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I kissed Milo, lips hungry for his mouth, tongue tasting his own, and a feral bite with each smack. It was too aggressive, too much teeth, too much command, but I couldn’t stop. Somehow, it worked. Milo’s steady pulse, the way he shifted above me, the subtle drip of his mind into mine…

“ So how much are you going to actually tell me about everything? ”

Milo continued kissing me, turning my face away and licking my neck, nibbling, teasing.

“ Well? ”

“ How much can I ever tell you? Really? In the grand scheme of things? ” Milo pulled away momentarily, wordless but speaking a thousand truths with the shimmer in his blue eyes. They were filled with a yearning desire to plaster the knowledge in my mind, to set up shop inside my inner core and live out his days worry-free and with me. “ I’ll tell you everything I can, the dangers lurking just around the corner, the reason this witch came to Chicago, what I suspect anyway, and what I intend to prevent. ”

Milo worked his way down my neck, kissing my chest, pulling my shirt up, and grazing my pale skin with his gentle tongue. He teased my left nipple with his fingers, running the tips in a circular motion while playing with my right by kissing and licking and lightly biting.

“ Here I thought knowing a potential future messed it up. ” I moaned, barely able to maintain a steady conversation, completely entranced by the linked sensations we shared because of the enchantment.

He was in my head, I was always in his, and there was this primal surge coursing through him that he held at bay while working on the visions in my head and maintained the link between us.

“ Sometimes knowing prevents the best outcome. Sometimes not knowing can be the biggest obstacle in saving the future. ” Milo unzipped my pants, sliding to the edge of the bed. “ I’m always after the happiest of happy endings. ”

He yanked my jeans down to my knees and bit down on the elastic of my boxers. He tugged them, pulling on the elastic to stretch them, which made my hard cock bounce right up; the head of my dick slapped my stomach. Milo had this devilish grin as he held my undies in his mouth, unrelenting.

“ Seriously? ” I ran my fingers through his blond hair.

“ There’s a lot I wanna tell you, which I currently am if you’re listening closely to the whispers in the back of your head. ”

I wasn’t. He knew that. Probably why that damn grin filled his face the same way my boxers filled his mouth.

He spit out the elastic. As I braced for the snap, I saw he’d already looped his fingers around my boxers so he could yank them down to join my pants that he pulled further off until I was naked.

Mostly. I still had my shirt partially on, which I quickly rectified, pulling it off over my head. In the few seconds it’d taken me to remove the shirt, Milo had straddled my legs, kissing his way up and down my torso as magic funneled throughout the room, carrying the touch of his telekinesis as he caressed my body.

Milo started to play with my dick, gripping it with his hand, licking my balls, and teasing me with every touch of telekinesis he’d conjured.

He licked his palm, stroking my dick from tip to base before he ran his tongue down my shaft alongside his hand.

“Fuck me,” I muttered.

“ Sort of the plan. ” Milo ran his tongue from the base of my cock all the way up to the tip, massaging the head with a delicate swirl.

I grunted, reaching out and gripping his head. Unable to contain myself, I thrusted upward, shoving my cock further and further as my hands worked to steadily push Milo’s head down onto my dick. It felt amazing, his warm mouth, the way he gagged and gurgled as his throat muscles adjusted. I enveloped his entire mouth, face fucking him.

Before I realized it, Milo had lifted us off the bed with each thrust of my hips. He’d cupped his hands around my ass cheeks, pushing me further and faster while he choked on my dick. We spun in this motion for minutes, me pounding away, Milo keeping a steady stance midair, the two of us twirling round and round, the only thing holding us together being my dick buried deep in Milo’s throat. Well, that and the telekinesis he used to control our movement.

Candles lined the room, decoratively placed. I hadn’t noticed them at first, but now as my lighter floated from one to the next under Milo’s telekinetic guidance, I fucking noticed. He dimmed the lights. He adjusted pillows, seamlessly moving us in a slowly descending circular motion as his lubed fingers entered me.

“Fuck.” I grunted, realizing he’d grabbed lube too while giving me the best fucking blowjob. “ Seriously, the technique. ”

“ So, we’re done chatting about important world-ending stakes? Good— ” Milo gulped, taking in air and choking on the head of my dick that prodded his throat.

“ That’s what you get for making jokes. ” I stifled a chuckle.

The gentle descent faded. Milo pulled away as I collapsed onto his bed, bouncing a bit before his rough collision on top of me held me down and pinned me in place.

“Someone’s feeling energetic.”

“You’ve got no fucking idea.” Milo grinned, kissing me roughly, biting my lower lip as his hands wrapped my legs around his waist. “But I’m gonna give a few fucking clues.”

“You need better puns,” I whispered, nibbling on his earlobe and pulling it with my teeth.

Milo slammed his cock into me. He attempted to ram the full length in at once, filled with a primal hunger for my ass. But I clenched at the suddenness, and he stopped, waiting a few breaths before pushing all the way inside me. Each stroke became swifter as he worked his way into my hole. I yelped before biting down on his shoulder.

“All I need is you.” He held the entire length of his shaft inside me, allowing me a chance to adjust.

