i'll get you, my pretty, and your little rats too

Milo soon managed to get enough courage- or, maybe it was just the desire and smitten feelings, temporarily distracting from his own awkwardness- to return the touches Vince was giving him. Doing all of this after having it on his mind, heavy but seemingly unreachable, was surreal.

Milo didn't pay any mind to the monstrous traits, he didn't care, although he momentarily worried he'd worsened some. That was something to think more on later, not now. Now was dedicated to warmth and soft, soft emotions.

This closeness was everything to him. He loved Vincenzo, everything about him, whether the trait in question was considered good or bad. Honestly, whatever he saw or ran his fingers over left him more breathless than ever.

The hand between his legs certainly helped in that area, of course. Milo's eyes instantly fluttered shut, and his own hands flew up to cover his face, though just a bit too weak and shaky to do a good job of it. Even this much stimulation was a lot for him, so he kept shivering and making small, gasps of sounds.

In all his years alive, nobody had ever done this, and he himself was always timid with it. Careful, brief, just a bit ashamed. Trying to get it over with and forget it happened. More recently, though, he'd… thought about Vince. Things started lasting longer, with that addition to the process.

And however mentally logical he sounded explaining it, he was really just a lovesick mess who got caught up in wanting to be fucked by a blond angel of a man, and to kiss him in every way possible in return. God, this was…

At the question, Milo managed to stop hiding his face and open his eyes, though they were hazy and dark now, pupils blown very wide. He wasn't sure if looking at Vince right then was a mistake or a blessing, and he groaned and squirmed a bit in reaction. His expression was so, fuck, Milo couldn't handle this, he was dying here.

He didn't really know how he was functioning still at all. Lust, sex, they were conflicting and confusing and he needed- christ, he needed Vince to just take him already. Milo scrambled a bit to tug off his underwear, then hitch his long legs around Vincenzo, urging, wanton, pressing up against him very boldly.

Of course, his actions were accompanied by further flushed skin and dizziness, but that wasn't holding him back.

He draped his arms around Vince's neck and stared at him stubbornly. Stubborn with a side of furious blushing and shaky lower lip. "Just fuck me. This is easiest, a-and I've already gotten comfortable with the concept." That was a less embarrassing way to imply he'd fantasized about it, multiple times.

He sighed, yearning. "Ah, c-christ, Vince, c'mon… can't take this anymore, please? Please, you can have me..." He said his name a few more times after that, softer, adoring. Leaned up to kiss him again.

Milo's chest was all full of jittery excitement, little smile on his face. For a first time, this was going pretty fucking well, he noted. He was glad he hadn't done anything before this, really. It had nothing to do with Vince's experience levels, there was no shame or disgust at that, but christ, he was so happy? Anyway, out of the two of them, someone had to be the not as clueless person.

He welcomed all the attention, very warm, wet, and further trembling thanks to his garbage boyfriend. He was such a menace, and so damn smug about it, wasn't he? Good, he should be, Milo was extremely affected, intoxicated, right now. He wasn't scared, and he didn't hide his face. He kept smiling and not muffling sounds, and he looked at Vince, captivated and very in love- repeating that last fact out loud whenever he had the chance.

Anticipation caught thickly in Milo's throat, and he gazed up at Vince, openly worshipful. One of his legs was now up on the other's shoulder, the other insistently curled around his waist. Then, when he was finally properly in him, Milo's hands clutched the sheets at his sides, his toes curled, and he let out a full, longer moan.

Oh, oh god, christ, fuck! This was much, much better than expected, and he'd already been glorifying the idea of getting fucked by Vince. Milo swallowed down half-breaths, and was overwhelmed by powerful waves of pleasure that just kept coming, while heat, desperation, and sparks prickled across his skin. His usually neat hair was a mess, and so was he.

Any time he tried to say something to Vince, he promptly failed. His mouth was already open, noises being dragged out with or without his permission, but actual words were mostly wobbly and garbled. He definitely cursed, there was more pleading, 'I love you', 'darling, darling, darling', and Vince's name in a lot of different tones and drawn out ways.

With his rare, slightly more lucid attempts, he told Vince 'I'm yours', and he'd never felt like this for anyone, and that he was so, so glad. He said, with his especially lowered inhibitions, that he wanted to do this, be together, forever. He loved him. He wouldn't leave, couldn't.

And after that, he wasn't able to really speak at all again, or think straight, he just focused on getting fucking wrecked by a snarky wizard. If he got out anything eloquent at all, it was probably a request to fuck him harder. Ah, he was hopeless. It was wonderful.

Milo was so overpowered with everything happening in that moment, christ- it was like drowning, but feeling more alive than ever in the same breath. All of his senses were awake and alert, on fire. If this didn't feel so good it'd probably be too much, and although it leaned into that territory, he was embracing it to no end.

He wanted to be pushed so far that he wouldn't be able to think of anything other than Vincenzo, and that he'd have trouble standing properly tomorrow. He usually wasn't one to want those kinds of things, nowhere near it. But when it was Vince, his coolheaded mindset was thrown out the window, replaced by neediness and lust, a desire to make anything the other did to him even more obvious, rewarded. God, was that bad, gross? Because he didn't care, if it was. He didn't care at all.

