Milo
Smut
I feel the coldness chilling along my skin, but whatever my body was resting against was warm. After a while my eyes peeled open and I was surrounded by darkness.
Sitting up, I stretch my arms out with a yawn erupting from my throat. Looking over I see Damien and Caleb. Damien next to me sleeps and Caleb with his legs draped over me and Damien.
My stomach growls and I decide to get myself something quick to snack on, before going back to sleep. I make my way to the kitchen hopefully not waking either of them.
I open the fridge and I spot a mini bag full of cookies. And I grab them, they weren’t mine, but I’d pay whoever they are back.
I continued eating the cookies until I heard footsteps. I look over and spot a sleepy Caleb. His hair messy and eyes half open as he rubbed them. I couldn’t help but adore the sight in front of me.
“Why are you up?” He mumbles, as he continues to wipe his eyes before noticing the bag of cookies in my hand.
“Whoever they are, I’ll repay them back.” I take another bite from the cookie. He chuckled before walking deeper into the kitchen next to me.
“They’re mine.”
“I didn’t know, I’ll pay you back-” He uses his thumb and wipes the chocolate chip that was seemingly on my lips before licking it off his thumb. My heart hammered against my chest.
“Yep, definitely mine.” He grabbed a cookie from the bag in my hand and ate it. “You’re a messy eater, you still have more on your lips.” He giggled, bashfully I looked away.
“Can you… get it off?” I ask.
“Huh?”
“Get it off my lip please.” He attempts to use him hand but I hold onto his wrist, not letting them rise any higher. “Without your hands.”
His brows raise as his cheeks are as red as a stop light. I turn away embarrassed.
“Sorry, that was stupid, I’ll get back to bed-“
“Hey.” He gently let out as he get a hold of my chin. “It’s not stupid, you just need…” He inches his face closer to mine, eyeing my lips, “…to get it off right?” He leans in and his lips press against my bottom lips, doing as I asked, licking, sucking the chocolate off my bottom lip. I shut my eyes as the sensation lasts a few seconds.
He just barely backs away, his eyes seem different. He looks at me differently as his eyes alternate between eyes. My face was probably a new shade of red. But I don’t look away, his eyes flicker down to my lips again before back to my eyes.
“Is it all off?” I carefully ask as to not break this moment.
He uses his thumb and it caress over my bottom lips, and I feel electricity charging throw me. I felt the urge to just mash my lips onto his but I reframed.
He leans in but I press a finger to his lips, stopping him. “What are you thinking about right now?” I smile as I press my pointer finger against his lips slightly harder.
“Kissing you, feeling you.” He grabs the hand that has the finger on his lips and places kisses in my palm, on my fingers, and the tip of my fingers.
“Do I have permission Cariño?” He whimpers and I felt my heart nearly flutter out of my chest.
“Yes, you may” I gently assure, and he doesn’t take any time to press his lips on mine. I taste the faint cookie as our tongues fight inside my lips. As he pushed into me, he doesn’t know that he’s making me push up against the cold fridge, and I gasp from the coldness on my back.
From the lack of air we pull back, catching our breaths, our breaths mix as we stare at each other. His lustful gaze makes me want to get on my knees and worship him.
He leans in my ears, his breath hard, even though we haven’t done anything yet, but I could almost feel how desperate he was. How badly he wanted me.
“I want you.” He desperately voices, pressuring a long kiss behind my ear before pulling away.
“Say it again.” I beg, my arm tying around his neck.
“I want you, I want you, I want you.” He lustfully repeats, kissing, and nibbling on my ear. His warm hand travels up my shirts, heating my chilled skin as if I was a freezing man in the winter and his body was my only sense of warmth.
“Then make me feel like you do.”
He kisses me again. He devours my lips like a starving man with no food for miles and I was his last meal. He kissed me like he needed me, like he’s been waiting years to kiss me.
I definitely know I have
We made out against the fridge, the fridge slightly rocking and moving from him pushing me against it.
He seems to not care, too lust drunk to even think about it.
“I’ve missed you.” He pulled away heavy breathing as he confessed to me. “I’ve missed your touch.” Before I’m able to say anything, he connects out lips again.
After a matter of seconds his lips moves down to my neck and he leaves kisses on every surface he could reach. Jaw, neck, shoulder, whatever he could reach.
I let out stifled moans and try to keep quiet. But his lips kiss me like they couldn’t resist me. Like he never wanted this to end. The tightness in pants poking me.
I felt my own bone growing in my pants as I lowly pant and gasped. First I was stationary on the floor, then was swiftly swiped up by Caleb and immediately wrapped my legs around his waist.
He grinded up against me and throaty groans quickly escaped me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck Caleb~” I tuck my red face in his shoulder, moaning his name bashfully. He rolled his hips harder, and I couldn’t get enough of it. My bone only grew harder as electricity ran through my nerves.
I felt so desperate to release right now as slutty moans escaped my lips.
“Are you already about to come?” Caleb has a mirthful look into his eyes, but at the same time he looks like he was desperate for more, just as much as I was.
“Fuck you- ah~” He thrusted up onto me, but it felt like it was right there trying to push into me, because of these thin pants and his hard-on.
Before I could beg for more, he placed me on the floor and turned me around and slightly bent me over the counter, pushing his hard cock against my rear, letting out desperate grumbles.
“I need you, I need to be in you.” He whimpers before I felt my pants and boxer being pulled down. I heard the belt buckle of his pants jingle before I heard a zipper being unzipped. After seconds of impatient waiting I felt him slowly sinking into my entrance and I let out a moan, my body tensing up from the friction.
I felt him lean forward to my ear, completely sinking himself into me, letting out a groan in my ear. My hands gripped the counters ledge, trying my hardness to swallow my loud and desperate moaning.
“Relax~” He began to roll his hips around in me, which made me immediately release in my boxers.
“Keep ngh~ going-” He thrusted, slightly shoving me against the counter. I couldn’t help but reach into my pants and pull my stiff dick out and began to stroke myself.
“Oh shit~ I- hah~“
He pulled out and thrusts back into me, which made me let out more satisfied moans. I was so glad that Damien was a heavy sleeper because I gave up on trying to quiet my moaning. It was getting to be nearly impossible.
Each thrust inside me became harder, and I nearly forgot where we were for a moment. He soon found a pace and kept up with it, slamming me against the counter. After several more thrusts I felt him release into me, “I want you to stroke yourself faster.” He continued to hit my insides with his cock, causing my eyes to roll back and toes to curl. Making my insides to feel so good.
“How does my cock feel, hitting you so deeply?” He groaned as he continued to slam into me.
“So good~ I’m so close to coming again.“
“Me too.” He rolled his hips in my once again and immediately I released, again. Covering the bottom of the counter with my come. After more thrusts Caleb released into me again as well. He kept it inside me for a bit longer before pulling it out. I slowly stood up straight, still sore from not even 30 seconds ago. I push my cock back into my boxers. Moving was a struggle, my ass hurts.
“You did so well.” He kissed the back of my neck gently before turning me around and kissing me again. “Are you ok?” He asks gently, tucking some hair out of my face. “How are you feeling Cariño?”
“Sore.” I rested my head onto his shoulder and he wraps his arms around my waise
“You want me to run you some bath water?” He questions before pressing another kiss to my forehead.
“Yes.”
“Mkay. First let me clean your little mess on the counter.”
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A/N:
If you’re reading this a second time, I added and removed some words, I’m trying to improve on my smut writing
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