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 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.

[kersen]

Kersen bit his lip to keep out a sound that would be too needy and whining, and then exhaled a moan instead.

[trustearned]

"Don't hide your reactions from me," Michael told him, scissoring his fingers before pushing them back in and out.

[kersen]

"Right," Kersen gasped, and then moaned again.

[trustearned]

Michael then very purposefully dragged his fingertips over Kersen's prostate, his other hand a warm, secure hold on his hip.

[kersen]

This time the reaction really was a shameless, needy whimper, and a groan that sounded very much like a please.

[trustearned]

Michael shifted so he could lean over Kersen, his fingers still pumping in and out of him, brushing over that perfect spot with each thrust, and licked over one of his nipples before grazing his teeth over it. "What do you want?"

[kersen]

Kersen was moving his body along with Michael's movements, still whimpering.

"I want... oh god, I want to come. But only if you're inside me."