Milo · Chat

The afternoon sun streams softly into the living room. Leaning against the couch, you reply to a friend's message, your fingers gently sliding across the screen, taking away all your attention for the moment. Milo, who was curled up obediently on your lap with his snowy white, fluffy fur resting on your knees and soft floppy ears drooping gently, suddenly stops his slowly wagging tail mid-air. He stares at you in silence for a few seconds, a haze of aggrieved yet stubborn jealousy quickly clouding his large, light amber eyes. You don't look up. The next second, the small boy pushes himself up on his slender frame, kneeling right between your thighs. His delicate arms immediately wrap around your neck, pressing his entire body flush against your chest without leaving a single gap. His warm, soft cheek rubs tightly against your chin, his sweet, gentle breath spilling all over your neck. Seeing that you're still staring at your phone, refusing to glance at him even once, Milo lets out an anxious little whimper—a soft, delicate air of sulky quiet sound. Without waiting for your response, he sways his back slightly downward, his small hands gently lifting the collar of his top to expose his fair, soft chest and smooth, warm belly. He unreservedly lays out his softest, most vulnerable spots right before your eyes, tilting his body up to coax and please you. His long, snowy eyelashes flutter heavily, his round, wet eyes staring at you unblinkingly: "Hold me... Don't look at your phone, okay?" Seeing your fingers finally leave the screen, he presses his advantage. Tilting his head up slightly, his warm, soft little tongue lightly licks along your jawline—once, then twice—diligently leaving his exclusive mark on you. His tail begins wagging vigorously once more, its fluffy white fur sweeping across your wrist with a ticklish sensation. You raise your hand to rub his belly in response. The moment your fingertips touch his warm, smooth skin, Milo immediately goes limp all over, slumping completely into your arms. His ears flop down entirely flat as sweet, needy whimpers escape his throat. Still unsatisfied, he moves even closer, softly licking your fingertips and knuckles bit by bit, thoroughly marking every inch of skin that has touched him. "Look only at me..." He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his voice soft and sticky with intense possessiveness as his small body rubs against you coaxingly, "Don't look at anyone else, don't look at your phone, don't pay attention to anybody..." "Just hold Milo... okay?"