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There’s nothing Luke appreciates more than getting Michael pinned under him and shutting him up with kisses. That’s a lie. There are other things he appreciates just as much, if not more. Really, any sex thing involving Michael is awesome, but Michael just moves a lot. Talks a lot. He’s loud and bouncy and it’s just nice that Luke can slip onto his lap, back him down onto the bed and kiss him quiet.
Luke can tell Michael likes it too. Michael likes to think - and announce, at the worst times, that Luke is ‘totally his bitch’, but there is definitely something special about that way Michael arches up to meet Luke’s mouth, soft and pliant. His cheeks flush dark almost as quickly as he gets hard; Luke can feel him, under his ass, and he’s not ashamed to grind on him a little. He likes that just as much as Michael does, makes him feel so hot and wanted when Michael gasps into his mouth and scrambles to get his hands tucked down the back of his jeans, squeezing at his ass.
Like this though, with Luke on top, he can slow the pace, press his palm calming and firm to Michael’s chest and back up a bit, just letting their lips graze against one another, wet and sticking. He’s blurry this close, but Luke sees the frustrated flutter of Michael’s eyelashes, feels him bite his lip as he arches his hips up, holding Luke’s ass tight, trying to get some kind of satisfaction rubbing himself against Luke but Michael’s teased him so many times before, Luke's learnt this game from the best.
Backing up, Luke can’t help but admire how pretty Michael is like this, sprawled out and sex-flushed, shirt rumpled and riding up, exposing the soft swell of his tummy above the waistband of his jeans.
“Are we gonna fuck or what?” Michael asks, his hands slipping from Luke as Luke crawls off him, gets on his knees between Michael’s legs, and the way that Michael spreads them automatically so Luke fits between gives Luke ideas.
“Yeah,” Luke says, slides his hands up Michael’s thighs, all warm and firm under the denim. He doesn’t touch Michael’s cock, skips up past his waistband and pushes his hands under his shirt, slipping it up.
“You just wanna get me naked,” Michael says, grinning but allowing, of course, Luke to pull his shirt off over his head.
“Yeah,” Luke agrees, leaning down to press his mouth to the center of Michael’s chest, feeling the sparse hair there against his lips.
Michael pushes his hips up again, his hands reaching for his fly. “You gonna blow me, Hemmings?”
Luke would like to, his mouth even waters a bit at the thought. Michael has a nice, thick cock, it stretches his lips just right, and he looks even prettier from the blowjob angle. Luke follows the urge down Michael’s body, allowing his mouth and tongue to drag a damp stripe to his belt buckle. Michael shudders, the smug smile falling from his mouth for a second as Luke mouths at the fat shape of his cock trapped under his pants, long, tucked down the left leg of his jeans. Luke sucks hard at the tip, hard enough that Michael gasps and his hips twitch.
Luke sits up, covering Michael’s erection with his palm, giving him a consoling rub as Michael groans, “Why are you doing this to me?”
Luke’s just as hard as him, aching in his own tight jeans, so it’s not like he doesn’t have sympathy for the guy. It’s just too nice, taking a slow catalogue of Michael’s reactions, watching his flushed face and his tummy, tensing and quivering.
“I’m not waiting anymore, I don’t care, I’m getting naked,” Michael huffs, yanking at his belt and the button of his jeans, arching his hips off the bed to shove them down. "Just jerk off my own damn self,” he mutters grumpily. Luke feels a little bad, he just wants to give Michael what he wants and make him feel good, after all.
Luke strips his shirt and undoes his own pants, misses the moment Michael’s cock slaps free against his belly because he’s too busy dodging Michael’s legs as they flail about trying to kick his jeans off. Luke takes hold of the denim and helps him, peels his own off after, and then takes Michael’s hand curled around his cock and holds it in his own, presses it down on the mattress and bends to kiss him.
Michael lets him, drawing him closer, falling soft and giving under Luke again, moaning when Luke’s body presses against his own, their cocks bumping clumsily between them. He feels so warm and so soft, Luke can’t stop touching him, stroking up his side and cupping his jaw, squeezing at his chest as he rubs against him and dips his tongue into Michael’s mouth, swallowing his moan.
