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“Apparently.” Rowan shook his head. “For science.”

“I love science!”

Notes:

Fuck me for science sticker? No one again? You could put it on your bumper? No? Spoilsports!

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Milo

Suddenly Milo’s life was full of Rowan.

They saw each other every single day somehow. Mostly after Rowan had finished work or around Milo’s hectic and erratic shifts, but even then, sometimes Rowan would stop by for a drink or to order food.

Sometimes they even forgot to mention the whole dragon thing.

Milo didn’t really think too deeply into it. He lived in the moment. And the moment said that he liked having Rowan’s grumpy face around. The moment also said that he liked having Rowan’s grumpy face on his face.

Which was exactly what he was doing on his break in the staff bathroom of the bar.

He’d pulled Rowan in by his tie, ignoring the knowing stare Sheryl was giving him as she took over. But he’d covered for her plenty of times, so he knew she couldn’t say shit.

Rowan had protested, of course, in that shy, I want it but coax me a little, way of his that actually turned Milo on more than he had expected.

He’d ended up pressing Rowan to the bathroom door and kissing away his mumbles of uncertainty. He came alive in Milo’s arms and under his care, growling happily, the deep bass reverberating through his chest.

So, of course, Milo needed to get his hands on it.

It remained Milo’s obsession. This chest needed worshipping once a day at least. More if Rowan would allow him to.

He unbuttoned Rowan’s work shirt easily, tugging the ends out of his pants to reach his prize. He pulled back from their ardent kisses to feast his eyes on the swell of Rowan’s pecs and the way his tie fell in the valley between them.

His mouth watered and he dove right for the left nipple.

Rowan hissed and grabbed a handful of his hair, not pulling him away but applying pressure. “They’re still sore from last night.”

The admission only made Milo harder, and he moaned, remembering how he had made Rowan come untouched by torturing them. He really needed to be stopped. But also…the person who tried would have to pry these babies from his cold, dead hands at this point.

He was pretty sure he was going to go to his grave thinking about them.

He pulled off the swollen nub and kissed around a bite mark that was still red. “But they’re so pretty all puffed up and pink like this. Doesn’t it feel good?”

Milo saw the strain in Rowan’s neck as he threw his head back against the door. “Fuck. You can’t make me come here, Milo. I don’t want to buy more vending machine clothes and you need to go back to work. How are you going to explain the claws and wings?”

Milo peeked over his back, and yup, his wings had ripped through the back of his shirt already. Well, fuck.

Good sense kicked in and Milo sighed.

And then he kicked good sense out of his head, because who needed that guy anyway?

He fell to his knees, unbuckled Rowan’s belt, and undid his pants.

Wide red eyes peered down at him and Milo grinned back. “Problem-solving.”

He dove onto Rowan’s cock.

Rowan growled, smoke puffing out of his mouth and nostrils as his eyes rolled back in his head.