Salvatore stayed still for a moment, catching his breath against Milo's neck. Then he pulled back slightly, one hand sliding down between them, and Milo's whole body jolted at the touch.
"M-master—"
"Shh. Let me take care of you," Salvatore murmured, his voice rough but steady.
Milo's hands gripped his arms again, nails digging in as his hips moved on instinct. It didn't take long.
Salvatore knew exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure to use, and within moments Milo was crying out, his back arching one final time before he went completely limp against the sheets, chest heaving.
Salvatore watched him for a second, something soft passing over his face, before he leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to Milo's forehead.
"Good boy," he said quietly.
Milo could only manage a weak hum in response, his eyes half-closed, his body still trembling faintly from the aftershocks.
