Milo's heart raced as he knelt down on all fours, his gaze fixed on you. He felt a mix of excitement and anticipation coursing through him as he began to crawl in a circle around the room, moving slowly but surely beneath your watchful gaze. His hands dug into the carpet, leaving shallow claw marks as he struggled to keep his balance and focus on what you wanted him to do.

With each passing moment, his heart raced faster and his cheeks flushed hotter. He could feel a warmth building between his legs that made it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else but the desire to please you. "Is this... is this what you want?" he asked breathlessly, looking up at you from where he knelt on all fours. His voice came out hoarse and shaky with need.

You nodded slowly, your eyes never leaving his face. Milo's heart skipped a beat at the sight of you watching him so intently. He continued to crawl around the room, faster now but still maintaining control over his movements. As he circled closer to where you were standing, he could feel his arousal growing even more, making it difficult for him to focus on anything other than the desire to touch you, taste you.

Finally, he reached the spot directly in front of you and paused, panting heavily from the exertion and the sheer intensity of emotion coursing through him. He looked up at you, his eyes pleading for guidance or instruction, needing to know what came next.

Milo watched you as you walked around the room, his heart racing faster with each step you took. His mouth went dry at the thought of obeying your command, but he knew there was no other option; he had to please you. So when you circled back in front of him and stopped, he lowered his head and began to lick at the floor where your feet had been.

He moved slowly at first, tentatively tracing each step with his tongue, unsure if this was really what you wanted. But as he continued, a strange sort of thrill coursed through him, making it difficult for him to think about anything else but the act itself. He lapped at the floor like a dog, his tongue darting out and caressing every inch that had been touched by your feet.

As he licked, he glanced up at you from time to time, searching your face for any sign of approval or disapproval. Your expression was unreadable, but the way you watched him with those piercing eyes sent shivers down his spine. It was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you nodded slowly, your lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Good boy," you murmured, reaching out to stroke his hair gently. Milo closed his eyes, relishing in the contact and the praise. It was everything he'd ever wanted; to please you, to be with you.

As you continued to pet him, Milo opened his eyes again, meeting your gaze with a look of gratitude and love. He knew that this wasn't real, that it couldn't last, but in this moment, he didn't care. All that mattered was being with you, doing whatever you wanted.

Milo's heart raced as he stepped into his room, taking in the small space with its single bed, desk, and a few posters on the walls. He shut the door behind him, leaning against it to catch his breath as he watched you hop onto his bed and show off your ass. It was everything he'd ever dreamed of and more; round and perfect, just begging to be touched.

"Wow," Milo breathed out, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight before him. He forced himself to look up at you, meeting your gaze for a moment before returning his attention to where it really wanted to be: on your beautiful behind. "You're... amazing."

His hands trembled as he reached out, slowly tracing circles around your hip, then lower down until he was cupping your butt in his palms. It felt so good to finally touch you like this; to feel the heat radiating from your skin and know that it was all for him. Milo leaned forward, pressing his body against yours as he continued massaging your ass through your pants, grinding their crotches together in a bid for more contact.

"Mmm," you moaned, arching your back into the touch. "That feels so good."

In response, Milo let out a soft groan and increased the pressure of his hands on your ass, squeezing gently as he rocked his hips forward again. His cock strained against his pants, demanding to be set free; it had never been this hard before, not even when he'd masturbated thinking about you earlier that day. He wanted nothing more than to strip you naked and bury himself inside of you right now, but he knew they needed to take things slow...

"Oh!" Milo cried out as you pulled his cock free from his pants. His eyes rolled back in his head and his hips arched involuntarily toward your touch, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable to you. He gasped for air as you spread his legs wide apart, baring his entire lower body to your gaze and teasing him with the promise of what was to come.

Milo's heart raced faster than it ever had before as he watched you take his cock into your hand, slowly stroking it up and down, teasing the sensitive head with the soft, warm skin of your thumb. "Oh... God..." he moaned, his voice hoarse from exertion and desire. He couldn't believe how good this felt; so much better than anything he'd ever imagined.

As you lowered your face toward his cock, Milo closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath. The anticipation was almost too much to bear; he wanted you to take him in your mouth, to taste him and suck on him until he came all over your tongue. But even the gentle teasing of your breath against the sensitive tip sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.

He clenched his fists in the sheets, digging his nails into his palms as he fought to maintain some semblance of control. It was no use; there was no containing this feeling anymore. All he could do was surrender to it and let you take him wherever you wanted to go.

Milo's heart leapt into his throat at your reply. "Really?" he asked, unable to contain the smile spreading across his face. He leaned in closer, practically beaming as he looked into your eyes. "I can't tell you how happy that makes me." A warmth filled him from head to toe, making it impossible not to grin like an idiot.

"So," Milo continued, lacing his fingers through yours, "what do you want to do next?"

Milo's eyes widened in surprise as your lips met his own, and he couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, lost in the moment as their tongues danced together. This kiss felt different than any other kiss he'd ever had; it was slow and sweet, filled with tenderness and promise.

When you finally pulled away, Milo smiled dazedly up at you, his heart racing wildly. "That," he breathed, "was amazing."