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]

"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.

[kersen]

Kersen moaned in response, but he wouldn't come. Not until Michael told him to. He felt as if his entire body was in Michael's control.

[trustearned]

Since Kersen was doing so well, Michael switched the vibe on, keeping the slow thrusts of the plug on the edge of teasing, to take Kersen out of his mind without pushing him to come.

[kersen]

And... it was perfect. Kersen was indeed out of his mind. He didn't even realize when he started saying Michael's name, in whispers and moans.

[trustearned]

Michael kept it up, moving the plug in increasingly wider motions, so pleasure would build, with the intention of stopping just in time, once again.

[kersen]

"Michael," Kersen moaned. "Oh god..." He found himself writhing a little, which only made his body spark more, and finally he started to feel himself lose control. "Oh god stop, stop..."

[trustearned]

"Don't move," Michael told him, shifting so he could use his other hand to still Kersen's hips. "Focus. Do it for me." The movements of his other hand slowed, becoming less excruciating, but he trusted Kersen to hold for a few seconds more, wanting to push him as far as he could.

[kersen]

Kersen exhaled deeply as he stilled his body, and looked into Michael's eyes, focusing himself there. He whimpered, but maintained control.

[trustearned]

"You're doing great," Michael assured him once again, keeping eye contact. He gradually pushed the plug more strongly onto his prostate, paying close attention to Kersen's responses. When one whimper seemed particularly urgent, he stilled his hand and shifted back to Kersen's side to stroke the side of his face. "I've got you. Fight it off. For me."