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“Fuck!” Rowan absolutely would have toppled without Milo’s support, even with the wall behind him.

Milo’s tongue wasn’t infinite by any means, but it could extend longer than a human’s—muchlonger—and spiraled up inside Rowan like a hungry snake. Rowan didn’t even need his cock touched to feel like he might erupt at a moment’s notice with how Milo expertly found his prostate and pressed his tongue against it.

And then vibrated where it caressed.

When had he learned he could do that? Rowan knew it was possible for some of Milo's parts, but he'd never explored those functions, having wanted before to pretend that Milo was more than a bot. Hewasnow, and if Milo chose to use those functions himself, well... something so impossible that no human partner could accomplish definitely made having a bot for a boyfriend even more worthwhile.

Milo hummed so deliciously too, like he was truly enjoying every second of the act, making pleased, honest noises of glee that his former self had only vaguely been able to mimic. He was also possibly humming the clean vocals melody to the metal song he’d just played, which sidetracked Rowan long enough to realize…

Had Milo gotten a song stuck in his head?

It didn’t get more human than that.

Milo started thrusting with his uncannily long and vibrating tongue, pounding Rowan’s prostate with its meaty tip, and while not as thick as other things Rowan wanted inside him right then, it was so wet and malleable and never needed a break. Just thrust after thrust afterthrust.

“Ah!” Rowan pounded a fist back against the wall as Milo’s long, elegant fingers wrapped around his cock and began to stroke him while continuing to eat him out.

Never before had that term been more accurate. Milo was having a meal of Rowan all right. He could have been his own tentacle hentai with how his tongue extended and moved and wetted Rowan’s insides with extra lubricant secreting from it just like Milo’s entrance could become wet and ready simply by him willing it.

The extraction of Milo’s tongue was equally as pleasure inducing, like slowly pulling out a thick set of beads. Rowan’s legs were shaking, and he felt open and empty and so ready for more.

“Rowan…?” Milo looked up at him, lips rosy pink and cheeks flush. He batted his lashes and nuzzled against Rowan’s increasingly hard cock again to streak his other cheek with prerelease. “May I be insideyouthis time?”

Hadn’t he just been very much inside him?Rowan wanted to joke. In truth, although they’d had sex several times since Milo rode Rowan in his work room, each occurrence had been with Rowan topping. He hadn’t planned it that way, they hadn’t discussed it either, but it had seemed to be what Milo wanted, and so they’d fallen into those roles without question.

But before the lightning, Rowan had switched things up with Milo almost daily.

“Absolutely,” Rowan rumbled, and Milo’s answering smile banished Rowan’s creeping fatigue and how close he had been to coming.

Until Milo swallowed his cock deep enough to bury his nose in Rowan’s curls

“F-fuck!” Rowan pounded the wall behind him again. Milo’s heat, fervent swallows, and once again vibrating tongue were beyond thrilling, and Rowan tried to just enjoy the feeling, to keep surrendering, without letting himself fall so close to the edge that he came before he wanted to.

He could imagine nothing sweeter than having Milo fuck him right there against the wall.

After bobbing on Rowan’s cock for several ravenous minutes, Milo finally ascended, removing his shirt and undoing his pants to drop them and his underwear to the floor. As he stepped out of them, Rowan stepped out of his on trembling legs and made to face the wall.

“No.” Milo stopped him, pinning Rowan again so their gazes locked. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.”

Rowan shuddered at the sultry way Milo had said that. “But how—”

Milo effortlessly hoisted Rowan up the wall as if he were the shorter, willowy one between them, cranking up the heat in Rowan’s belly like it might boil over. Milo couldbreakhim if he wanted to, Laws of Robotics be damned, which made his ever-present tenderness that much hotter.

With Rowan lifted, shirt bunched above his waist—they rarely managed to remove all of his clothes despite always getting Milo naked—he had such a unique view of the platinum-haired beauty, bright glowing eyes the nearest aspect to him with a full view down the glorious length of Milo’s body.

And at thelengthof a specific part of him that he slowly, agonizingly, brought Rowan down to sheathe himself on. There was just the right amount of stretch in the wake of what Milo’s tongue had accomplished that Rowan was seated in one steadymotion without a single tremor in Milo’s arms while keeping him aloft.

There were tremors inRowan’sarms. And legs. And all throughout him, as Milo began to thrust, anchoring their connection with Rowan’s back still pressed to the wall. Having his shirt on helped temper the friction that might have burned after a while had they been skin to skin. Rowan could surrender without having to do anything other than let Milo take him.

Like in Rowan’s work room, fucking on his wheely chair, Milo could hold Rowan with only one arm, and he did, shifting his grip so he could reach up and poke a finger at Rowan’s shirt fabric.

“You have a hole in your shirt.”

“Huh?” Rowan’s eyes could barely focus as Milo drove deeper inside him with every snap of his hips, slamming up into his prostate just as perfectly as when he’d tongued it. “Oh.” He felt more than saw when Milo’s finger slid into the hole, lightly scratching at Rowan’s skin. “Guess I do.”

“May I ruin it?”

The deeper husk to Milo’s voice brought the first real threat of early release, because Milo could ruineverythingRowan was anytime he wanted to.