Milo somehow managed to upend the case of dilators, causing the two largest and one of the middle ones to roll off the side of the bed. They saved the rest by gathering them in between their naked legs like a frog swimming through water.
“Oh, uh, that’s perfect! Easy access!” Milo said, grinning at Rowan as he climbed onto the other side of the bed.
“All part of your plan?”
“Totally part of the plan!” Milo said, opening the lube bottle and pouring an obscene amount onto the first dilator. “You just have to trust the process.”
Rowan’s stomach clenched as he thought back to Troy’s words. He just had to trust the fated mate process…and trust Milo.
Even though this was probably far from a typical third date activity, he was excited to be back in bed with his Milo, even as they wiggled and shimmied around like a fish trying to get into a comfortable position.
As soon as they found one, leaning back on an elbow with one hand gripping their dick and their other hand positioning the dilator at their hole, they looked straight into Rowan’s eyes. He was ready for them to say some sort of out-of-pocket thing, but all they did was let out a soft moan as they pressed the dilator into themself.
“That feel good, baby?” Rowan whispered, his eyes glued to where the purple silicone was slowly disappearing inside his fated mate.
“Yeah.”
“You’re taking it so well,” Rowan said, drawing from every romance book Raina had ever recommended to him. She had an entire library of smutty, sappy books, and while Rowan had been skeptical at first, he’d come to love the stories, especially as it had seemed for a long time like that was the closest he was ever going to get to happy endings.
Milo let out a shaky laugh, stroking their dick and rubbing their thumb over the head. “Th-thank you.”
Rowan should really be the one thanking them. Somehow, they’d crashed into Rowan’s life and changed everything for him. Love and affection weren’t reserved for pages of a book anymore. This was real. The way he felt about Milo was real.
“I bet you’ll be able to take the next one in just a few more thrusts,” Rowan said.
Milo whimpered, pulling the dilator out and pressing it back in a little harder. They did that two more times and then bucked their hips. “I…I’m ready.”
Rowan didn’t stop to wonder how well Milo cleaned their toys after each use. He grabbed the next size up, a pretty light blue, and held it out for them.
Even after just a few thrusts, Milo’s pupils were already blown, and they pulled out the first one with shaking fingers. Before Rowan could ask if they needed more lube, they took the dilator and pushed it inside themself.
“Oh—gods, yes.” They didn’t waste time being gentle. They started thrusting in and out, angling their wrist up every few thrusts. “Ah, ahhh, right…right there,” Milo whined, their other hand resting limply on their dick.
Rowan contemplated taking Milo in hand, but his fingers were already itching from where he’d touched the—hopefully—clean dilator. He was still feeling grounded in his body, present in this amazing, sexy moment, and he didn’t want to lose that.
“Stroke yourself, baby,” Rowan murmured, and Milo trembled from head to toe. They gave themself two strokes, but their thrusting faltered, and they let out a pitiful groan.
Rowan picked up the next dilator, which was two sizes bigger. The correct one was somewhere on Rowan’s floor. Given its size, some more lube was probably in order. Unfortunately, lube was about the worst consistency Rowan could think of. In the past, he’d mostly gotten away with asking his partners to apply lube, but he also had a backup strategy. He drizzled the lube along one side and rolled it in the air, slowly spreading it to the other side.
“Will you… If you…want to?” Milo asked, their eyes wide and trusting.
Gods, how Rowan wanted to toss aside the toys and sink into Milo himself. Both his hands were tingling after handling the lube bottle, though, so he knew it wasn’t the right time. Maybe he could get away with playing with the toys for a little while, though?
He glanced down at Milo’s hole, which was bright pink, but just barely beginning to open.
“If you get yourself nice and open, baby, I’ll try the next one.”
Milo took the toy from him with a lopsided grin. “Aye aye, captain.”
They pulled out the blue dilator, pressed the tip into themself, and pushed, only to hit clear resistance.
“F-fuck,” Milo groaned, squeezing their eyes shut. “Definitely skipped a step. I see why you wanted the next one.”
They released their dick in favor of placing their hand behind their back, using it as leverage to begin rocking their hips.
“That’s it, baby,” Rowan said, his own hand coming to rest on his achingly hard cock.
He would never admit it to Ruben, but he was eternally grateful for their conversation the previous week. He never would have thought this was something a lover would do with him, let alone enjoy. Given all the tiny, sexy noises Milo was making, they were definitely enjoying themself.