Page 68 of Shifter Omegaverse AU

All Milo could do was nod.

“I’ve been thinking about you, too,” Rowan admitted.

“Really?” Milo asked, their voice cracking in the middle.

Rowan leaned forward on his chair, resting an elbow on his raised knee. “Yes, baby, really.”

Milo swallowed. “Oh. Okay.”

This time it was Rowan who silently nodded, his eyes fixed on the hem of Milo’s dress. With all the tact they could muster, Milo grabbed two fistfuls of fabric and yanked it up and over their head. Naturally, they somehow managed to get tangled in one of the arm holes, and then they remembered they were wearing tights, so they sort of kicked and shimmied their lower half while thrashing their arms about.

When they emerged, Rowan’s smile was huge, if not a little bemused, and his eyes were a shining brown.

“Ta da!” Milo said as they tossed the two offending items of clothing towards their closet.

They were wearing skin-tight black boxer briefs that really left nothing to the imagination. Performance anxiety had never been a thing for them, even when their performance involved nearly suffocating in their own clothes. They gripped themself through their underwear and gave an experimental tug.

A noise somewhere between a moan and a cough escaped their lips. Rowan’s irises glowed, and he pressed his hand against himself.

“Are you going to…too?” Milo asked, very eloquently. Rowan froze, and Milo quickly backtracked. “I mean, no pressure. Honestly, this is really hot. Especially if you tell me what to do, maybe? Like… harder, Milo. Yeah, baby, get it,” Milo said, doing their best impression of Rowan’s deep, rumbling voice.

Rowan slowly raised one eyebrow, his eyes shimmering like they couldn’t decide between staying yellow and reverting to brown. “That’s what I sound like, huh?”

“Well, that but, like, ten thousand times sexier.”

Rowan smirked, like, actually smirked, and Milo’s hand seemed to move of its own accord, stroking themself from root to tip. They let out a real moan this time and fell back onto one hand, angling their hips up with their next stroke.

“Gods...” Rowan whispered, curling his fingers around himself through his jeans.

He was a very decent size, filling up Rowan’s large hand and then some. Milo whimpered as a dozen and one filthy ideas rolled through their mind. The problem was, they had done too good a job of forcing themself to forget what Rowan looked like, and now they could only picture the shape of him through his jeans.

“Rowan, please…” Milo whispered. “I want to see you, but, like, on purpose, ‘cause I forced myself to jigsaw puzzle you with random naked bodies in my head so I wouldn't have an unfair advantage.”

Rowan blinked his gorgeous eyes and Milo got another great idea. “Actually, let me just make it fair.” Milo hooked their thumbs in their boxers and dragged them down, tossing them towards the rest of their clothes. “There! Now you’ve also seen me naked.”

Rowan’s mouth went slack as his gaze locked onto Milo’s groin. His eyes were solidly yellow now, and he tipped forward in his seat before suddenly pulling back. “Do you…” He shook his head, as if trying to shake water out of his hair. “Do you have a preference for what your parts are called? I’m sorry, I should have asked earlier.”

Milo scrunched up their nose in a way that was probably very un-sexy. It was a good question, one that a good boyfriend would ask, and Rowan had proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was an amazing boyfriend, so of course he would ask.

The problem was, Milo didn’t really have an answer.

“You know, I’ve never really given that much thought. I don’t think I have any dysphoria around it, so I’ve always just called it my dick,” Milo said, trailing their fingers down their chest and circling the head.

They gave themself a soft stroke and then a tighter one. The action and the word felt right together, and as they traced their thumb over their leaking slit, it felt like they were able to see a little farther across that foggy chasm in their head.

“Yeah, I think I like dick and balls. At least, for now.”

“Okay,” Rowan said, a tremor in his voice. “Whatever you want, baby.”

“I want you to take off your clothes,” Milo said, giving their flirtiest wink.

Rowan laughed, softly at first and then louder as he gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. “I can’t believe this is happening,” Rowan said, his smile wide as his fingers easily undid the button and fly on his jeans. “Last night I was afraid we weren’t even going to be able to stay friends, and now…”

“And now…” Milo murmured.

It probably wouldn’t do any good to admit that they had been feeling anxious earlier, too. Everything was fine now. In fact, it was more than fine. They would kick those earlier insecurities farther into the fog, and maybe they would even fall down into the bottomless chasm, and they’d never have to address them again.

Milo’s pony huffed, but Milo was certain it was a good plan. So, instead of worrying about Ray and Ruben or Anabelle or inadequacies, Milo catalogued every inch of skin Rowan revealed as he dragged his jeans down his thick, hairy thighs.