Page 69 of Shifter Omegaverse AU

Slowly, so slowly that their pony snorted impatiently, Rowan dragged his underwear down, and Milo was able to officially drink in the sight of the gorgeous, thick length between his legs. He was easily the size of one of Rowan’s hands, plus one of Milo’s. If they were ever able to get their mouth on him, there was no way they’d be able to take it all, no matter how talented they were with their mouth.

Speaking of which, they swiped their thumb over their tongue and brought it down to swirl over the head of their dick, just the way they liked it.

“Gods, baby, you’re beautiful,” Rowan growled, gripping himself tightly and giving himself two solid strokes.

“So are you.”

Unfortunately, their nickname for Rowan didn’t rumble sexily and seemed too soft and, well, sweet for the moment, so they improvised.

“My super sexy sweetheart. My Triple S.”

Rowan huffed, even as his hand moved a little faster on his dick. “Do you want to talk? Or do you want me to talk to you? To…tell you what to do?”

“You might as well give it a shot,” Milo said, precum dribbling down their dick at the mere thought of it.

Rowan flicked his tongue out to wet his bottom lip. “Stroke yourself nice and slow for me, baby. Yeah, just like that.”

Milo started stroking themself and Rowan mirrored the movement, pausing when Milo rubbed their thumb across their tip to collect more precum to smear along their length.

“You like that? Playing up here?” Rowan asked, rubbing his thumb over the plump mushroom head of his dick.

Milo whimpered as they wiggled the tip of their thumb over their slit. They couldn’t remember when they’d started doing this, but no jerk off session was complete without plenty of attention given to the top of their dick.

“Why don’t you stay there for a little while?” Rowan said, his voice almost a purr as he leaned back in his seat, returning to stroking himself while Milo followed his instructions.

At first, it felt good, the sensitive flesh appreciating the extra attention. Milo used it as an excuse to study Rowan and the exact way he twisted his wrist at the top of his dick and then massaged the base of his knot at the bottom.

Slowly, however, things became too sensitive.

“R-Rowan,” Milo whined, slowing the speed of the circles they were making.

“Lick your thumb and keep going,” Rowan said, his eyes shining like polished gold.

Milo once again did as instructed, and their hips snapped up, begging for more. It was almost like Rowan was touching them, controlling their pleasure, and keeping them right on the edge of pain.

While Milo wouldn’t say they were kinky, they’d slept with a few folks who were, and they knew they liked a little dash of pain with their pleasure. They’d never had the urge to please a dom, or anyone else, but right now they would do anything Rowan asked of them. They were already naked, spread out across their bed like some type of nude model, posing for an incredibly raunchy painting. They’d happily stay here for the rest of the evening…

Except precum was now dribbling down their dick, tickling across their balls.

They tried their best, they really did, but they only lasted thirty seconds before they had to reach down and wipe it away with their free hand.

“Do you like playing with your balls?” Rowan asked, and Milo nodded desperately. “Roll them between your fingers. I want to see them.”

Taking a little initiative, Milo lifted their feet up, resting them on the sides of the bed so Rowan had a completely unobstructed view of all of Milo’s bits.

“Oh gods, baby, yes,” Rowan growled.

Milo whined, squeezing their eyes shut as pleasure shot from the tip of their dick down into their balls. With clumsy fingers, they rolled and played with the sensitive orbs inside their sack.

“Please,” Milo whimpered. Any shame they had ever had, which wasn’t much to begin with, completely left the building as they thrust their hips up in the air. “Please, Rowan, please.”

“Give yourself three firm strokes.”

Milo complied, jerking their hips up to meet each stroke. “Gods! Yes! More!”

“You’re doing so well,” Rowan said, the timber of his voice seeming to shake through the floor and bed Milo was lying on.

Or maybe that was just Milo trembling.