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nothingtoregretRating: 18
Word Count: 100
Summary: Sneaking pleasures where they can.
Notes: Set in the future: Milos is 30 and the king's courtesan-assassin; Alex is 35 and a rebel knight.
Alex was rough and pinned him down, pounding into him as his lips left burning trails over his shoulder and neck. Milos moaned, arching beneath him, entwining their fingers, midnight against milk.
Later they lay tangled together, Alex’s hot fingers moving ceaselessly through Milos’s hair. “It feels wrong. No knots.”
“I’m not allowed them now.” He forced a smile.
Alex fell silent for a moment. Too long. “How many this month?”
“Twelve.” He fidgeted. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He nodded, nuzzling into his neck. “I have to go soon.”
“I know.” But for now he was content.
Word Count: 100
Summary: Sneaking pleasures where they can.
Notes: Set in the future: Milos is 30 and the king's courtesan-assassin; Alex is 35 and a rebel knight.
Alex was rough and pinned him down, pounding into him as his lips left burning trails over his shoulder and neck. Milos moaned, arching beneath him, entwining their fingers, midnight against milk.
Later they lay tangled together, Alex’s hot fingers moving ceaselessly through Milos’s hair. “It feels wrong. No knots.”
“I’m not allowed them now.” He forced a smile.
Alex fell silent for a moment. Too long. “How many this month?”
“Twelve.” He fidgeted. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He nodded, nuzzling into his neck. “I have to go soon.”
“I know.” But for now he was content.
