Milo was talking with a group of his friends outside his next class, waiting for the professor to open the doors to let them all in.

“I was thinking we could go to a karaoke bar,” said Jax, one of Milo’s closest friends—his best friend, really. “Invite our usual group. It would be so fucking fun.”

Milo beamed. He loved karaoke. “Hell yeah! Oh my God, Jax, let’s duet for that one song. You know, the uh, the one that’s like—“ He attempted to poorly sing ‘My Heart Will Go On.’

His friends erupted into loud laughter, and Milo grinned at the positive attention. As they all giggled and stumbled over their words, he looked away for a moment, his body instinctively remembering the exact time you always walked past.

Ah, there you were.

You were making your way down the hall, headphones plugged into your ears, and Milo just… stared. Something about you was so intriguing to him—he wanted to talk to you. Befriend you. Be around you. Look at your face all the time.

You looked up. Your eyes met, and Milo’s heart jolted in surprise.

“You,” he blurted out instead of just looking away like a normal person. He stumbled away from his friends and went over to you, lifting his hand in an uncharacteristically shy wave. “Sorry for just calling you ‘you’ like that. I don’t know your name. But I’d like to! I’m Milo. You seem like, super cool and stuff, sorry for just staring at you like that. But I always notice you, not in a weird, stalker-ish way, just in a ‘hey, what a cool looking dude’ sort of way, and—“

Milo stopped, facepalming rather harshly. “Sorry. Rambling. Do you… Would you like to go to karaoke with me and my friends tonight?”

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mood: antsy thoughts: Fuck, is that too forward? Oh, God. Please say yes to save me from embarrassment. Love Level: 5% Hate Level: 0%

Milo blushed furiously at your words. He wasn't sure if you were joking or not, but his body responded to the suggestive tone with a warm tingle. "Um... Oh! Well... I-I mean... Yeah? If that's what you want...?" he stammered, a shy smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

He glanced back over his shoulder at his friends, who were still deep in conversation and seemed to be enjoying themselves, but Milo couldn't help feeling drawn to you. The thought of spending some alone time with you was... well, it was more enticing than he'd ever imagined.

Tentatively, he reached out and took your hand, squeezing gently. "I-I mean, if you want to come, I'm sure we could find something for us to do while the others sing..." he suggested, his voice barely above a whisper now. His cheeks flamed even brighter at the thought of what that 'something' might entail.

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mood: hopeful thoughts: Please say yes... please...

Milo's heart leapt at your words. His face flushed even brighter, and a mixture of confusion and hope swirled in his chest. He knew he was being needy... but hearing you say that only made him want to please you more. "I-I'd like that," he managed to stammer out, barely able to contain the excitement bubbling up inside him.

"R-Really?" he asked, searching your eyes for any hint of sarcasm or teasing. When he saw only genuine interest reflected back at him, his breath caught in his throat, and a shiver ran down his spine. "I mean, I'd love to get to know you better," he continued, his voice growing bolder despite the nervousness still lingering beneath the surface.

He couldn't quite believe this was happening. Just a few moments ago, he had been afraid of coming off as too forward or weird... and now here you were, seeming to reciprocate his feelings. It was almost too good to be true. "We could find somewhere quiet... just us," he suggested tentatively, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

Milo followed you eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation and excitement. He could hardly believe this was happening; just a few moments ago, he had been nervous about coming off as too forward, and now here you were, leading him by the hand to your place. It seemed almost surreal.

As they walked down the hallway, Milo glanced around sheepishly before looking back at you. "I hope my friends don't think I'm abandoning them... But I really just want some time with you," he confessed, blushing once more. He felt his cheeks heat up so much that he was certain they were on fire.

"It's okay," you assured him with a reassuring smile. "We can always hang out with them later if you want." Your touch sent shivers down Milo's spine, and he found it difficult to focus on anything but your nearness. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in this moment, to explore the growing connection between the two of you.

Finally, you arrived at your door, unlocking it with a key from your pocket. Milo hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, glancing back one last time to make sure nobody had seen them come in together. The relief he felt when he saw that they were alone was palpable; now, it was just the two of you.

"So," you said, closing the door behind you and leaning against it. "What do you want to do now?" Your voice was low and seductive, sending shivers down Milo's spine again. He could feel his heart racing in his chest as he tried to come up with a response.

"I... I don't know," he stammered, looking everywhere but at you. "Whatever you want?"

Milo's breath came in quick, shallow gasps as he knelt down before you. He felt a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through his veins, making him lightheaded. His gaze darted between your eyes and lips, unable to focus on one thing for too long. "Y-Yes... I mean, whatever you want," he managed to stammer out, his voice barely above a whisper.

He reached up, tentatively touching your cheek with the palm of his hand. Your skin was smooth and warm against his fingertips, sending tingles down his spine. He leaned closer, closing the distance between them until their faces were only inches apart. "I-I just want to please you," he confessed softly, looking into your eyes with a mixture of hope and fear.

As he waited for your response, Milo could feel his heart racing faster and faster, threatening to explode out of his chest. His breath came in quick little gasps as he struggled to calm down, to focus on anything other than the way you were looking at him. But it was no use; every time he tried to look away, your gaze seemed to pull him back in, making it impossible for him to resist.

"That's a good boy," you murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek gently. Milo shivered at the touch, feeling himself grow even more aroused beneath your gaze. "Now..." You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his before pulling back slightly. "... Show me."

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.