The stimulation to his clit again along with Vincenzo's being inside him was a lot, and Milo felt another involuntary, full body shudder move through him while he gasped for air. He tightened his leg around the other's waist, always pulling him closer, shamelessly begging for more, deeper, please, please, please…

They both couldn't last much longer like this. Milo was louder at this point, crying out Vincenzo's name, suddenly riding out his climax while Vince was still pressing into him and getting to his own. Pure bliss rolled over him, and settled in his entire being with ease. He felt nothing but satisfaction, comfort, and an intense swell of adoration, all of which continued to linger even as he started to relax.

Milo blushed a bit at his own state, but mostly just hummed softly while being cleaned off, and then let out a long, pleased, dreamy sigh. He pulled his legs away from Vince and stretched them out, limbs weak and heavy, but somehow very light feeling at the same time. He didn't know how that worked, but he knew it was really nice. His thoughts were… surprisingly peaceful, for once. That was a rarity.

He reached up to tangle his fingers in Vince's hair when he rested on his chest, petting. He was nothing but sleepy and very, very happy. "Mm. That was good, thank you," he mumbled, then soon flushing. "I mean, way better than just good, good's an understatement, my head just isn't quite, u-um. Can't do the words thing? Fuck. You're stunning, and I'm a mess... I love it, I love you."

He stopped stumbling over himself so he could nuzzle Vince instead, kissing the top of his head and breathing in his scent. This sexual afterglow was definitely something, in terms of his heightened fae senses, and he was drinking it in, just a bit drunk.

He only gave more affection in response to Vince's concerns coming back up. He gave him a kiss on the nose, then on the lips. "Of course I will, I'm making you breakfast, and staying to insist you get lots of naps- though I'm expecting we'll both sleep in until noon, too, so that's something. Kinda big day, huh?" He paused. "I'm also going to be here because I'm your boyfriend, and I love you. I'll say it every day, if you're fine with that. We'll be okay, and together. Get some rest, Vince."

Milo would be passed out and spent the moment Vince was, and definitely sleeping until noon or later, not a single doubt about it. As he drifted off, he'd get his wish, thinking of nothing but Vincenzo and how much he loved him.

When Milo woke up again, lazy afternoon sun streaming into the room, the first thing he felt was continued affection. He grinned brightly, and made no effort to calm his aching heart.

The second feeling was a rush of embarrassment. He blushed deep red, and he tried not to squirm in reaction to their tangled limbs, and lack of any fabric past blankets around that. Christ, he'd been thoroughly fucked last night, that definitely happened. Goodbye, complete inexperience and disinterest. His skin still felt sensitive, hips a bit sore, and he was absolutely delighted. Warmth further burned on his face. Being painfully flustered yet… like this, at the same time, was… hm.

Milo gave a soft, slightly nervous laugh and hid his face by pressing it against Vincenzo's hair. He gently touched his love's face, moving his thumb across his cheek in little circles, caressing. Vince wasn't going to regret this, right? Revert to the same behavior as before, call him naive? Milo would love him either way, god, of course he would. If he hadn't been truly invested, all the way, in this person before, well. That was set for him now. He was giving everything.

He'd wanted to make them breakfast, but with Vince's repeated insecurities, Milo decided he'd make sure they were both awake first. There was no hurry, and he didn't want the first thing Vince registered to be panic. Maybe there would be a little, he didn't know, but it was hard to miss his still being here when they were this snuggled up to each other. Actually, Milo genuinely doubted he could even try to get up without disturbing Vince, in this positioning.

Milo smiled, and twirled a lock of Vince's pretty blond hair in his fingertips. "I love you," he murmured.

Milo laughed a bit, catching on to the fact that Vince had been ready to fight him. It was different this time. He ruffled his boyfriend's hair a bit, though quickly fixing it, and nodded. Vincenzo's reaction made Milo glow, and his blushing was too cute- now they were both doing it. Good, that was fair.

As Milo took in Vince rubbing his face on him, he simply thought to himself… confirmed. He's a cat. There was no going against this fact, it was far, far too obvious, no room for doubt. Pretty, nasty cat. Affectionate gay nerd. Milo leaned into Vince and gave a pleasant hum.

He flushed again, much further, at the additional attention, the sincere, serious things Vincenzo said, and the way he looked at him. He moved to rest his fingers on the other's jaw and tip his face up, kissing him fiercely, gladly. That sleepy warmth and mildness was still clinging to him by a bit, but he was also ecstatic, and that was hard not to express somehow.

He pulled back, just enough to breath and speak. "You don't have to thank me, Vince. Being here with you, like this, is just as much as a gift to me, but…" Another kiss. "I'm not going to turn down anything you say in that tone, either. No way. That would be for fools, and individuals not this weak in the knees."

"So, breakfast? Showering? What do you want to do?" Milo could always cook while Vince took a shower, of course, but other ideas were also appealing. He supposed they could also lay here for a while longer. Whatever his beloved wanted.