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Where was Milo though?

Finally, just when Rowan was about to call out, he found him.

Lying naked on Rowan’s bed.

“Milo, what—”

“It is getting late, Rowan. I would like to experience other things before you go to sleep. Please?”

Milo was sprawled out so wantonly, the only thing about him that didn’t look human was the mechanical glow of his eyes—and to Rowan, that was just as enchanting as everything else.

How was he ever going to say no to Milo?

Notes:

Soooooooo more smex? Or no smex yet?

(Damn it, this is just making me think of superhero/supervillain smexiness! XD)

Notes:

…I’d answer the question posed in last chapter’s ending notes, but… SPOILERS! Read for yourself. ^_^

MILO

It was odd, but Milo was aware of enjoying being naked, while also understanding that he would not feel the same way if someone other than Rowan was looking at him. If Riley had still been here, for example, or, goodness,Ethel, he would have felt wrong and compelled to cover up. Rowan’s eyes upon him, however, felt like hewascovered, but by a warm blanket caressing his skin and leaving it tingly.

Milo caressed his own skin to mimic the sensation, noting the way Rowan’s eyes tracked the path of his fingers. Down his long neck. Continuing between his pecs. Further to his stomach and around his navel—which served no purpose other than to make him look more human, yet it felt especially warm inside him when he circled it again—then kept going toward the hardening bob of his cock.

“Please, Rowan?” he asked again. “May I be inside you? Or you inside me? I am uncertain if I have a preference yet between the two and would like to try both.”

Rowan’s gaze darted from Milo’s trailing fingers to his face, his fingers, then his face again. When Milo had decided on this course of action, while he waited for Rowan to join him in the bedroom, he had attempted to better prepare himself for this... seduction.

A general search had led to many follow-up questions, which were easy for Milo to answer, given he knew much of Rowan's sexual history and preferences, but trulyunderstandingthem versus responding to data input was very different. This had led to the downloading of several gay romance novels, television shows, movies, and pornographic movies that, while varied and more than Milo could process in the short time he had, did give him a few ideas.

How he had sprawled himself naked upon the bed was one. And now, he bit his lip in a manner that his research said should make Rowan's eyes dilate with desire.

They did.

Milo knew all the places on his body that Rowan liked best, places his eyes and hands often strayed. Naturally, the head of his cock was one, especially swelling and pink as he ran his fingers over the budding wetness there. After all, only so very recently, Rowan had been on his knees for Milo, delicately tonguing it—

“Stop, Milo.”

Milo instantly obeyed, not obliged to like he might have been once, yet the sound of Rowan’s voice still made him want to listen. He wanted Rowan to be happy. He wanted Rowan to want what he wanted. “Is something wrong?”

Rowan’s pinched expression looked wounded. Pained. Upset. Somethingwaswrong, but rather than voice it, he moved toward Milo and sat beside him on the bed. He didn’t touch him like Milo had hoped for but reached instead for the covers and pulled them up over Milo until his hardness was hidden.

He didn’t want to see Milo.

He didn’twantMilo.

“Hey…” Rowan said, soft and low, which Milo liked the sound of, but his expression looked even more aggrieved. Milo was doing everything wrong.

“I’m sorry,” Milo said, averting his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see Rowan looking so dissatisfied. “Do I no longer please you?”

“What? It’s nothing like that.” Rowan took hold of one of Milo’s hands in his and tilted his chin up with the other. “You are pleasing, Milo. So pleasing. Always. But there are so many unknowns right now. You’re like… a newborn.”