottom drawer on the bedside table. “Didn’t you snoop when you moved in?” I probably would have had the tables been turned. It was the best way to truly find out who someone was.
“A little,” he said, pink tinting his ears and neck. “But I figured out which side of the bed was yours and didn’t go that far. Some things are too private.” He swallowed thickly. I wanted to lick his throat again. “Never imagined you’d have… a drawerfull.” He blinked up at me. “Really?”
“I also have a few under the sink in the bathroom,” I informed him. “One that sticks to the wall in the shower. I like that one.”
“Fuck,” he groaned as his eyes fell closed for a second. He shook his head. “So wait, are you saying you have a ton of lube, but no condoms?”
I didn’t understand what the big deal was.
“I get off quite often. I happen to have a very healthy sex life,” I said with a shrug. “Just with myself.”
I wasn’t ashamed. I didn’t understand people that were. It was natural. I couldn’t imagine how stressed out and grumpy I would be if I didn’t get off on a regular occasion.
“You have one you use in the shower?” he asked. He seemed to be slow on this conversation.
I nodded and told him, “It’s quite big.” His brows went up again. “Not that I’m like a size queen or anything.”
Then his head fell back, and he was laughing.
“You have a very nice cock,” I assured him. “I’m eager to ride it.”
“Fuck,” he said again, the laughter dying instantly. “What are you doing to me?”
He folded up and began kissing my neck.
