☆ ~ 𝓦𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒪𝒻 ℒ𝒾𝒻𝑒 - Milex Fanfic ~ ☆ [+18]

44.- Two Soaked

A remote and quiet place will witness that conversation and preconceived action.

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Alex & Miles on the way to the park (Continued)

Alex
Miles saw how surprised he was. He told how he managed to find the stop of this place, confessing the occurrence of bringing me there that night. Several years ago, he was walking with Jay Sharrock and had great ambition for the road to the park where we were now. He promised not to stop visiting him for the second time, but in the company of his band partner. That moment had arrived because standing there was the strangest thing about that particular night.

"I thought we might come," he smiled Knowle."Yes, sure."Ah, what's mean that?""I...—As always, will it be with so little expressiveness? "I don't usually use idealism as part of my day..."Right. What about your compositions?"

He took my little attention to those who, for me, did not become dreamy moments as they are for him. He may have assumed my lack of interest. He was absolutely right, as always. Miles never fails at the time of throw, he hits right in the center point by making the dart hit perfectly on the target.My voice remained motionless for a few seconds before responding. My eyelids were responsible for opening and closing repeatedly.

"I think Mr. Sharrock should have looked deeply at this site, it's... Reassuring, it is.

Upon hearing me, she made an expressive sighting, and that did not avoid my sleepy sentimentality, making her wake up suddenly. 

We traveled for fifteen minutes to get out of the taxi and enter the gigantic landscape full of nature, an excess of flowers that were full of different sculptures. Perhaps it was something unusual. A park with a massive pool that reflected some flashes of lights of different shades that, from one end to the other, splashed immense jets of water through some nearby holes. In its surroundings, six striking statues of different dimensions pointed to us. The moonlight hit us head-on next to the warm breeze, giving the perfect touch for an expected intimate night.
He felt too willing to express his romantic side with me. There was absolutely no one who could think of finding two boys hiding in such a place in those hours of the night. All quite serene, although upstart, to tell the truth. While he asked me what was the right place to establish a conversation, I tried to investigate every corner with a single objective; Feel comfort. 

That was impossible. That night, Miles' fragrance spread super humanly all around. Perhaps his perfume was calling my surreptitious desires again. I watched side by side, almost as if looking for something that I know, did not exist, and he, with passionate eyes, gently dictated how attractive I looked in the outfit I chose for that occasion. It turned out to be a spell the case of always dressing suitably perfect on our birthday. Or the right splice of our looks and actions that fate wanted to show us.

However, my gaze remained fixed on one side. Sensuality intermingled with the solitude of the site and fire germinated among us. It is undeniable to recognize that the fact of being there, ignited the engines in an over way. I didn't mean to make him notice, and that didn't matter in seconds, there was no alternative but this because I didn't put up any resistance. Miles watched and said my lips were hungry, and if I continued to stare at him that way, he wouldn't respond to his greedy urges to reach out to me and bite mine ecstatically.
He was babbling some other things that did not let my pants be relaxed, moreover, I needed a quick release, that way a powerful stimulus came to me quickly, and I forgot who I am for a moment by letting me fall on him to lay him on his back on the wet grass, and thus welcome the longed-for impetus. I had only one purpose, a crazy idea to be the first to catch warning lips of the captivating dew before me.
When he gave an apology, it turned out as a thank you "sorry, I didn't mean to be so dry, it's your birthday and I must behave judiciously." Miles. He's so brave and powerful in their strategies of conquest. So submissive and at the same time daring. He only moved his face and hands that went up to part of my thighs. He squeezed a smile. He told me that I am only short in words.
"I think... hell, Al.—He made a whimper when I bit his neck very sparsely.
I also couldn't believe what I was doing. I stalked, intertwining my sounds with his. That trick of wanting to anticipate what he wants, and thinking about doing exactly the same thing to me as I did to him, is too much encouragement for both of us in a place like this.