A Disney Sequel

Milo: He's My Atlantis

"Let's stop here," you say tossing over your shoulder as you set your pack down. You and your hand-selected team have been searching for Atlantis for the past few weeks and have not gotten very far. You all have been dragging because of a certain linguist and cartographer, Milo. He was scrawny and tall and could barely carry his pack. You've had to go back many times to tell him to pick up the pace or none of you would be sleeping that night. Every time you spoke to him, you could see his throat bob as he swallowed, and his face redden into a blush.

"I expect us to continue bright and early tomorrow morning," you called out as you began putting together your tent.

You set up your tent for the night and began to roll out your sleeping bag when a shadow appeared behind you. You came slowly to a stand and then quickly maneuvered yourself, so you had the figure in a chokehold.

"I-," the figure gasps, "I just wanted to," You hear the figure begin to struggle for breath, so you let go. The figure was Milo, you wonder what he is doing near your tent as you take a step back from him, shaking your head to forget about how much you liked the idea of his slender neck wrapped around your palm.

He is still gasping as he turns to face you. His face is covered in a blush, and you wonder how much deeper of a blush it could get. His glasses have taken place on the bridge of his nose, probably sliding down when he was in your chokehold. His clothes are slightly crinkled, exposing the base of his throat and you wonder what your tongue would feel like along his throat.

"I-I just wanted to," he says breathlessly in that voice of his that you imagine touching yourself to, "come and apologize for slowing the group down."

"Mmm," you respond still being distracted from your wandering mind.

"I know it's been weeks and we've been slowing down because of me," he continues nervously, "I was wondering if there was anything I could do..."

An idea pops into your brain but you don't think before you step closer to him and whisper seductively, "I know something you can do for me."

"I'll do anything," he states while looking around uncertainly.

You take your hands and wrap them around his shoulders, leaning into him you ask, "Anything?"

"Anything."

You suddenly grab his hand, which feels clammy from him being nervous, and drag him into your tent. You look over at him and see a flash of confusion before you slam your lips onto his. Pulling him even closer he stands there awkwardly with his hands to his sides not knowing what to do until you grab them and place them on your hips. You bring him further into your tent and put your hips to his, feeling him harden beneath you as you grind against him. He slowly begins to kiss you back, opening his mouth to give you access to his tongue. You trail little nips along his jaw as you grind out, "We are going to do anything and everything, Milo."

You slowly move your hands down his back and to his ass, grasping it in your hands.

He moves his hands from your waist as he begins to quickly unbutton his shirt, sliding it off and exposing his slender body. He could easily snap between your thighs, you think. It makes you wet at the thought, knowing that this man could easily break beneath you.

You release his ass from your grasp and move them down the front of his body until your hand is dipping beneath his waistband and grabbing ahold of his cock. You slowly begin to stroke him up and down, giving a slight squeeze every few strokes. You watch his reaction carefully. Watching as his eyes begin to roll to the back of his head as he groans, "Y/N."

"I want to bend you over and see if you'll snap," you whisper as you graze your mouth against his jaw.

You hear him swallow but not back away, instead, he leans in closer to you, his cock becoming impossibly firm beneath your grip. You pull away and begin to tug on his pants, down his long leg, letting his cock pop free. You lick your lips for what's to come.

"I want you to bend over and take my fingers like a good boy," you whisper. You see his eyes widen but he does not make a move to bend over.

"I told you what I wanted you to do for Mommy," you say more firmly. At the tone of your voice, he is scrambling to get on his hands and knees, exposing that perfect ass to you. You walk around him, running your fingers through his hair before putting a finger to his lips.

"Open," you demand. He opens his mouth as you slip a finger between his lips, feeling his tongue swirl around you before you pull it out. You walk back around him and position your dripping finger between his ass cheeks, slowly beginning to swirl it as you slowly push inside of him. You feel his ass grip your finger tightly, as he groans, your finger settling to the hilt. You slowly draw out and see him arch his back slightly, trying to keep your finger inside of himself. You smile at the thought that he wants to be full of you. You spit down on him and add another finger. 

"I-I need a second," he sounds around a breathy moan. You pull out to the tip of your fingers and thrust them back in, knuckle deep. He groans at your name as you do so. 

You pull fully out and go over to get something that will tip him over the edge. Strapping it onto yourself, you begin to lube the dildo as you walk back over to him. You squirt some of the lube onto him and rub it into his hole with your fingers. You wrap your hand around his front, putting his cock into your hands, before you bend over and say, "Take this cock like a good boy," you say while pegging him. He crumbles to the floor in a heap, moaning out in what sounds like a mix of pain and pleasure. You wiggle your way to the hilt, before moving your hips out ever so slightly. Then you begin to thrust in, filling him fully. "I want you to cum for Mommy," you whisper biting into his shoulder and then licking over the mark to soothe it, all while continuing to stroke him from behind. You suddenly hear him groan as his cock stiffens and he is shuddering his release all over himself. You whisper praises into his ear as he slowly comes down off his high, while you slip out the dildo from his ass and remove your hands from his cock. 

You roll him onto his back and while looking into his dazed eyes you lean over and say into his ear, "It's not over yet...we still have until morning."