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Milo’s hand was in their hair, pulling their head back so his mouth could be on their neck. His teeth scraped against their skin and his knee was pressed between their legs. His free hand was sliding up the front of their shirt as they squirmed against him, hips bucking against his leg. He pressed his knee up further earning a whine from Sweetheart. He huffed a laugh, lips moving up to their jaw.
“Already needy for me, Sweetheart? Gonna be good for Daddy?” His voice was low and rough in their ear, breath tickling their neck. They sighed as he pressed his lips to theirs, soft and slow.
They had been away on a business trip, a whole week away from home leaving their mate by himself. It had only been five days, but no amount of masturbating or tasteful nudes had satiated him. His pent up desire overflowed when he caught a whiff of their scent as they walked through the door. Their luggage had been abandoned on the ground as Milo shoved them against the wall.
His hand drifted down from their chest, settling on the waist of their pants as he pulled open the button and undid their fly. They panted against his lips as he slid his hand between their slacks and their underwear, fingers pressed against them through the fabric. Their mess had left a dampness there and Milo laughed again.
“Well? I can feel how much you want it, Sweetheart. You just have to ask.” He leaned back to watch their face, a pout forming as they tried to grind against his hand. He raised a brow at them, pulling his hand away slightly and smirking when they shook their head.
“Please, Daddy. I need it.” Sweetheart had no reservations about throwing away their dignity in this moment, just as pent up as their partner in the moment. They wanted Milo to fuck them stupid, press their face into the mattress until they couldn’t even say their own name. They tried to press into his hand but he pulled away and they gripped his shoulders tighter. He gave them a sly smile before taking a step back and wrapping his arms around their waist. He hauled them over his shoulder before turning down the hallway towards the bedroom. “Milo! Where are we—”
He set them down in the bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the bed. They looked at him in confusion, taking a step towards him before he put his hand out to stop them. They crossed their arms, annoyance crossing their features. Milo smiled, softly this time. He found it endearing how much they let their guard down around him.
“Strip, Sweetheart.” He leaned back slightly, letting his hands rest on the covers behind him. Sweetheart’s face flushed slightly but they nodded, willing to obey if it meant getting what they wanted in the end. They slid their jacket off, keeping their movements slow and let it drop to the floor.
They moved on to their shirt, taking a step closer to Milo as they undid the buttons, watching his face as more of their skin became exposed. They let the shirt fall to their shoulders, watching Milo palm himself through his pants before letting it fall altogether. They turned away from him, tucking their thumbs in the waistband of their pants and pushing them down slowly, pausing as the band slid under their ass. Milo growled behind them and they smirked to themself.
That confidence didn’t last long. As soon as their pants hit the floor, Milo’s hand was on the back of their neck, leading them to the bed and bending them over the mattress. His hand moved into their hair as he pressed against them from behind, reaching around to slip the other into their underwear. They whimpered as his fingers stroked against them, smearing their mess across their lower stomach.
“Already so wet for me? If you ask nicely, I’ll fuck you into this mattress. Go on. Ask.” Milo pressed a finger into them as he spoke, body pressing them down. They whined and tried to press back into him, grinding themself against his hand. His mouth was on their neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin and they yelped. “Ask.”
“Please, Daddy. Ah— Please, fuck me!” Sweetheart barely got the words out as Milo pressed another finger into them, pumping them in and out. They felt their own wetness spreading in their underwear, their desperation showing in a way that made their face hot. He pulled his hand away and shoved their underwear down, guiding them to step out of them. Once they had, he balled them up in his fist and grabbed their chin.
“Open.” They obeyed and he pressed the fabric into their waiting mouth without hesitation. They whined around the fabric, followed by a muffled cry when Milo’s palm smacked their ass, leaving the skin stinging.
He leaned back when he was done, shoving his pants down to his thighs and kicking their legs apart. He reached under the bed and pulled out a spreader bar, stroking himself while he attached it to one ankle and then the other. He smacked their ass again, grabbing it roughly before lining his cock up with their entrance. They gripped the sheets as he pressed into them, groaning when he was all the way in. They squeezed around him, squirming against the bed.
