Unspoken Realizations [Warning:18+]

Warning: 18+, Mature and Sexual content ahead.

The room was quiet, save for the soft rhythm of their breathing, as Victor and Milo lay intertwined in the aftermath of their intimate connection. The world outside seemed distant, insignificant, as they held each other close. Victor's arm was draped around Milo, and Milo's head rested on Victor's chest, his fingers lazily tracing patterns along Victor's skin. They were wrapped in a comfortable silence, the kind that spoke volumes without words.

For a long while, neither of them moved. It felt like the world outside of this room had paused, allowing them to exist in this bubble of warmth and contentment. The soft scent of the candles still lingered in the air, mixing with the faint smell of their shared intimacy, and for a moment, Milo couldn't think of anything but the sound of Victor's heartbeat beneath his ear.

But then, as if something inside him had shifted, Milo pulled his head from Victor's chest and looked up at him, his brow furrowed in thought. There was something on his mind, something that had been bothering him for a while, and now, with the quiet vulnerability between them, he couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Victor," Milo said softly, his voice breaking the silence. "What will you do, if Mr. Henry knows about us?"

Victor's body tensed slightly, but only for a second. Then, unexpectedly, he laughed softly, the sound warm and soothing. Milo looked up at him, confused, but Victor's smile only grew wider.

"Dad already knows," Victor replied, his voice light but laced with an underlying affection. "In fact, it was because of him that I could even realize my own feelings."

Milo froze, his heart skipping a beat. He blinked in disbelief, trying to process Victor's words. His mind raced, trying to grasp the implications of what Victor was saying. "Wait... what?" Milo said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You mean... your dad knows? You've already talked about this with him?"

Victor's laugh filled the room again, a low, rich sound. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at Milo with amusement dancing in his eyes. "Yeah," he said, his tone teasing. "You're surprised, aren't you? Honestly, I was surprised, too. But it makes sense, right? Dad not the type to miss anything."

Milo's heart pounded in his chest as he processed the information. His thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion, embarrassment, and disbelief. How could Victor's dad already know? How could Victor have told him?

"But... how?" Milo stammered, still unable to fully grasp it. "How could he know? And... why didn't you tell me?"

Victor's smile softened, his gaze becoming tender. "It wasn't something I planned to tell anyone—especially you—until I understood it myself. But he's been... watching me for a while. Ever since you and I started spending more time together, he could see the changes in me. The way I looked at you. How I felt about you." Victor paused, looking at Milo with a soft, almost shy expression. "I think he saw it before I did."

Milo's heart was pounding so loudly now that it felt like it might burst. His thoughts spun in circles. "I... I can't believe it," he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. "I mean, how am I supposed to face him now? After all this?"

Victor chuckled, his fingers tracing the side of Milo's face. "You don't have to face him right now," he said gently. "And you don't have to worry about it. It'll be fine."

Milo felt his face flush a deep red, and before he could stop himself, he raised both hands to cover his face in embarrassment. "I didn't even think about it," he mumbled, his voice muffled through his palms. "How am I supposed to act in front of him now? I'm... I'm just so... nervous."

Victor's laugh was full of affection as he gently pulled Milo's hands away from his face. "You're cute when you're flustered," he teased, pressing a soft kiss to Milo's lips, catching him off guard. "Don't worry about it, okay? You don't have to face him anytime soon. And when you do, I'll be right there with you."

Milo's heart fluttered, but before he could respond, Victor pulled away and flashed him a mischievous grin. "But you know," Victor continued, his voice playful, "you don't have to be so shy, Milo. You've already stolen my heart, so why not make it obvious to everyone?"

Milo's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red as he scowled playfully at Victor. "Stop teasing me, your words will make me fall more for you." he muttered, though a small, embarrassed smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Victor vice drops to a low murmur, filled with emotion, leaning in to kiss Milo's forehead. "Then fall, Milo. Fall hard, because I promise you, I'll always be there to catch you. And if I ever drop you, you have my permission to push me off a cliff…"

Milo couldn't help but smile, though a small part of him still felt a little unsure about everything. "You're impossible," he said, but the words held no real heat. He just felt a sense of relief—Victor wasn't making a big deal out of any of this. And somehow, it made him feel better.

As they lay there, tangled in the sheets, Milo felt the weight of his worries slowly lift. The uncertainty about Mr. Henry, the fear of what it all meant—Victor had a way of making everything feel like it was going to be okay. No matter what happened, they would face it together. And that was all that mattered.

But Victor, ever the tease, wasn't done. "I can't wait for the day you finally meet him," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "He'll probably give you a hard time."

Milo groaned, burying his face in his pillow. "Victor, please. I don't need that stress right now."

Victor chuckled, pulling Milo closer again, his arms wrapping around him. "Fine, fine. I'll let you off the hook for now. But just so you know..." He paused, then kissed the back of Milo's neck, sending a shiver down his spine. "I'm so glad I found you."

Milo smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Me too," he whispered, his voice full of sincerity. "Me too."

Victor's palm slid over Milo's lips. His fingers caressed his lips erotically. "Can we go for second round?'

Milo smiled as one of his hands began to travel over victor's body. From his neck to his shoulder blades, to his chest down to his abs. Until his hands reached his waist.

