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uncertain right now. To be honest, I don’t know what to do.”
“You told Spencer that this was the happiest you’ve been in years.”
Will nodded.
“Then be honest with me,” Milo said. “Why is that? Is it simply because you’re no longer with him? Is it the independence of being free of him? Or is there more to it than that?”
Will paused. In his heart, he knew there was more to it than just breaking it off with Spencer. Milo and Bloom Box both were a huge part of why he felt so light.
“There’s more to it,” Will admitted finally.
“I want this to work, Will, you and me. The thought of losing you scares the shit out of me.”
Will took a deep breath and steeled himself. “I don’t want to lose you either. But what if you wake up one day and realize you’ve missed out on so much?”
“I wouldn’t be missing out, Will. I love you. I know it’s quick and this is the first time I’ve told you, but I mean it. You mean more to me than anything.”
“I love you too.”
The smile that spread across Milo’s face when he heard those words melted away any remaining reservations Will had about trying to make things work.
“So what now?”
“I don’t know. We find a new place to live, I suppose. We can look together, maybe something close to campus for you? I can work anywhere.”
“Okay,” Milo said, his voice lit with an excitement Will felt too.
They hadn’t been together long, but it had been more than long enough to learn how to tempt and tease into flustered desperation. There was no teasing then, though. Milo fit easily against Will as he captured Will’s mouth with his own. Will slipped his fingers beneath Milo’s shirt, needing to feel connected with him, skin to skin.
In a series of fluid movements, they were both undressed and Will was lowering Milo onto their bed. Nuzzling against the tender skin at his throat, Will was rewarded with Milo wriggling beneath him making those sounds that had become so familiar, yet still set Will off in a way nothing else did.
He loved the way Milo responded to him, as though every contact was pushing him deeper into pleasure. Will felt like a fucking king when they were together, and Milo’s need always ignited his own.
Reaching over and into the drawer, Will pulled out the condom and lube, placing them beside Milo’s head on the mattress before returning to his task of driving Milo into a fevered frenzy. It didn’t take long before Milo was a puddle of broken words and incoherent babbling beneath him.
Taking his time, he slicked his fingers before reaching down to carefully slide one inside Milo. They’d done this a hundred times, but the way Milo’s body opened for Will, easily accepting him inside to push deep to hit that spot that had him spiraling into ecstasy.
One finger became two. It wasn’t enough and Will carefully withdrew his hand, then with deft fingers, rolled on a condom. He returned to Milo, lining himself up at Milo’s entrance and slowly pushing forward.
It never failed to amaze him. Will couldn’t help the thought that Milo was made for him, as though his body was specifically designed to be loved by Will. And that’s exactly what he did, whispering promises of love and faith and forever in Milo’s ear as they moved together, hips rocking, muscles quaking. Will’s grip on Milo’s hip tightened, and Milo’s breathing quickened as they pushed one another toward the edge.
Will could feel the pleasure pooling deep inside him and as his rhythm faltered and broke, Milo came, back arched and crying out, warmth and wetness spilling between them. The sight of Milo’s skin flushed with pleasure, the tightness of Milo’s muscles spasming around him, and the sound of Will’s name falling from his lips as he tumbled into orgasm was just what Will needed to follow him right over, thrusting hard and coming inside him.
“I love you,” Milo whispered in the dark as Will pulled out with great care, then gathered Milo into
“You told Spencer that this was the happiest you’ve been in years.”
Will nodded.
“Then be honest with me,” Milo said. “Why is that? Is it simply because you’re no longer with him? Is it the independence of being free of him? Or is there more to it than that?”
Will paused. In his heart, he knew there was more to it than just breaking it off with Spencer. Milo and Bloom Box both were a huge part of why he felt so light.
“There’s more to it,” Will admitted finally.
“I want this to work, Will, you and me. The thought of losing you scares the shit out of me.”
Will took a deep breath and steeled himself. “I don’t want to lose you either. But what if you wake up one day and realize you’ve missed out on so much?”
“I wouldn’t be missing out, Will. I love you. I know it’s quick and this is the first time I’ve told you, but I mean it. You mean more to me than anything.”
“I love you too.”
The smile that spread across Milo’s face when he heard those words melted away any remaining reservations Will had about trying to make things work.
“So what now?”
“I don’t know. We find a new place to live, I suppose. We can look together, maybe something close to campus for you? I can work anywhere.”
“Okay,” Milo said, his voice lit with an excitement Will felt too.
They hadn’t been together long, but it had been more than long enough to learn how to tempt and tease into flustered desperation. There was no teasing then, though. Milo fit easily against Will as he captured Will’s mouth with his own. Will slipped his fingers beneath Milo’s shirt, needing to feel connected with him, skin to skin.
In a series of fluid movements, they were both undressed and Will was lowering Milo onto their bed. Nuzzling against the tender skin at his throat, Will was rewarded with Milo wriggling beneath him making those sounds that had become so familiar, yet still set Will off in a way nothing else did.
He loved the way Milo responded to him, as though every contact was pushing him deeper into pleasure. Will felt like a fucking king when they were together, and Milo’s need always ignited his own.
Reaching over and into the drawer, Will pulled out the condom and lube, placing them beside Milo’s head on the mattress before returning to his task of driving Milo into a fevered frenzy. It didn’t take long before Milo was a puddle of broken words and incoherent babbling beneath him.
Taking his time, he slicked his fingers before reaching down to carefully slide one inside Milo. They’d done this a hundred times, but the way Milo’s body opened for Will, easily accepting him inside to push deep to hit that spot that had him spiraling into ecstasy.
One finger became two. It wasn’t enough and Will carefully withdrew his hand, then with deft fingers, rolled on a condom. He returned to Milo, lining himself up at Milo’s entrance and slowly pushing forward.
It never failed to amaze him. Will couldn’t help the thought that Milo was made for him, as though his body was specifically designed to be loved by Will. And that’s exactly what he did, whispering promises of love and faith and forever in Milo’s ear as they moved together, hips rocking, muscles quaking. Will’s grip on Milo’s hip tightened, and Milo’s breathing quickened as they pushed one another toward the edge.
Will could feel the pleasure pooling deep inside him and as his rhythm faltered and broke, Milo came, back arched and crying out, warmth and wetness spilling between them. The sight of Milo’s skin flushed with pleasure, the tightness of Milo’s muscles spasming around him, and the sound of Will’s name falling from his lips as he tumbled into orgasm was just what Will needed to follow him right over, thrusting hard and coming inside him.
“I love you,” Milo whispered in the dark as Will pulled out with great care, then gathered Milo into
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