𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄.. - 𝐩𝐫𝐧 & 𝐦𝐣

chapter three

"You wrote out a contract to make me your fuck buddy?" Michael thought aloud, still in disbelief, he didn't know if he was offended or proud of himself for getting his biggest crush to formally ask to prostitute him.

"But you get something in return as do I." He shrugged.

"Why can't we just do this like two normal people?"

"Because nothing about me is normal, and I don't exactly know if I trust you yet."

"But you trust me enough to-"

"Listen, this is an offer that you can accept or refus-" Prince began before feeling Michael's soft, pink lips on his, the taste of him screwing the cap off of heaps of bottled desire.

"Just fuck me." Michael breathed against his lips, Prince's hands on the small of his back, pulling him onto his lap, his hands slowly rising, slipping underneath the thin material of the white t-shirt, Michael's skin under the pads of his fingers, the smooth skin soft to the touch.

"There's no goin' back after this." Prince mumbled, his tone husky as he released Michael's bottom lip gently held captive between his teeth causing it to bounce back into place.

"Can you handle it?" He added, his kiss slowly travelling to Michael's jaw as he ran his thumb over his nipple, sending a wave of pleasure through Michael's body, his breathing growing heavier with every elapsed second. The idea of what was happening was a lot to handle, Michael's body growing hot with anticipation and sexual excitement.

Prince's hands made their way underneath Michael's hips hoisting him up off of the couch as he stood up, Michael's lips on his as he maneuvered through the suite to the bedroom, resting Michael down on the bed.

Michael arched his back as Prince's lips met the skin of his neck, tingles shooting through his body, arousal the only thing he felt in the moment, his heart racing, the only thing he wanted being Prince.

"Yes." He gasped, the sharp inhale followed by an even heavier exhale as Prince ran his hand over the tent in Michael's pants.

"You like that?" Prince mumbled, his kisses on Michael's neck sure to leave hickeys as Michael's hands were in his mane, gripping and tugging on it; the petting and kissing becoming too much for Michael's body to handle, his hips jerking, an indicator that he wouldn't last too much longer.

Michael's response was a hum, his breathing shaky as Prince touched him, Michael grinding against his hand, his head burrowing into the bed as his back left it, his length throbbing.

"I-" He began, before Prince's hand slowly moved to the button of his jeans, undoing it as he slipped his hand under the waistband of his underwear, the presence of his hand on his stomach enough to make Michael shriek softly.

"Please." Michael whined as Prince's thumb ran over his tip, sending a wave of pleasure through Michael, causing his hips to jerk.

"Don't tease." He added, a slight whine in his tone as Prince's hand left his briefs, travelling to his nipple underneath his shirt. Michael's eyes shut as he bit his lip, arching his back further, Prince's kisses on his jaw clouding his judgement.

"Tell me what you want." Prince mumbled, kissing the shell of Michael's ear, his soul leaving his body for a minute feeling Prince's breath on his ear.

"I want you inside of me-- Right now." He mumbled drunkenly as Prince's free traveled down his thigh.

Michael had never been with anybody before, but Prince had been with a few guys, none of them as eager as Michael-- Not as appreciative. He felt like he owed it to Michael to make this the best fuck of his life, or a fuck that could only be bested by himself.

"Do you wanna ride?"

"I want you on top." Michael answered softly, his breath hitching in his throat, not so well-versed in being bold.

"Take your clothes off." He said to Michael, pushing himself up off of him and walking toward the edge of the bed, pulling the drawer of the nightstand open to retrieve all the things he would need, and pushed his boxers down and off of his hips, crawling back onto the bed to where Michael was laying, his head just below the headboard.

Michael laid there, his heart racing and his breath uneven as he watched Prince get ready, wondering if he should tell him or if he could handle it. His mouth went dry when he felt Prince's hand around his calf, pushing his leg toward his chest, his breath stuttering.

"I'm not gonna hurt you." Prince mumbled, lining himself up with Michael's entrance, kissing his neck in an attempt to distract him from what would only be temporary pain.

"Go slow." Michael mumbled, his hands on Prince's back.

"I'll take care of you, just relax."

Michael gasped, feeling Prince enter him slowly, his grip on his back gradually getting tighter as he whimpered, letting his guard down completely, his neck arching as Prince eased himself in, hitting Michael's spot when he was almost in.

"Right there." He breathed feeling Prince's lips wrap around his nipple, his chest rising and falling intensely as ecstasy dropped on top of him. He ran his fingers through Prince's hair as he kissed his chest, still fucking him slowly.

"I could get in so much fucking trouble for this." Prince mumbled placing his free hand on Michael's other calf, pushing both legs toward his chest, glancing up at him, an innocent look of lust in Michael's full, chocolate eyes.

"I won't tell." Michael mumbled as Prince straightened his back, looking down on him, slowly going deeper.

"It's our secret." Prince mumbled as Michael reached down to touch himself, his length begging to be touched.

"Fuck-" Michael gasped his stomach tensing as he took himself in his hand.

"You're perfect." Prince mumbled against Michael's lips before placing a small peck on them.

~*~

"Sign right there." Prince instructed, sitting up in the bed, a fuzzy felt blanket over both his and Michael's laps as he handed Michael the pieces of paper, a book behind them.

"Ok."

-END-

this book messy asl. click off now if your heart weak.

i hope this is the best smut you've ever read in your life <3.