Page 63 of Dragon AU

His name.

Over and over again like a prayer. Milo, Milo, Milo…

“Let me…?” Rowan said, not even knowing what he was asking for. He just needed more than what he was feeling through wrinkled clothes. He tugged at the shirt Milo was wearing, realizing the tips of his fingers were clawed and leaving tiny, pinprick holes in the soft cotton.

“Anything,” Milo said, scrambling off his lap and doing an impressively quick job of getting all of his clothes off, then standing in front of Rowan like an offering.

Bare, pale skin, the cool blue veins running under his skin like a map of places Rowan wanted. Of places Rowan needed. To touch and kiss and keep safe. And own. Jesus but he felt feral with the need for it.

He gripped Milo’s narrow hips, still sitting down in front of him. He licked his lips and pulled him closer, claws digging into the flesh of Milo’s ass. There wasn’t much to grip there, but what he could feel was soft and supple and enticing, so he tightened his grip a bit more, testing how much of it Milo would allow.

He went willingly.

For all that he was combative and contrary in every way, he allowed Rowan to move him without complaint.

Milo’s hard cock aligned with the tip of Rowan’s nose, and he shoved his face into the crook of his hip, inhaling him like a madman. He licked a stripe there, matting the platinum hair against his skin before biting his hip bone.

“Ow!” Milo reached out to grip his hair again, pulling it to make Rowan look up into his eyes.

“There you are,” Rowan said as those slit-pupiled eyes stared back at him, crystalline blue.

Scales rushed down Milo’s neck and chest, covering all available skin. The fingers in his hair tightened and Rowan could feel the sharp tips of Milo’s claws against his scalp.

“It’s working!” Milo said, running one hand down his chest and over his scales. “More! Please, I want to see!”

Rowan stared at him, at those restless hands touching where he wanted to touch, at that body stretched out before him, and he nodded. Obedient. Powerless. Desperate to please as if his existence depended on it.

He dove in without a moment’s hesitation, swallowing Milo whole. Hard cock hit the back of his throat, his nose brushed against Milo’s hips, and he surrendered.

He didn’t want to think anymore.

He didn’t want to be pragmatic or careful or controlled.

He just wanted to give this to Milo and get whatever Milo wanted to give in return. He could let go of the reins and just feel for a moment because there was no other option.

Milo’s hand in his hair pulled his head forward, then pushed it back.

And Rowan went willingly. Relaxed his throat to take him in, closed his eyes to shut the world off, anchored himself with his hands on Milo’s hips and ass and let go.

His own pleasure was a distant hum in the back of his mind, the heaviness of his erection constricted in his pants a dull ache he could easily ignore if he focused on how Milo felt in his mouth.

How he smelled. What he sounded like.

Rowan’s world shrank to just the two of them in the middle of his living room. His mind went hazy and the sounds grew distant.

Milo was thrusting into his mouth with abandon, bruising his throat and dripping down it, and Rowan swallowed it all, greedy and possessive over each little drop like it was life-sustaining.

“Fuck,” Milo called from above him, body hunching, bowing over Rowan’s head, casting shadows over his closed lids. “Fuck, Ro…”

Ro.

Oh, he liked that.

He hummed in pleasure and Milo keened, every muscle in his body spasming.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…” Milo moaned, choking the end of the sentence with a soft cry as his body locked, his hips fucking into Rowan’s mouth one more time before he nearly screamed and came down Rowan’s throat.

Rowan swallowed, hungry for the taste of him. He held Milo by the hips and sucked him through the aftershocks, refusing to let go even when Milo’s moans turned to whimpers of oversensitivity.