Michael touches him too; his hands slip down Luke’s back, predictably. Luke would tease him for being such an ass man if he didn’t love the way Michael touches him so much, grabbing a firm hold of him and squeezing. Luke pulls away to gasp and Michael laps at his swollen bottom lip, his hands kneading at the flesh of his ass, spreading him open and grinding his cock up against Luke’s. Luke pants, getting caught up, ass clenching like he wants it inside, he’s so easy for Michael and he loves that, really.
But when Michael’s fucking him he just, he’s gone, useless, all he can do it take it because it’s just so fucking good, Michael gives it to him so good, and maybe, sometimes, Luke just wants to see, wants to watch the boy he loves come apart because of him.
Luke pushes up, putting some distance between himself and the hot, mindless sex-vortex of Michael’s mouth. Michael’s watching him, dark green eyes attentive, mouth parted, Luke can’t help gasping when Michael finally strokes between his cheeks, dry thumb rubbing over his hole.
“Where’d you leave the lube?” Michael asks in a low, hot voice, leaning up to press a kiss to Luke’s collarbone.
Luke shudders, manages to gasp, “I’ll get it,” and bounces up out of Michael’s grip, his heart thundering in his chest, his whole body wanting back against Michael’s, wanting Michael inside him.
The cool, shocking out-of-bed air clears his mind enough though that when he turns back to Michael, lube in hand, sees him sprawled out so pretty on the bed, he knows what he wants. He crawls back onto the bed and Michael reaches for him, but Luke resists.
“This again?” Michael huffs.
“No, uh,” Luke swallows. He’s never been good at asking for what he wants, and that’s the best thing about being with Michael, he’s always just known what Luke needs and given it up freely. “You can say no,” he preempts, twists the bottle of lube in his hands.
“Oh my god, it’s finally happened, please tell me you wanna make a sex tape?” Michael asks excitedly, scrambling for his phone on the night stand.
Luke frowns. Michael’s all sincere wide eyes. “That would be the stupidest idea ever,” he says and Michael rolls his eyes and flops back onto the bed.
“Why are we talking?” Michael whines, getting up on his hands and knees and crawling to Luke perched hesitantly on the edge. He kisses Luke’s shoulder, his neck and his jaw, his fingers curling around the lube in Luke’s hands. “C’mon, wanna fuck you so bad,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. Luke bites his lip.
“Do you ever think about, like,” Luke says, voice weak and breathless from the way Michael’s tugging at his earlobe with his teeth. “Switching?”
Michael draws back. “Switching,” he repeats.
“Um,” Luke blushes, looking down at his hands, big and clumsy in his lap, clinging to the lube. “Nevermind.”
“No, like,” Michael lets himself flop back onto the bed, it seems clumsy but then he’s spreading his legs, looking at Luke with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. “You wanna fuck me?”
Luke follows him, too embarrassed to sit there so far away, needing the comfort and reassurance of Michael’s body. “If,” he mumbles, “if you want, I mean.”
“Don’t you like it when I fuck you?” Michael asks suddenly, seriously, hand on Luke’s shoulder keeping him from crawling right on top of his body.
“You know I do,” Luke says, and Michael lets him spread out on top of him. “I love it,” Luke mumbles against Michael’s collarbone, kissing him there, and Michael reaches for his jaw, cupping it and guiding his face up, kisses him.
It’s soft, lingering, Michael drawing his arm around Luke’s waist. It’s very comforting, and Luke’d be totally fine with not fucking Michael. He’s so fine with it, in fact, he’s ready to forget the whole thing, but then Michael bites and tugs at his lip and says, “Yeah, I want you to fuck me,” against his mouth and Luke’s whole body shivers, from his shoulders to his toes.
Luke moans and Michael laughs, not mean, just light and kind of giddy, spreading his thighs either side of Luke’s hips. Luke knows he likes it, or knows at least, that he’s been fucked before, though Luke never asked for too many details, all eaten up with jealousy. Luke, however, has never fucked a boy, but he’s been fucked so many times now he’s kind of familiar with the process.
