Kersen

Kersen itched to reach out and tangle his fingers in Michael's hair, but he was being good, doing only what he was told. Even trying not to move his body too much, but that became more difficult as he felt himself get closer and closer. "Oh god," he gasped, digging his hands into the sheets. "Michael, oh god, please, I'm so - " He knew he'd promised not to come yet, and he wouldn't, but it was so, so hard.