Michael followed him down the stairs, waiting until the door had closed behind him to speak, tugging on Kersen's hand so he would turn around and face him. "What do you want?"
'Fucked into distraction' was incredibly vague, and Michael did not know where Kersen's head might be at. There was a wide range of possibilities here, from simple, rough fucking to utter and complete submission, from overstim to blood play, and all the in-between.
Or even another kind of fucking altogether, something slower, but no less distracting, perhaps even more so, if you asked Michael.
The point was, he needed to know what Kersen needed, to give it to him.
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Date: 2016-09-20 05:07 pm (UTC)From:'Fucked into distraction' was incredibly vague, and Michael did not know where Kersen's head might be at. There was a wide range of possibilities here, from simple, rough fucking to utter and complete submission, from overstim to blood play, and all the in-between.
Or even another kind of fucking altogether, something slower, but no less distracting, perhaps even more so, if you asked Michael.
The point was, he needed to know what Kersen needed, to give it to him.