kersen | Michael

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

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

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

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

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

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 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."

"You're not going to come until I tell you to," Michael reminded him, the terseness of the command tempered by more emotion than he ever usually let show in his voice. He did not let up, stimulating Kersen's prostate with each shift of his fingers, and eventually felt that the ring of muscle was relaxed enough to add a third. "But I want you to get close."

Kersen gasped at the additional stretch. "Again... and again..." he guessed breathlessly.

"How many do you think you can take?" Michael asked, and leaned his head down to suck only the very tip of Kersen's cock into his mouth, and tongue at the soft spot right under his head.

"Oh god, I have no - " His words broke off as Michael's lips touched his cock, and he completely forgot what he was saying, breaking into a needy moan.

Michael deserved some credit; for the time being Kersen had completely forgotten about the vampire in his house.

Michael kept on doing just this, tonguing at that sensitive spot and brushing his fingertips against Kersen's prostate, wanting the repetition of pleasure to build upon itself until it was almost too much for him to take - and then he would stop, again, before Kersen could come.

Kersen probably would have gotten to this point from the fingering alone, but the tongue on his cock made it all too much very quickly. "Michael," he gasped. "Oh god, oh god stop, if you don't I'll - " A moan, and he was digging his nails into his palms.

Making someone edge required knowing them well; it was a good thing Michael had been sleeping with Kersen for months on end. It meant that he could read his body well, and he pulled back right on time, fingers and mouth leaving Kersen on the edge of his orgasm.

For a second, Kersen thought it might come anyway - without even realizing it he was rocking his hips as if there was some friction left in the air. But there was nothing, and his whole body shuddered with the loss. He whimpered, opening his eyes and looking at Michael.

He wasn't even sure what he was going to say when he opened his mouth, but it ended up being: "I'm yours." His to use, to control, but in all the best ways.

Warm approval flashed through Michael's eyes. "You are," he confirmed, and moved to stretch on the side of Kersen, a hand on his hip to keep him from turning into him as he claimed his mouth in a complicated kiss.

Kersen moaned into his mouth as he kissed him back. "More," he gasped when it broke. "Whatever you want, just... more."

"Are you safe to touch yet?" Michael asked, unconvinced. Not even twenty seconds had passed. His thumb brushed against his cheek, hand cupping his face. "Pay attention to your body, Kersen."

Kersen took a shaky breath. "Safe to touch without danger of coming? You're right, I did promise..."

"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 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.

"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 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?"