The lube is still in his hand. “Is it alright if I finger you?” he asks and Michael moans, pushes him away eagerly.
“Fuck, it’s been ages,” Michael says and Luke licks his lips, uncapping the bottle and squeezing lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it a little before he - before he touches Michael, puts them inside him.
“Are you sure,” Luke asks, poised over him.
“Are you?” Michael says with a raised eyebrow, reaching down to hook his hand under his knee, drawing it up against his chest, exposing himself like an invitation, all pretty and dusky pink under his balls.
“Fuck,” Luke blinks, and then shifts closer, stroking Michael’s thigh with his dry hand. “Yeah.”
Michael gasps at the first touch, Luke’s slick fingertips rubbing gently up his crack, over his hole. It’s so pretty, sitting up above Michael like this, Luke can see everything, the flutter of his eyelashes, his lips parting, his muscles tensing, and his cock twitching. Luke strokes Michael’s tummy and pushes the tip of one finger against his hole, stroking wet over him until it dips inside, gentle and easing.
“Yes,” Michael hisses and arches. Luke can feel him baring down on his finger so he pushes it deeper, gives it to him, strokes inside him a little just to watch his toes curl. “Fuck, it feels good,” he moans and Luke blushes, pleased.
“Should I put another one in?” he asks.
“Only if you kiss me,” Michael pouts, and Luke laughs but leans down immediately so Michael can wrap his arm around his neck and kiss him hot and needy as Luke clumsily works a second finger into him.
His body feels so hot and tight inside, so perfect clinging to his slick fingers opening him up, twisting deep and then drawing out of him. It’s not as different to being fucked in the way Luke just gets lost in it, Michael’s hot mouth against his own, and his ass clenching on his fingers, it’s hard to concentrate on anything else. Michael squirms more than he does anyway, rocking his hips into Luke’s touch, angling his hips until he jerks and swears and tells Luke, “There, god.”
Luke rubs him inside, drawing away to watch Michael tremble, moaning and squeezing at Luke’s shoulder. “Fuck me,” Michael gasps, “that’s enough, you’re not as big as me.”
“Aw,” Luke pouts.
“Shut up and put your amazing tiny dick inside me,” Michael huffs, pushing at Luke. Luke slips his fingers out of him and slicks up his cock. He isn’t as big as Michael, it's true, especially not now when Michael’s swollen so big and hard, flushed dark and twitching against his belly. He looks like he’s gonna come soon. Luke moans at the thought being inside him when it happens.
But still, “It’s not that small,” he mutters as he shifts close between Michael’s hips again, reaching for a pillow and shoving it under him because it always feels better that way when he’s the one on his back. Michael spreads his legs and reaches for his cock with single minded determination and Luke forgets all about defending his cock’s honour.
It looks as hot as he ever imagined, Michael spread out under him, for him, ass slick and ready to take him. Luke shivers a bit as he moves closer, as Michael eagerly lines him up, the slick head of his cock nudging against Michael’s hot, eager hole.
“Are you ready?” Luke pants and Michael looks at him like he wants to murder him just as much as he wants to be fucked so Luke pulls himself together, holds Michael’s hips steady, and pushes his cock into him.
“Fuck, Luke,” Michael groans, his head tipping back, pale throat exposed. It’s hard at first, Michael’s body resisting Luke’s cock a little, but then it gives and they both moan as Luke’s cock sinks into him, opening him up. Michael grabs Luke’s hand on his hip and squeezes. “You’re right, it’s not that small,” he laughs breathlessly, wincing a bit.
Luke hesitates, panting, his cock buried inside Michael all the way. “Too much? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, fuck. Feels good,” Michael says, face relaxing, flushed pink chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. “Keep going,” Michael reaches up, strokes Luke’s cheek, “it feels so good.”
Luke blushes, turns his face and kisses Michael’s palm, draws his hips back slow an inch or so and then pushes back inside him. It’s slick, easy, hot and tight, it feels good, feels natural. They fit like this, too.
