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Oz had always been helplessly attracted to Milo from the minute he first saw them. Luckily for Oz, the reaper had fallen head over heels for him as well, but even when they had been so obviously flirting and even when Milo had started making out with him in the cafeteria Oz couldn’t have imagined himself in the position he was in now.
Even when they had discussed sex (and Oz had happily agreed to do anything they wanted so long as the color system was in place, who was he to deny a surprise), he still couldn't have imagined himself here. Not that he was complaining in the slightest.
He couldn't move his hands, they were stretched out helplessly above him and tied to the bed frame, his bare chest exposed. All of him exposed, in fact, laid out on his back on Milo’s bed on full display. Completely at Milo’s mercy.
He’d been on the bed for a bit, after Milo had tied him up with a rather smug expression on their face the whole time, hands brushing across his skin and chest time and time again, teasing. Oz had felt like he was melting, his heart pounding, throat dry.
But now Milo wasn’t paying any attention to him. Instead, they were sitting in a bean bag across the room on thier phone, and Oz was getting more and more desperate. Just the embarrassment of the fact that he was tied up completely exposed in the person’s room that he was desperately attracted to, that the person was literally feet away from him, was turning him on.
He was too self-conscious to even try to rub his legs together to get some friction, the knowledge that Milo was right there stopped him in embarrassment … but even then he could almost imagine Milo’s piercing eyes watching him intently as he desperately tried to get himself off, the reaper sitting casually in front of him, quietly encouraging him to continue like the good boy that he was. The idea sent a twinge of heat down his spine and straight to his dick. He whimpered and couldn’t help but squirm just a little.
He figured Milo had other plans for their first time today.
Milo let out a sigh from the other side of the room. “Awww you getting worked up baby? You’re already half hard and I haven’t even been touching you, darling.”
Oz let out a little whine and writhed against the rope. He wanted to touch himself so bad if Milo wasn't going to.
The reaper shuffled across the room, currently wearing only tight, very short shorts. Oz froze as he took in Milo's toned form, smooth grey and while skin, absolutely perfect, he wanted them to do so many things to him then and there. Oz's breath quickened and he could tell by the heat spreading across his body he was blushing a deep shade of maroon.
Milo's eyes raked over all of him, a hand firm on his jaw, forcing eye contact. He tried to bring his legs together in slight shame but Milo, quick as lighting, reached a hand to his thigh and pried it away from the other, hand dragging slowly towards ozs crotch as he did so. Ozs wiggled his hips side to side, trying to keep from grinding against the air, already fucking desperate at a single touch.
"You're gonna be my pet, darling. I'm going to use you until you can't walk anymore and there's nothing you can do about it except take it." A hand threaded through ozs hair, suddenly jerking his head back and being caught in a deep kiss, and oz squeaked. Milo's hot, very long tongue working its way into his mouth and claiming him.
The other hand palmed slowly down his chest, towards his crotch, pressing down hard when they reached his tentacle like cock, causing oz to cry out in surprise. Milo chuckled. "Too much darling?" The pressure wasn't letting up, Oz squirmed and struggled and his hips started grinding against the pressure against his will, he needed it so bad.
"Milo please- Oz gasped. Milo didn't say anything, but the side of their mouth turned up in a grin they chuckled a little. Oz felt the pressure intensify so suddenly and oh something had started vibrating they had a vibrator-
Milo pressed just a little harder, shoving the toy against Oz's cock. Oz cried out in shock, he didn't know whether to grind against it or try and get away, waves of pleasure overwhelming him. "Just a second- Milo - it hurts- please Milo it's too much - AH I-" Oz babbled, his legs kicking out, writhing, struggling against the searing borderline painful heat.
"Shhh baby I know, let it happen," Milo purred. "You're doing so well."
The vibration got stronger. Oz sobbed, straining against the ropes, not able to catch his breath, begging hysterically, "GODS fuck Milo please too much please please let me please Milo-"
Milo was watching him so intently, drinking up every reaction, their eyes drifting over every part of Oz's straining body, and
Click.
The vibrator went up another level, and oz felt himself come undone. "There you go, there you go baby." Milo whispered gently. Oz choked, his mouth open in a silent scream, unable to speak. It hurt so good.