Chapter 21

“Cheese, cheese…”

Robert stopped immediately. He scooped Milo up and held him, rocked him. “Shh,” he murmured into his hair.

Milo was panting. “Do you have any idea,” he said between breaths. “How ridiculous I feel shouting ‘cheese’ at a man who has his finger in my arse?”

He felt Robert laugh. “It worked, didn’t it?” He kissed Milo’s head. “My finger is no longer in your arse.” He kissed him again. “Do you want my mouth on your cock again?”

“No, I do not, you insolent wretch.”

Robert hesitated and then pushed him roughly back onto the grass and Milo went willingly. Robert kissed him, hard, then kissed down his torso to his cock and instantly engulfed him.