[ There's something rewarding about the moment when it feels too good for Damon to keep snarking at him. It's been a minute since Michael did this - not since before the two of them were together - but he's done it enough over the years to be plenty experienced.
His hands slide down Damon's thighs, easing his legs wider as he settles in between them. His tongue keeps teasing, until he pushes the tip of it inside, and there's a soft moan from him as he does. He works his way in and out, teasing and tasting, until his tongue makes a rhythm of it.
Only when he feels Damon relax does he lift up, and ease his finger inside instead. Then, as he presses in and starts to fuck his hand back and forth, he kisses his way up Damon's spine. ]
(Fuck is the only thing he can think. He's the vampire about pleasure. Always has been. But, this is next level. He's had pleasure before, but he's used to giving the pleasure. Michael's tongue works its' way before he replaces it with a finger. Damon clutches the pillow underneath him pressing his ass back, encouraging more, wanting more. )
[ Michael works Damon slowly, finger sliding deeper and arm adjusting to find the right angle. His other hand spreads along his back, and he leans close to whisper hotly into his ear: ]
Lube?
[ Because while he doesn't doubt that Damon could take it without, he's not going to go there. ]
Yeah, this is happening with lube. He planned on lube. He's not into that kind of encounter. Guy or girl, they have to be into it. And they have to be wet or lubed. )
[ There's a drawer that opens seemingly by itself, and a tube that flies into Michael's waiting hand. ]
Okay.
[ His lips press against Damon's ear, then his neck. The finger teasing him gently withdraws, and for a moment Michael's weight disappears as he sits up. Then his fingers are back, two of them now, coated in something slick and cool that warms with the skin between them. He pushes in, and he's careful, easing his way past tense muscles until he has a steady rhythm, in and out, a precursor of what's to come. Then his weight returns, body sliding against Damon's, and he's kissing a trail along his shoulder, tugging skin with his teeth, flashing his tongue against it. ]
Relax, [ he murmurs, as he pushes his fingers deeper, curving them as he moves them, trying to find the angle Damon likes. ]
[ That the moment he finds that spot is the same one in which his fingers pull away might seem cruel. For a moment, he leaves Damon empty.
Then, there's the press of something thicker, something already slick with lube. Even now, Damon's so tight that Michael lets out an urgent, soft moan, and his body curves over his boyfriend's as he pushes in. The instinct to take him at once is strong, but he doesn't. He goes gently, easing himself in, stretching Damon around him. His hands slide up along his back, and then over his shoulders, as if he could pin him in place.
Then his hips are rolling inwards, and he's moving, a slow rhythm at first that gets faster. His knees push into the bed and his head dips, letting him kiss whatever skin he can find. Already, conscious thought is drifting from him. All he wants is to touch. ]
Damon, [ he whispers, and his nails scratch down across that perfect skin, while heat builds in his stomach. ]
( His moan trails off, heavy breathing kicking back in as he looks behind him. But, Michael knows why he is and Damon moves, just slightly, his head turning back, a slow trickling breath escaping. He doesn't push into his boyfriend's dick, he lets Michael work his way in, feeling his hands up and down his back.
Damon stays braced, hands against the mattress.
Once Michael finds that rhythm and that angle, Damon lets out little breaths. He bites his lip. He gives himself over fully, letting Michael fill him up, letting Michael have something that no one ever has. )
[ Michael hasn't taken someone new in a very long time. It's not the first time he has, though, and he's careful not to go too fast or too hard. He builds it up slowly, giving Damon time to get used to him and stretch around him, and god, that just feels incredible.
They get there, though. His body curves over Damon's and he rolls his hips, eyes fluttering shut when he can finally take him completely. His arms slide beneath Damon and he pulls him up against him, giving him a nicer angle, and letting him reach around to wrap his hand around his cock. Their bodies can curve together now, and he lets his head drop forward, teeth grazing Damon's shoulder before he kisses it. His strokes don't exactly match the timing of his thrusts, but he's close to it, and he's starting to lose himself in the heat. His face nudges in against Damon's throat and his breath is hot against his neck. ]
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Date: 2020-11-25 04:59 pm (UTC)His hands slide down Damon's thighs, easing his legs wider as he settles in between them. His tongue keeps teasing, until he pushes the tip of it inside, and there's a soft moan from him as he does. He works his way in and out, teasing and tasting, until his tongue makes a rhythm of it.
Only when he feels Damon relax does he lift up, and ease his finger inside instead. Then, as he presses in and starts to fuck his hand back and forth, he kisses his way up Damon's spine. ]
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Date: 2020-11-28 07:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-03 03:59 am (UTC)Lube?
[ Because while he doesn't doubt that Damon could take it without, he's not going to go there. ]
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Date: 2020-12-03 09:10 am (UTC)( He says it, breathlessly.
Yeah, this is happening with lube. He planned on lube. He's not into that kind of encounter. Guy or girl, they have to be into it. And they have to be wet or lubed. )
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Date: 2020-12-03 10:34 am (UTC)Okay.
[ His lips press against Damon's ear, then his neck. The finger teasing him gently withdraws, and for a moment Michael's weight disappears as he sits up. Then his fingers are back, two of them now, coated in something slick and cool that warms with the skin between them. He pushes in, and he's careful, easing his way past tense muscles until he has a steady rhythm, in and out, a precursor of what's to come. Then his weight returns, body sliding against Damon's, and he's kissing a trail along his shoulder, tugging skin with his teeth, flashing his tongue against it. ]
Relax, [ he murmurs, as he pushes his fingers deeper, curving them as he moves them, trying to find the angle Damon likes. ]
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Date: 2020-12-03 07:52 pm (UTC)At a certain angle Damon does let out a moan, Michael finding what he's looking for, so to speak, clutching the bedding below him. )
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Date: 2020-12-04 12:53 pm (UTC)Then, there's the press of something thicker, something already slick with lube. Even now, Damon's so tight that Michael lets out an urgent, soft moan, and his body curves over his boyfriend's as he pushes in. The instinct to take him at once is strong, but he doesn't. He goes gently, easing himself in, stretching Damon around him. His hands slide up along his back, and then over his shoulders, as if he could pin him in place.
Then his hips are rolling inwards, and he's moving, a slow rhythm at first that gets faster. His knees push into the bed and his head dips, letting him kiss whatever skin he can find. Already, conscious thought is drifting from him. All he wants is to touch. ]
Damon, [ he whispers, and his nails scratch down across that perfect skin, while heat builds in his stomach. ]
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Date: 2020-12-05 06:53 am (UTC)Damon stays braced, hands against the mattress.
Once Michael finds that rhythm and that angle, Damon lets out little breaths. He bites his lip. He gives himself over fully, letting Michael fill him up, letting Michael have something that no one ever has. )
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Date: 2020-12-10 04:23 pm (UTC)They get there, though. His body curves over Damon's and he rolls his hips, eyes fluttering shut when he can finally take him completely. His arms slide beneath Damon and he pulls him up against him, giving him a nicer angle, and letting him reach around to wrap his hand around his cock. Their bodies can curve together now, and he lets his head drop forward, teeth grazing Damon's shoulder before he kisses it. His strokes don't exactly match the timing of his thrusts, but he's close to it, and he's starting to lose himself in the heat. His face nudges in against Damon's throat and his breath is hot against his neck. ]