want you back ✦ 06

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6 - breaking ✦

Who was it that lead you on?
That makes you want to hurt me so?
Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?

You make breaking hearts look so easy.
Seems like you've done this before.

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warning: smut

But one if not both did because one moment they were dancing and the next they were kissing.

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Michael's hand was cold against Luke's flushed cheeks.

He thought about the last time he and Luke kissed. His lips were still as soft and he still smelled like Luke.

The younger man moved away first. He noticed tears in his eyes and frowned.

"Should we be doing this?" Luke asked quietly.

Michael's drunken mind said yes because it felt nice.

"Probably not," He agreed anyway. "We wouldn't want to break any hearts again, wouldn't we?"

Luke frowned. "What was that supposed to mean?"

Michael shrugged with his shoulders. He was always good at making Luke upset but it usually wasn't on purpose.

"Michael," Luke made him look in his eyes. "You broke up with me."

Michael looked away.

"You broke my heart."

"I broke up with you because I didn't want you to cheat on me."

The tears were back in Luke's eyes. "You're a fucking moron if you think I'd ever cheat on you."

To Michael's surprise, Luke kissed him.

It wasn't sweet and drunk anymore, it was anger and need.

Michael kissed back, moaning against Luke's lips.

In between kissed Luke groaned stupid multiple times. He wasn't sure who he meant but they were both stupid, that Michael agreed on.

He turned them around so Luke was laying under him on the couch.

There was a moment where they just stared into each other's eyes.

"You want this, right?"

Luke nodded, chasing another kiss.

Michael could feel how hard he was already so he teasingly squeezed the man's cock over his pants. Luke was a mess and Michael couldn't help but smile before kissing him.

"You haven't been fucked well in a long time, have you, baby boy?"

Luke whined and pushed his hips up. "Shut up."

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