Milo leaned down and pressed his teeth into the back of their neck. The wolf holding down their prey. One of his hands gripped their hip tightly and the other was around their front, stroking them. He moaned against their skin as his hips snapped forward, fucking them roughly. He let his hand replace his teeth on the back of their neck as he leaned back to smack their ass again, relishing the way they whined around their own wet underwear filling their mouth.
He pulled out for a moment, flipping Sweetheart onto their back and pushing them back onto the bed. He used the spreader bar to bend their knees before pushing back into them with no warning. They were practically folded in half and Milo’s cock was deeper than before. They pressed their hands against the headboard to avoid being pushed into it, nails scraping at the wood as Milo’s spit dripped onto their heat. He used the new slickness to stroke them faster, watching their eyes roll as he did.
“Are you gonna come for Daddy, hm? I know you want to Sweetheart. C’mon, you can do it.” The words came between grunts, the lewd sounds of Milo’s cock in their wetness filling the air in the room. They moaned mindlessly, drooling around the makeshift gag as Milo’s freehand groped at them, fingers digging into their skin. His hand hit their cheek and they blinked up at him. He raised a brow before reaching forward and pulling the underwear out of their mouth. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes, I’m— Milo—” His palm was on their face again, skin hot and stinging as they whined. He let his hand slide around their throat, squeezing tight enough to slow their circulation but not enough to stop their breathing.
“That’s not what you call me right now.” He growled the words, pulling the spreader bar off of them so he could put their legs over his shoulders, fuck deeper into them. They brought their hands up to his wrists, head tilting back as he squeezed at it.
“Daddy, please— I can’t hold it—” Sweetheart’s legs were shaking as Milo fucked them harder, the wooden bed frame creaking with each thrust. Sweetheart’s whines and moans came out strangled as they tried to hold their orgasm, waiting for Milo’s permission.
“Give it to me, Sweetheart. Lose it for me.” The words were all they needed. Their back arched off the bed, into his chest as they came, body trembling and twitching and squeezing around him. He felt his own starting to crowd his senses, the edge rushing up to him. He pulled his cock out of them and let go on their stomach, hot ropes of cum coating their skin.
He breathed heavily as he finished, looking over his Sweetheart, stomach covered in his cum and neck covered in bruises from his hands. Thank God for magic healing.
He leaned forward and rubbed his cum against their skin, spreading it further up their stomach towards their chest. They watched him, eyes half-lidded as he did. He let his lips part as he scooped some up and pressed his fingers to Sweetheart’s lips. They opened willingly for him, closing their lips around his digits and swallowing his cum, lapping at what was left on his hand. He pulled his hand away and gripped their chin, motioning for them to stick their tongue out. They did, proof that they had swallowed down all he had offered them. He nodded, satisfied and slid off the bed.
“C’mon, Sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He pulled Sweetheart to their feet, scooping them up in his arms when he saw how unsteady they were. His own legs felt like jello, but he wouldn’t tell them that. “I think a hot bath and a stupid movie are in our future. And I don’t need to be a Seer to know it.”
His mate laughed at his silly joke, resting their head on his shoulder as he carried them into the bathroom. He set them down so he could turn on the tub, letting the water get hot before setting the stopper. He turned back to them and cupped their face, pressing light kisses to their cheeks and eyes and forehead and nose before settling on their lips. Their hands reached for him, sliding through his chest hair, over his shoulder, pulling him close. He pressed his nose against their neck, inhaling them and ignoring the sticky mess that was pressed between their stomachs.
“You’re so good to me, Milo.” They sighed contentedly in his arms. Like they could fall asleep standing up so long as he was holding them. He pulled away so they wouldn’t, helping them step into the tub.
“It’s what you deserve. All that and more, Sweetheart. Happy birthday.”