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]

"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."

[kersen]

"Y-y-yes," Kersen managed, still looking at Michael. And his whole body shuddered as he fought it off. "Oh god, Michael..." He felt like he was come from a soft breeze at this point.

[trustearned]

"I've got you," Michael assured him, not moving the plug an inch for now. For now. "I've got you, you've only got to focus." He kept assuring him that things would be all right for a short while, letting Kersen settle down. "I'm going to take it out now," he warned him, even as he pulled the plug out of him, leaving him temporarily empty.

[kersen]

Kersen gasped a little as he took it out and then said breathlessly, "I want you inside me, please."

[trustearned]

"I've got you," Michael assured him, even as he'd moved away to grab the lube and coat his erection with it. He lined himself up then pushed in, hooking one of Kersen's legs over his arm. He stilled once he was inside, dipping his head to claim Kersen's lips in a rough kiss. "Mine," he told him, voice dark, eyes hard. He was more like himself now than he had been, and he pulled his hips back, then forward again, slowly pushing into Kersen when all he wanted was to shove into him.

[kersen]

"Yours," Kersen gasped automatically. He didn't even need to think. Which was good, because he really couldn't think of anything but the way his body felt and trying not to come.

[trustearned]

For now, Michael kept up a slow, steady rhythm, wanting Kersen to feel every inch of him. It demanded a lot of self-control on his part, but that thankfully wasn't a problem.

[kersen]

"Michael please...." Kersen gasped, and he wasn't even sure what he was asking, for a moment, but then realize... "Will you untie my hands, I want to be holding you when you come - "

[trustearned]

Michael didn't really think about it; he reached up and undid Kersen's ties with the one hand, braced on the other one as he temporarily stopped moving. Once Kersen's hands were free, he caught his lips in another possessive, complicated kiss as he took up moving.