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]

"I promised you," Michael told him, his tone dark with dominance, but tempered with some form of tenderness. "You'll be desperate to come." Kersen was far from there yet; in fact, he was remarkably composed for someone who had edged twice, something Michael was going to credit on his centuries of sexual experience and need for self-control in other aspects of his life. Michael had every intention of erasing that composure.

He slid his hand down Kersen's chest and brushed his hand over his nipple before pinching it sharply.

[kersen]

Kersen gasped sharply and forgot for a moment about the bonds, wanting to touch Michael, and he strained at them for a second before relaxing again. "Do... you want me to beg?" he asked breathlessly.

[trustearned]

"When you can't do anything else," Michael replied, reaching over for the vibrator. He set it on the lowest vibration and brushed it down Kersen's chest, less for the sensations than the sheer anticipation. When it almost reached his cock, he took it away as he sat, turning it off and reaching for the lube. "And at some point tonight, you won't," he added, the same promise in his tone.

[kersen]

Kersen made a pained little sound of loss when the vibrator was gone, and he watched Michael, his breath a little irregular. "What about you? Don't you want me?"

[trustearned]

"I have you," Michael pointed out, squeezing some lube out onto the vibe.

[kersen]

"Of course." Kersen attempted to make his voice sound more seductive. "But don't you want to fuck me?"

[trustearned]

Two desires warred inside Michael, not that it showed outwardly. After a beat, he simply shifted the lube into the same hand as the vibe and leaned forward on his other hand, to give Kersen a comforting kiss. "Trust me. I'll fuck you when I mean to."

[kersen]

"And I'll love every minute of it," Kersen purred. "And every minute before..."

[trustearned]

"That's the idea," Michael confirmed, the vibrator sliding against Kersen's cock, gently whirring.

[kersen]

The seductive expression on Kersen's face disappeared the moment Michael touched his cock with the vibrator. He closed his eyes and gasped, though it was only a very short time before they flew open and he gasped out, "Oh - oh god Michael, stop." He was on the edge of orgasm almost immediately.

[trustearned]

Michael pulled the vibe away immediately, something like dark approval shining in his eyes. He turned it off and set it down for now, shifting to cup Kersen's face. "You're doing great."

[kersen]

In response to that, Kersen only whimpered, and met Michael's eyes, a plea in his own.

[trustearned]

"Shhh," Michael soothed him, his hand steady on the side of Kersen's jaw. "I've got you. Focus, and let it go."

[kersen]

"I... I'm focused on you," Kersen said breathlessly, still staring at him. "Only you."

[trustearned]

"Good," Michael said, approval obvious in his voice. "You're doing great." He kissed him, slow and purposeful, his hand reaching down to Kersen's hip to keep him in place should the kiss make him want to move.

[kersen]

Kersen moaned and whimpered into the kiss, allowing Michael to hold him down even though he did feel like moving. It was almost enough to break him apart, how perfect Michael was being.

[trustearned]

"Do you think you can do one more?" Michael asked him, talking almost against his lips. "One more, then I'll fuck you."

[kersen]

"Yes... yes, I can do as much as you want, anything you want..." Kersen's voice was practically a moan now.

[trustearned]

"You're going to hold it back for me, again," Michael stated, keeping his voice low and even, intimate in a way it usually wasn't. "As I fuck that plug into you."

[kersen]

Kersen wasn't sure he'd ever experienced anything quite like this. Some combination of the way his body felt like a live wire and how Michael's voice made him feel so connected. He would have done anything he asked, likely without thought. Now, he could only manage to nod in response.

[trustearned]

"All right," Michael agreed, and moved away from Kersen to lube up the plug. He didn't set it to vibrate just yet, and wasn't sure that he would. Once he was done, he settled back beside Kersen and positioned the plug at his entrance. "Relax for me, Kersen," he told him, and slowly pushed it in.

[kersen]

Kersen nodded, and exhaled. "Please," he whispered.

[trustearned]

As Kersen relaxed, Michael pushed in the plug, a slow but steady push, right past the tight ring of muscles, until it was nicely seated inside him. "Don't come yet," Michael reminded him, and shifted the plug inside him, gently for now. He wasn't sure that he would get to be anything but gentle, or to set it on vibrate, before having to stop so Kersen wouldn't come yet.

[kersen]

Kersen let out a shaky moan. "I won't," he promised, but his voice was a little shaking, too.

[trustearned]

"I know," Michael told him. He shifted the plug inside Kersen, basing himself off his reactions to only brush his prostrate, nothing enough for him to come.