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]

"Kersen," Michael said, when the vampire kept looking down at the floor. He stepped closer and cupped his face with his free hand, his other one threading fingers with Kersen's. Tilted his head up until he had his gaze, then kissed him, softly and intimately. It might not be the first time he kissed Kersen like this, but it was the first time he did it after Kersen had said anything of the sort.

[kersen]

Kersen closed his eyes and kissed him back, feeling immediately better but also still a little unsure of himself. But it felt real.

[trustearned]

Michael took his time kissing him, licking his way into his mouth and stroking their tongues together, his fingers shifting to cradle Kersen's head, carding through hair. When he broke the kiss, he leaned back just enough to look Kersen in the eye. "By the time we are done, you will have no doubt that you're mine," he told him, his voice low and even, but somehow as intimate as the kiss had been, in Michael's own way.

[kersen]

Mine. Yes. Kersen needed that right now, he needed to be in someone else's hands. He knew it wasn't entirely fair to himself but he felt like he'd fucked everything up lately. He needed to not be in control.

He swallowed hard as Michael looked at him like that. And nodded.

[trustearned]

Michael nodded in return, then almost reluctantly seemed to step back, his hands lingering on Kersen as long as they might. "Undress for me."

[kersen]

Kersen took a step backwards, eyes fixed on Michael. He was dressed simply (and not a bit of makeup, which was how you really knew something was wrong). He lifted his shirt gracefully and then pulled it off, before continuing to undress without looking away from Michael.

[trustearned]

Michael's gaze had always been particularly expressive, and it was no different tonight. His eyes shone with obvious appreciation as he watched Kersen, only looking away briefly when he grabbed the back of his own t-shirt and pulled it over his head.

[kersen]

Kersen removed every bit of his clothing, and when he stepped out of his underwear last, it revealed that his cock was already getting hard. Since Michael hadn't told him to do anything else, he left it at that, though his gaze ran appreciatively over Michael's body.

[trustearned]

"I want you to pick something," Michael added, unbuckling his belt, "from your toys." He took a seat to unlace his shoes and get them off, so the rest of his clothes could follow the way of his t-shirt.

[kersen]

Kersen didn't really want to look away from Michael, wanted to watch him undress - but he wanted to do what he was told more. He gave him a little smile of agreement and then walked over to the nightstand, opened the bottom drawer.

"I'm not quite as well stocked here," he pointed out. He didn't have whips or chains, nothing like that, which was just as well. After a moment, he pulled out a large-ish vibrator and tossed it on the bed, followed by several lengths of silk scarves.

[trustearned]

Michael watched him as he took care of his shoes and socks, then stood to undress the rest of the way. He stepped over to Kersen, taking his hand and threading their fingers together again as he kissed him, slow, long, and deep. In between kisses, he pushed Kernsen back onto the bed, beside the vibrator, covering his body with his.

[kersen]

Oh god, that kiss. It was perfect. Michael might not say the words, but Kersen couldn't imagine that he was pretending that kind of emotion. He let himself be pushed back, moaning a little, and wrapping his arms around Michael.

[trustearned]

There was still an undercurrent of dominance in the kisses, something Michael could not and would not do without. He broke off from Kersen's mouth to suck kisses down his neck, sliding a leg in between his. He sucked a mark that would soon be gone on his neck, then bit gently at the marked skin. "I'm going to make you so desperate to come it'll be all you can think about," he promised him, lips by his ear, breath caressing it.

[kersen]

"Isn't... that... what you always do?" Kersen asked breathlessly, moving his body encouragingly.

[trustearned]

There was a dark, intimate promise as Michael told him, his voice low, "No." He began to work his way down his body, licking and biting on the way, taking his time but with a clear direction in mind.

[kersen]

He was going to do something more than he'd done before? Kersen moaned a little in anticipation. If that was the case he might need to tie him up.

[trustearned]

Michael nuzzled at Kersen's cock, then sucked his head into his mouth, tongue swirling around it. He pulled off it, but stroked it gently with one hand instead. "You're not going to come until I give you permission," he told him, not expecting anything but agreement.

[kersen]

Which was exactly what Kersen did. Nodded, and looked down at Michael with wide, dark eyes.

[trustearned]

Satisfied, Michael shifted his hand on Kersen's cock to lick a flat stripe up its length, fitting his lips around his head to suck gently on it.

[kersen]

"Oh," Kersen gasped, and his back arched a little on the bed. It felt so good... and he had a flash of guilt, at enjoying himself so much when the fledgling vampire was crying herself to sleep in his house.

Okay, no, that was the complete opposite of distraction. He pushed it away.

[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.