"Milo" Victor sucked his breath and burying his face in the crook of Milo's neck. His breathing fastened.

Milo leaned his lips onto Victor's ear, and whispered, "You can go rough this round, Darling." Milo seductively lick Victor's earlobe and touched Victor's manhood.

Victor shut his eyes closed when he felt Milo's palm wrapping his boner.

Victor slid down to Milo's neck. Kissed and sucked every part of his neck. Victor hovered over Milo. He looks up at Milo, his eyes filled with a mis of frustration and desire. He openes his mouth and his hands coming up to guide it as he starts to suck on Milo's nipple with eager enthusiasm. "Fuck yes, Milo… You asked for rough, I might go brutal."

Milos's eyes widened. He already has an idea of what Victor intends to do and just thinking of it makes his body even hotter.

Milo's breath hitched as Victor suddenly slid down and start licking the tip of his cock. "Victor… What are you doing?" He throws his head back, a loud moan escaping his lips as Victor take his entire length down your throat. His hands tangle in Victor's hair, holding him in place. "Vic..tor! Your throat feels amazing!"

He gasp and moans loudly as Victor bob his head up and down, taking his entire length down his throat again and again. His hips buck helplessly against Victor's mouth, his hands gripping Victor's hair tightly. "Victor… I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum… pull out…"

Victor pull back before Milo could finish. Milo watches through heavy-lidded eyes at him. "You're… enjoying torturing me, aren't you…?" 

Victor smirked "You asked for rough baby… and i said I'll go brutal." Victor stroke his own manhood and slid up to bring near Milo's face.. "My turn baby." He shoved his boner in MIlo's mouth and fucked Milo's mouth. His control snaps, and he fuck Milo's mouth more harder when he felt his realease near. His entire load shooting down Milo's throat as he grunts and screams. "FUCK! MILO! BABY SWALLOW IT ALL! SWALLOW MY FUCKING CUM!"

He slowly release his grip on MIlo's hair as the last spurts of his release dribble into MIlo's mouth. Breathing heavily, he looks down at MIlo with a satisfied but slightly guilty expression. "I'm sorry Milo. Are you okay? You just felt too good… so i couldn't stopped."

Milo nodded with a smile. "I'm okay."

"Can I continue?" Victor asked Milo while kissing his neck. Before Milo could replied "Mmmm.." Milo moaned as Victor slowly inserted his two fingers into his back hole.

Milo's eyes closed and he was breathing fast. His mouth was slightly gaping. He could hear the noise made by Victor's finger coming in and out of its asshole and he could not deny that the noise affected him.

"Victor, I need you now, Please." Milo said with his trembling voice.

Victor quickly rises, and grasps Milo's hips, pulling him forward. He sees the tears of pleasure in Milo's eyes and it makes his heart swell with male pride and affection. He leans down to capture his lips in a searing kiss as he positions himself at MIlo's back entrance. "I need you too, Milo… more than anything."

Victor pushes milo's legs apart, spreading them wide as he holds his waist. He looks into Milo's eyes, his own dark with intensity, before he thrusts his thick, hard length deep into Milo's soaked asshole in one powerful stroke. "Fuck, Baby… you're so tight."

Milo gasp and throws his head back as he felt Victors cock inside his hole. Victor peppered soft kisses along his collarbone. He slowly withdraws until just the tip remains inside, then pushes back in, starting a gentle rhythm. He keeps his thrusts shallow and controlled, allowing Milo's walls to stretch and accommodate him. 

"Mmmm, It feels good." Milo said witha hoarse voice with muffled moans. The sound of their wet flesh slapping against flesh filling the room along with his moans and his guttural grunts.

Victor growls possessively, his hands gripping Milo's bottom tightly as he lifts him slightly, altering the angle and pushing even deeper. "It's supposed to feel good, baby… Come for me… show me you can take all of me." HIs voice was hoarse, his breath hot against Milo's ear.

His thrusts slow and deep, allowing to savor the intimate connection. "You're so beautiful like this, Milo. Lost in pleasure, trusting me with your body." He leans down, capturing his lips ina sensual kiss as his hips continue their steady rhythm. 

"I want to trust you with my soul, you can have me all." Milo whisper in between kiss while looking straight to Victor's eyes with love.

Victor's heart skips a beat at Milo's words, and he wraps his around him, holding him close as he continues to move within him. He whispers against milo's lips, his breath hot and urgent. "Say it again.. tell me I can have you all."

"You can have me all, darling." Milo's single sentence made victor swelled up his manhood inside Milo. "Then take my soul in return, baby." He breathes, his voice thick with emotion. His thrusts become urgent, chasing his release.

His eyes roll back in ecstasy as he feels Milo's tightness clench around him. "MILO!" He roars, his hips jerking as he pours his realese into MIlo's as well as Milo's quirting drench the sheets., marking him as his in every way possible.

"I love you, Baby." Victor whispered while burying his face on Milo's neck. "I love you too, Darling." Milo replied with a smile while panting heavily.

And as the moment stretched on, the heavy panting sounds slowly faded into comfortable silence once again. They didn't need words to know that this moment—this connection—was everything. For now, that was enough. And they both drifted into sleep.