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."