Michael

[kersen]

Kersen had kept Michael at least somewhat informed about how things were going with Bonnie, over a phone phone calls. But he hadn't felt comfortable having Michael come to the house, and it was a few days before he felt comfortable leaving her there alone. But... as far as he could guess, she was just going to stay in bed crying.

He told Michael to meet him at the bar. He spent some time getting things in order, trying not to let on to his employees in what bad shape he was in.

But he was relieved as hell as soon as Michael walked in. He wanted to run over and throw himself into his arms - but that would be bad for many reasons. So instead he just gestured for Michael to follow him back to his office.

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[trustearned]

Michael's hands moved to Kersen's hips as he began to suck him off in earnest, bobbing his head over him, lips fit snugly around his cock. It wasn't as if he could really hold him down, given Kersen's strength, but the message ought to be clear enough, and Michael trusted Kersen to comply.

[kersen]

He did. As if he'd want to risk anything happening but exactly this. "Oh yes," he breathed, "oh fuck, I needed this so much, needed you..."

[trustearned]

Michael fully intended to give Kersen everything he needed, but this was only the beginning. For now, he simply did his best at giving head, wanting to bring Kersen right to the edge of orgasm before stopping.

[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.

[trustearned]

Michael took him right to the edge of his orgasm, being able to read Kersen's body by now. Right to the edge, when Kersen was about to tip over, and Michael pulled back, leaving him teetering there. He sat back on his heels, his hands on Kersen's legs, still, steady, helping anchor him in the moment, assuring him that he was here without adding the kind of sensory input that might tip him over. "That's one," he told Kersen, promising more. But for now, the vampire needed to settle back down a little.

[kersen]

Kersen was breathing hard when Michael pulled away from him, and he let out a little moan of want. "You're going to kill me," he groaned.

[trustearned]

"I'm going to drive you out of your mind," Michael answered evenly, and moved off the bed to fetch some lubricant.

[kersen]

Kersen bit his lip as he watched Michael, and then to fight the urge to reach down and touched himself, lifted his arms to grip the headboard.

[trustearned]

"How are you doing?" Michael asked as he came back to the bed, giving Kersen's face a gentle caress along his cheek and jaw.

[kersen]

"Good," Kersen said, a touch breathless. "So good."

[trustearned]

"How close are you?" Michael asked, glancing up at the way Kersen held the headboard. He wanted him to relax again, before they went on.

[kersen]

"I'm... I'm good," said Kersen. He'd gone long enough without touch, though his cock was of course still rock hard.

[trustearned]

"If you need more time..." Michael trailed off purposefully, the back of his fingers brushing down Kersen's chest. There was nothing wrong with taking more time to calm down, and Kersen had sounded hesitant.

[kersen]

Kersen's lips curled into a little smile. "How many times are you planning to do this to me?"

[trustearned]

"A few more," he answered, fingers fanning out over Kersen's flat stomach. He wouldn't commit to a number; that depended on what Kersen could take, and they'd never done this before.

[kersen]

This was not what Kersen had been expecting, but he was not complaining at all.

"Will some of them involve your cock inside me, at least?" he asked.

[trustearned]

"Eventually," Michael confirmed, fingers trailing over his inner thigh now.

[kersen]

Kersen let out a little groan, and his cock twitched.

"I hope this means you missed me as much as I missed you."

[trustearned]

"If you have any doubt, I'm not doing this right," Michael replied as steadily as he did everything else. He pulled his hand off Kersen and picked up the anal vibrator, reaching for the lube. "What do you think? Prep or no prep?"

[kersen]

"... some," Kersen said after a moment, because he didn't particularly want that part to hurt.

[trustearned]

Michael seemed to consider, then set the lube and plug down beside the vampire, and grabbed a couple of the lengths of silk. "Don't move your hands," he told him, and scooted up the bed to go and tie them to the headboard. Silk would never be enough to truly hold Kersen down - nor would the headboard be, Michael strongly suspected - but the ties were a reminder not to move his hands from there.

[kersen]

Kersen probably could have kept his hands still anyway, but the scarves would be a good reminder.

"I won't," he promised, his voice quiet.

[trustearned]

Michael stroked his hand down one of Kersen's outstretched arms, then moved back between his knees, squeezing some lube out onto his hand. He coated his fingers with it, then circled one around Kersen's hole, watching his expression before slowly, steadily pushing in.

[kersen]

Kersen's lips parted and his eyes closed, and he sighed, a sigh that turned into a soft keening sound as Michael pushed his finger inside him.

[trustearned]

Michael kept watching him as he pushed his finger in and out, taking pity on him and not brushing against his prostate just yet, not even when he added a second finger.