Michael sighs, curling a fist around his own cock and stroking himself leisurely. He lies back, all luxurious and soft, his cheeks flushed and eyelids lowered, watching Luke as he fucks him. “How is it?” he asks. “You’ve never fucked someone before.”
“Fucked girls,” Luke manages, his hands slipping with sweat on Michael’s hips, switching up his grip to hold him better, sink into him even easier. He fucks him in short thrusts, staying deep, and Michael hums and shifts so prettily, biting his lip and squeezing his cock, pinching his own nipple.
“M’not a girl,” Michael says and clenches his ass tight on Luke’s cock, making Luke moan helplessly, hips shuddering.
“You’re not,” Luke pants, shaking his head. Michael licks his lips and Luke bends down low over him, Michael reaching to wrap his arms around his shoulders and leaning up to kiss him before Luke even reaches him. “Feels good Mikey,” Luke murmurs into his mouth and Michael hums, encouraging, “you’re so amazing, I love you.”
Michael laughs and Luke feels it, feels it in Michael’s chest pressed against his own, his mouth against his, his body tight around his cock. “That’s so cliche,” Michael says fondly. Luke hides his face in Michael’s throat, embarrassed. He rubs his nose against Michael’s skin, tastes his sweat there with his tongue.
“Love you too, though,” Michael says, his fingers curled in the hair at the base of Luke’s neck, stroking through it, holding him close.
It’s different than when he’s getting fucked, the build up inside him, it’s so sudden and intense when Luke needs to come then, but now it’s a slow, easy tug, at the base of his spine and bottom of his gut, urging him closer to Michael, making him move inside him a little quicker.
“Are you gonna come?” Michael asks him, sudden, breathlessly, his lips against Luke’s ear. “I’m gonna,” he says, voice breakin, and his hand still between them, working his cock.
“Do it, please,” Luke breathes against Michael’s throat and he swears, clutches at the back of Luke’s neck so tight it hurts, pulling him close enough that he can dig his teeth into Luke’s shoulder as his come slicks between them, Luke’s tummy wet with it.
“Oh, god,” Luke croaks, Michael’s body squeezing so tight on his cock he sees stars, vision flashing white. His hips jerk and he whimpers and Michael strokes the base of his spine, smearing his own come there which somehow, just makes it worse.
Michael presses his lips against Luke’s temple, his clean hand stroking Luke hair, he’s panting and they’re both so slick with sweat everywhere, Michael’s thighs damp against Luke’s sides. “Want you to come inside me, yeah?” Michael gasps and Luke moans, helpless, brow knitting together and hips pushing his cock deep inside Michael’s beautiful, warm body.
Luke finds his mouth at the last second, kissing him hard as he shudders and spills inside him. Michael moans against his mouth, squirming on Luke’s cock as he fucks him through it all jerky and stilted, and finally, goes still with a groan.
“That was hot,” Michael breathes, patting Luke’s shoulder. Luke grunts, mind spinning a little still, face squished against Michael’s shoulder. Michael pushes at his chest and Luke just grunts again. “This why you never top, you’re a giant with no manners and now I’m dying,” he huffs.
Luke just wraps his arms around him and cuddles in closer, making Michael laugh and slap his arm. “Don’t be a dick,” he says and Luke raises his head up to look at him, all starry eyed. Michael looks more beautiful than ever, eyes shining, skin damp with sweat, hair a total mess and stuck to his temples. Michael kisses him.
He pushes at Luke’s shoulder again and this time Luke finds it in himself to heave himself up a bit, enough to pull out of Mikey and let him roll out from under him before he collapses again, face first into the sheets. His body feels like jelly. “Are you okay?” Luke asks, his voice totally fucked.
“Yeah,” Michael says, up on his knees on the bed, reaching back and using Luke’s underpants to wipe between his legs. He inspects the mess and screws up his nose, balling up the pants and throwing them at the wall. “Still wanna fuck though, you’ve got ten minutes.”
Luke groans and Michael flops onto his back, giggling as he thrusts his already half hard cock against his ass. Luke thinks probably he’ll die, but at least it’ll be a happy sex-related death.