Save A Cow, Milk The Milkman [Francis Mosses x Male!Reader]

Save A Cow, Milk The Milkman.

After passing through the doorman you enter your apartment, exhausted from today's work.

It's been a few weeks now since you kept company with Francis Mosses-the neighborhood Milkman.

You bumped into him on the entrance of the apartment one day, and he couldn't deny that you caught his eye.

Since that day, you've made small talk everytime you ran into him.

That small talk turned into deeper conversations, and you've gotten close. So close, even, that the neighbors have started spreading rumours about you two-but you don't really pay attention to such things.

Have you limited your meetings with him? Of course you have. You don't want him to get in trouble, after all.

And the rumours have calmed down for a bit.

Which means-you get to see him today.

He sure is taking his time though. Maybe he got hung up at the doorman? You really don't know what could be taking him so long.

Finally, you hear your front door opening. You see Francis entering, somewhat out of breath.

"Sorry if I..kept you waiting."

He's always sounded so pathetic, but like in the cute, sweet, type of way.

"What took you so long?" You ask as you wrap your hands around his waist.

"S..sorry, had a lot of work today. I wanted to come by earlier-"

"Hey, hey...you're here now. That's all that matters."

You slowly move your hands from his waist to his chest, letting them rest.

"You seem to have had a rough day...have a seat, hm?"

Grabbing his hand, you lead him to the sofa. You kneel in between his legs, caressing his thighs as you spread them apart.

"You seem tense, Francis..."

He lays back and attempts to relax as your hands touch his abdomen, and then slowly glide down to feel his thighs, before closing in on his crotch, and coming to a halt.

"You know you make me crazy w..when you do.."

You giggle. "Francis, Francis.." you unzip him, tug on his pants and shorts simultaneously, to reveal his throbbing cock. "..I've only just gotten started."

You wrap your hands around his dick, feeling every pulse going through it.

"P..please.." Francis is having a hard time controlling his breathing as you squeeze his phallus. "..be gentle." He asks of you.

"I always am." you say as you look at him, giving a smile.

You move your hand up and place your thumb on his tip, teasing him. You take pleasure in hearing him whimper, seeing his hands fly to cover his mouth-his body reacts to every single thing you do.

You move yourself closer to his dick, proceeding to lick the tip a few times. Francis's right hand catches your eye as it lands back on the sofa, a fist desperately trying to keep itself together.
You had him wrapped around your finger-and you were well aware of it.

You put his dick in your mouth finally, moving halfway down and feeling every pulsating vein of his with your tongue.

Moving your head up,you gave his tip a few more licks before going back all in-taking in almost his entire length.

He was bigger than you've handled, you couldn't deny that. It felt so good though, trying to take him full.

You bobbed your head a few times, faster and faster, just to hear those sweet, delicate, whimpers escape his pretty mouth.

It's getting pretty hard to ignore your own erection, which is begging for your attention.

Pulling out, you proceed to lick Francis's whole dick while keeping eye contact with him, as well as move your other hand down towards your zipper.

"W-wait!" Francis causes you to stop as he puts his hands on your shoulders.

"Are you..hard?" he asks as he cups your cheek, wiping away the saliva from your mouth with his thumb.

"Y..yeah? Is that a..problem?"

It's not uncommon for Francis to stop your intimate moments.
He had done it the first few times you began doing this-and you respected his decision every time, not wanting to force him into something he wasn't comfortable with.

"No, it's not. I just want..i want to take care of it this time."

"There's no need Francis, really.."

"You always end up doing all the work. Please.." Whenever he gave you those cute puppy eyes, you never could say no to him. You gave him a soft smile before replying "Alright then."

Having your approval, he grabbed your arms to help you up. Next thing you know, his hands go on your hips, pulling you onto his lap.

"Are you c..comfortable?" "Of course" you answer.

With his one hand on your hip, he moves his other to your zipper, pulling it down to release your erection into view.

Having your dicks so close, he brings you closer, causing them to touch.

Moving his hand from your hip to your waist, he then also proceeds to wrap his other hand around both of your cocks, causing a small moan to escape from the two of you.

Francis begins to stroke them slowly, small grunts escape you as you feel his fingers around you and his dick pressed to yours.

Putting your arms around his shoulders, you hide your face into the crook of his neck, attempting to stifle the moans that come out of you. "f..fuck.." You whisper.

The pace in which he fondles your cocks fastens, causing you to buckle your hips into his hand. You can feel his other hand moving to your hip, attempting to hold you in place, but not wanting to use too much force.

Francis bites your shoulder to prevent his whimpers, causing you to become mildly more vocal.

His hand tightens around your dicks, stroking them rapidly.

With your cocks pressed tightly against each other and with the help of his hand and each other's hips, cum dripped out from both you-and my, was it a huge amount.

Although your clothes were far from clean now, you couldn't help but notice how covered with cum Francis's hand was, and he still managed to tease you by caressing your tip.

Pulling your face away from his neck, you reach down for Francis's hand and bring it up to your mouth, licking up all the milk that spilled from both of you.

Francis admires you as you lick his fingers clean from all of the semen.

"You're so..alluring." He states as he gazes over you, licking his fingers erotically.