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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[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.

[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.