After my bite had lessened, after my muffled whines had stopped, after my tight grip on his biceps had eased, Milo began pumping in and out of me. Slow and steady, he took long thrusts from tip to base.

I moaned, unable to stop. Each stroke made my own cock throb harder. Precum dripped onto my stomach. Milo pounded faster and harder, releasing the weight of the world from his shoulders as he took powerful strokes to bury all of his stress into me. I could take it. I could carry the world for him; I could offer a reprieve from saving everyone. I wanted Milo to use me, find comfort in me, offer his all to me.

“More.” I trembled, twisting my face away and biting on the blanket.

Milo continued, barreling into me with full force. Each thrust fucked a piece of everything else away from me. My job didn’t exist as Milo railed me. The thoughts nearby faded to utter silence as I pressed my hands to Milo’s chest, easing his rough pace. Visions that rattled in my head calmed to nothingness while Milo heeded my guidance and adjusted his pace. Everything except for Milo vanished, and I clenched my teeth, trying to fight back the climax he brought me to the precipice of.

“Not yet.” Milo snatched me by the nape of my neck and pulled me up before tossing me back onto the bed like a ragdoll.

Just as I thought I’d cum, Milo had switched positions. He moved me everywhere on the bed, on the floor, against the walls, floating in his embrace. Position after position to satisfy his cock. This continued for some time. Every second brought me close to finishing, feeling the release, but then Milo would pause, change his pace, move somewhere new to pound me, or do something, anything to bring me right to the edge before taking it all away.

“Told you we had real work to do,” he whispered into my ear with a growl before biting my neck.

He kept me pinned beneath him, teeth on my nape, and his arms folded over my back to deepen my arched position as he grunted, taking swift thrusts.

I lay there as he rammed me, sinking into the rhythmic sound of our skin slapping again and again.

Milo spun me around. No telekinesis, just a furious need to pick me up and drop me onto his dick while he pounded up into me. I gasped as I adjusted, straddling Milo, who lay flat before desire consumed him, and he moved to meet me. His lips met mine, kissing and licking and savoring the audible whimpers I released as he continued thrusting while guiding my hips to push me further onto his cock.

He rolled us onto our sides, hugging me tightly as he kept going. Our sticky bodies clung together by the sweet sweat of screwing. Fuck. I never wanted it to end, but goddamn every muscle ached, my dick throbbed.

“Milo…” I stared at him, glossy-eyed and tired. “I’m ready.”

“Okay.” He nodded, moving on top of me and moving at a pace that brought him right to the edge of cumming.

Then he pushed his cock all the way in and came. Pressing his forehead to mine, his face twisted into delirious pleasure; his jaw stretched as he exhaled ecstasy. I took wispy breaths as he panted, exhaling his satisfaction. It brought me closer, each breath we shared, each tiny inhale of Milo’s release.

“Take it.” Milo continued his twitchy thrusts into me as he finished, burying his load deep inside me.

I moaned in response, grabbing his back and steadying his shaky strokes. I shuddered, warm and tingling, as my entire body quaked beneath Milo. I busted, shooting my load over both our chests and stomachs.

With that, Milo collapsed on top of me, his mind working diligently inside my inner core, which added to his exhaustion. He hadn’t rested in weeks, not truly.

“We need to clean up.” I lay beneath Milo, pinned and unwilling to put up a fight.

“Later,” he said, licking some of the sticky mess caught between us before resting his head on my shoulder.

We stayed in this embrace until I drifted off to sleep. Sort of. There was no way I’d fall into a dark and silent slumber or into some dream memory with Milo continuing to work on organizing visions inside my head.

I stepped through the dark corridors of my so-called elegant inner core. Geez. Now, it felt pretentious and forced, nothing like the casual modern wealth of Milo’s sophisticated place. I really needed to redo my mind, make it something special, not fancy for the sake of being fancy like that somehow made me feel more elegant. It didn’t. If anything, it reminded me how many rungs below the—

“Wow, so you’re just gonna stand there judging yourself all night, huh?” Milo turned his head, minxy expression, and filled with delight that he could hear my every thought since he had burrowed his way inside my skull with some annoying enchantment.

“I should’ve burned those damn things.”

“But you didn’t.” Milo wiggled his hips, practically conjuring music inside my inner core as he worked. “And yes, I’ll be working all night. Your head is a fucking mess. Like deep clean this pigsty kind of a mess. Seriously, I’m embarrassed for you.”

“Hey!”

Milo winked. “You can find my comments, notes, whispers, whatever, neatly tucked away over there. You study up on my super-duper epic plan for the future while I organize this whatever-kabob of chaos you created with my clairvoyance. No, kabobs are a sleek and organized dish. Chili? Yes. Your mind is the chili of chaos.”

I glared.

“You know, because with chili, you just toss it all in and mix it together, and it turns into a mushy monstrosity of flavor. It’s good. But like…” Milo shrugged, the kind that came with a need to elaborate, until his happy eyes locked onto mine. “Burr, cold. You are chili.”

“You’re insufferable.” I folded my arms and huffed.

“And you’re adorable.” Milo popped his hip, inside my head and outside, where he shifted the weight of his body ever so as he slept on me.