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Rowan’s eyes darkened as he complied, fanning his fingers over Milo’s lower back where the lightning surge had left its mark and some of his tissue was still scarred from it.

It felt amazing, only adding to the cumulative pleasure coursing through Milo as he rode Rowan harder,faster.

“The remaining lightning scars don’t pain you?” Rowan asked, tentative with the brush of those fingers, but their featherlight strokes over the damaged patches only intensified how good it felt.

“N-no. It’s like… theedgeof pain? But without crossing it?”

Rowan pressed a little firmer, and while the scars didn’t hurt, the lighter touch had been better.

“Softer,” Milo pleaded. “Lighter like before.”

Rowan obeyed. Heobeyed. Milo’s former master did everything he asked of him.

The heat within Milo was building, spreading, and every fresh pass of Rowan’s fingertips over his scars was exhilarating. “Why does something almost but not quite painful feel sogood?”

Rowan chuckled, and that sent a shock of pleasure through Milo too. “I couldn’t tell you… other than it is very, very human.” He brought down the hand that had been holding Milo’s head, and while the one continued to gently trace over and around Milo’s lightning scars, the other wrapped strong fingers around Milo’s cock.

Gibberish flashed across Milo’s mind’s eye like a failed systems check, as if he had somehow managed a mental keysmash. “I don’t want to come yet,” he said as he rode Rowan harder, which only moved his cock within Rowan’s firm grasp harder too. “I don’t want to come yet.”

“But you can’t help it?” Rowan husked, voice as roughened as Milo’s was becoming, yet he wasn’t making nearly as many plaintive noises as Milo, which were unprompted and constant with every bounce on Rowan’s cock. “You can’t tell your systems to wait?”

Milo was already shaking his head from the first question. “I don’t think so. It is as if I… have no control at all…” He started rolling his hips rather than bouncing up and down, just to test, just to experience the difference, andfuck aksljdfhglkashdg.

Keysmash again.

Though he kept losing himself to the rhythm and intensity and sheerecstasy, Milo met Rowan’s gaze, and it was as if his ocular sensors were keysmashing too, malfunctioning, becauseeverything around Rowan had dimmed, leaving just him, ethereal and bright.

“I like that too,” Milo said.

He loved it.

He loved all of this.

“Oh Milo…” Rowan stroked him faster, then gently scraped his nails over the lightning scars, which caused Milo to yelp and drop his head back to release the longer moan that followed. “Knowing you can lose control for me… because of me… you have no idea howfucking hotthat is.”

“Ah!” Milo’s eruption was instant, and with such an added burst of glorious warmth and blissful sensation blossoming inside of him, its aftershocks seemed to go on and on andon. “Oh…!Ahhhhh…” Milo sagged forward from the intensity of it, clinging to Rowan’s neck with his arms twining around behind it.

Rowan hadn’t yet joined him, and every continued slam upward, bouncing Milo in his lap, while wringing out Milo’s cock of his remaining release, kept that blissful feeling going.

And going.

Andgoing.

Until it was almost bordering on pain to keep feeling so much at once, but just when Milo thought he might burst from an overload of input, Rowan’s heat filled him, signaling his end, along with a guttural grunt in quiet relief.

Milo sagged even heavier atop Rowan. He didn’t experience fatigue, yet he needed one of those moments Rowan kept encouraging him to take in order to return to normal.

“I understand now why most humans enjoy sex so much.”

Rowan laughed. “Ow!” Which was why his exclamation of pain was surprising.

“Rowan?” Milo lifted his head to check on his former master, but Rowan’s scowling face wasn’t directed at him.

It seemed Spot had run into Rowan’s ankle again.

Rowan chuckled as he nudged the tiny bot with his foot until she was turned in a direction that could continue her forward. She might need some adjustments to avoid so many issues with obstacles while mapping the apartment’s layout. Milo would see to that later. For now, he didn’t want to move yet. He had spilled his release on Rowan’s shirt that they never removed, but it wouldn’t stain, and Rowan’s release inside Milo would be absorbed and recycled.

He had never thought much of that before, but he liked knowing that part of Rowan would stay in him for a while longer.