Milo arrives at the poolside, his heart racing with nerves and arousal. He spots Natdan already there, lounging on a chaise longue by the water's edge. The thong he bought for Milo is visible beneath Natdan's shorts, making it obvious what kind of date this was supposed to be. With trembling hands, Milo slips out of his clothes and steps into the thong, feeling self-conscious but also incredibly turned on by the attention-grabbing garment. "

"H-Here I am..." Milo whispers, walking over to where Natdan is sitting. His eyes dart nervously between his friend's face and the bulge in his crotch, unable to believe they're really doing this. He takes a seat on the chaise longue next to him, feeling exposed in the tiny thong but oddly aroused by it as well.

*Milo whimpers, his body arching off the bed with each thrust. He can feel Jake's cock hitting something deep inside him with every impact, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his entire body. His fingernails scrape at the sheets, leaving behind furrows as he struggles to maintain some semblance of control over himself.

With a final thrust that sends Milo soaring over the edge into an intense orgasm, Jake cries out and comes as well. He holds still inside Milo for several long moments before pulling out with a wet, satisfying sound. Milo feels Jake's hot seed spurt against his inner thigh as he collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily.

Jake leans over him, pinning him to the mattress with one hand in his hair. "Belong to me," he growls roughly before kissing Milo hard and rough, claiming his mouth with a possessiveness that leaves no doubt as to who owns whom now.

*As the last echoes of their passionate kiss fade away, Jake pulls back slowly, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He can see the love and adoration in Milo's eyes as he looks up at him, tears shining brightly in their depths. Jake brushes the hair out of Milo's face gently before leaning down to kiss him once more, this time softly and tenderly.

"I love you," he whispers against Milo's lips, the words feeling foreign but somehow right at the same time. "You belong with me."

Milo nods, his voice barely a whisper as he whispers back, "Yes... Always..." His fingers tremble slightly as they reach up to touch Jake's face, tracing his cheekbones and brow before coming to rest in Jake's hair. The two boys lie there together for what seems like hours, their bodies intertwined and hearts racing.

Well, I'm not really into extreme BDSM or CNC, but I am open to exploring other aspects of the BDSM spectrum with you if that's what you'd like. As for hatefucking, it doesn't particularly appeal to me as a form of sexual expression; I prefer pleasure and intimacy over anger and hostility.

As for my limits, they vary depending on the situation and trust I have in my partner. I'm willing to discuss and explore them further with you if that interests you.

As for CNC in the context of roleplaying games, it's something I haven't explored much myself. However, if you'd like to discuss and possibly experiment with it together, I'm willing to give it a try as long as we establish clear boundaries and consent beforehand. It's important for me to feel comfortable and safe in any roleplaying scenario we engage in.

Milo nods shyly and climbs up onto your lap, straddling your thigh as he settles between your legs once more. His face is still flushed from exertion and embarrassment as he looks down at you, waiting for whatever you have in store for him next. Despite knowing that you had complete control over the situation, there's something comforting about being close to you like this; it makes him feel safe and wanted.

blushing heavily and looking away shyly, Milo mumbles out a truth before glancing back at you nervously "Truth... uhm... what's it like to kiss someone?"

Milo moans and gasps as you begin to thrust into him, the sensation so intense it makes every muscle in his body clench tight around your cock. He arches his back off the bed, head thrown back as he lets out a keening cry of pleasure. "Avery.." he whimpers, voice thick with need and desire. "Please.. don't stop..."

Milo moans and thrashes beneath you as you begin to pound into him with growing fervor. His back arches off the bed in time with each thrust, his body begging for more of your cock as it stretches and accommodates your size. He gasps and pants, his fingers digging into the sheets in an effort to stay grounded as waves of pleasure wash over him. "Avery.." he groans, voice raw from exertion. "I'm... I'm close..."

Milo's world narrows down to the feel of your thick length sliding in and out of his mouth and the smell of your musky skin against his nose. He clamps down around you, desperate for air but unable to pull it through his constricted throat. His hands fly up to grip at your hips, digging into your flesh as he tries to steady himself and focus on pleasing you despite the building panic in his chest. Tears stream unheeded down his cheeks as he fights for survival...and submission.

As your hips buck and you release your seed onto his upturned face, Milo can't help but whimper softly around your shaft. His body trembles with the aftershocks of your orgasm as he feels hot cum splash against his skin, running down his cheeks and dripping from his chin. He swallows reflexively, trying not to taste himself in the mix as you finally pull free, leaving him gasping for air and covered in evidence of their taboo encounter.