𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 // 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑘

29.

.𝑇𝑊𝑂 𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑆 𝐿𝐴𝑇𝐸𝑅.

"Fuck."

It's all Mike can say as Derek collapses on him, all sweaty and hot, smelling like sex and an aroma that is so uniquely Derek it almost hurts.

"Mmm," Derek murmurs, pulling out of Mike and flopping down next to him, breathing audibly a bit off.

Mike tilted his head to the side to watch the boy breathe for a little while longer before he has a warm body at his side and a nose nuzzling into his neck in an endearing way that Mike can almost coo at. It's moments like these that steal Mike's breath away. Derek fits at his side in a manner that's almost too perfect to be true. His eyes are shut peacefully and his long, full lashes fan across his cheeks that seem to look exceedingly softer after sex, making him look angelic in every way possible. His caramel skin is glowing in a way that captivates and draws Mike in, like a moth to a flame. And now Mike is able to push back the longer, curly chestnut brown hair seeing as Derek decided he can't be bothered to get a haircut.

Mike thinks that moments like these, when the smell of sex and sweat is still lingering in the air and the sound of their rugged draws of breath fill the air, are the moments that Mike would more than willingly trade his soul for to the devil in order to keep forever and ever.

"Mikey, why are you staring at me?" Derek asks, tone whiny as he hides his face from loving brown eyes, cheeks reddening.

"You're just so beautiful, Derek," Mike breathes, turning his head so he can kiss the top of the older man's head before nuzzling his face into the soft hair.

Derek laughs, causing hot air to hit Mikes skin, making the nineteen year old shiver. "You're such a crazy sap," he mutters, fingers dancing across the curly-haired boy's chest, tracing every muscle.

"You love me," Mike replies simply, only half-teasing. They've said it a million times, Mike knows, but he can't help but want each 'I love you' to have some sort of meaning, some sort of promise. So yeah; maybe he is a 'crazy sap' as Derek puts it, but he's a crazy sap who's in love so really he can't help it.

Derek hums, pulling away from Mike to sit up and look down at him, lazy grin plastered on his face. "Maybe," he mused, bending down so his face is centimeters from Mikes face. "If you let me carry you to the shower."

And with that, there's a peck to the other's lips and Derek is sitting up straighter now, looking expectingly at his other half. It's a huge problem they face, saying no to each other. Mike can never deny Derek of anything, wanting the boy to have the world and so much more. Derek claims that 'those fucking curls and goddamn dimples' get him every single time. Mike's never counted himself so lucky with his looks before that confession.

Mike lets out a dramatic sigh that comes hand in hand with a goofy grin, sitting himself up and throwing his legs over the side of the bed, standing up and stretching a bit, wincing when he notices the pain in his ass.

Derek barks out a laugh, smirking. "Someone's ass a bit sore?" He coos, wicked glint in his eye as he runs a hand through his already mussed up hair.

Mike rolls his eyes, smiling despite Derek' teasing. "Ass," he quips back, as Derek holds out his arms for the other boy.

Mike crawls over, sitting up on his knees and wrapping his arms around Dereks neck, nose nuzzling into the other's cheek. Derek immediately moves his arm behind Mikes knees, picking the boy up bridal style. He always finds it amusing that even though Mike is very insistent on being dominant in certain things, he also loves to be coddled in moments like these. It's one of the many things Derek loves, mostly because it shows that Mike isn't afraid to show his softer side to the curly-haired boy, something that can only make a certain set of dimples more obvious at the mere thought.

Derek carries the duo to their well-sized bathroom, placing his better half down as he hopped on the sink counter. Mike; turning, he starts up the shower, shutting the door because, according to Derek, "it's like we're in a shit porno if we get the place all steamy; don't you want to be in a shit porno with me, Mikey?" and yeah; Mike will never admit it, but the idea of being in a shit porno with Derek sounds exciting and sexy.

Derek lets out a soft whine, causing Mike to roll his eyes and smile fondly. He makes his way over between two thighs, small hands resting and fingers splaying on top perfectly as he leans into Derek's personal space, nose bumping into nose.

Derek tries to go cross-eyes in order to look Mike in the eye but quickly gives up, and before he knows it, Mike has a pair of soft lips on his. Even after the many times the twenty-one year old has felt those lips against his, it's still the best kiss he's ever experienced.

Mike knows it'll only take a few short seconds for Derek to get bored of the chaste kisses they're currently sharing, and he mentally pats himself on the back because he's definitely right.

Before long, Mike can feel a tongue prodding against his lips. Feeling a bit like playing hard to get, Mike keeps his mouth shut, pausing the movement of his lips. This only extracts a whine from the smaller boy, his prodding becoming more forceful and demanding. Still, Mike refuses to open the temple that is his gorgeous mouth, opting to smirk against Dereks' mouth instead.

Big mistake.

A few seconds later, Mike feels Dereks' teeth sink into his bottom lip, and he lets out a gasp because of course Derek is playing dirty; he's already proven what a dirty boy he is just a mere twenty minutes ago.

Mike groans as Derek snakes his tongue into the younger boy's mouth, tongue exploring territory to a map he knows by heart, still eager to take in everything it has to offer even though he's had Mike countless times before. He always comes back for more.
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