Milo just smiled when he saw how worried Salvatore looked. "I'm really fine, Sir."
Salvatore let out a rough breath as he smoothed the blanket over Milo's chest. The original plan had been simple: he had intended to take Milo straight to the dark room for their new sessions.
But the moment his palm touched Milo's skin and felt the intense, radiating heat, the desire left him completely.
He couldn't think about anything else. He was also a bit curious because Milo always got sick whenever he simply told him that someone might die.
But beneath that realization, Salvatore also felt a sense of guilt. He looked at Milo's pale face and wondered if he might have been too rough during their play. Maybe their session from the previous night had drained Milo's stamina.
He worried that he might be pushing Milo too hard and that Milo's body hadn't fully recovered yet.
