kitten || muke au

eighteen

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the last bell of the day rung, and michael walked out of his last class and to the tree. ace skipped up next to him, smiling.

"hey, birthday boy." ace greeted, ruffling up his hair a bit.

"quit it." michael laughed, smoothing his hair down.

"hey, so have you asked luke about me coming over?" ace asked, setting his backpack down next to michael on the grass.

it became somewhat of a routine to meet up at the tree near the gates and just sit and talk.

"yeah, he said it's cool as long as you ask liam first."

ace grumbled quietly to himself. "why." he whined.

"because he doesn't want anyone mad at him. he's just being a good owner, ace. ask liam."

ace rolled his eyes, "but he might say no."

"go." michael smiled, shoving ace's shoulder.

"fine. but if he says no I'll be upset with you."

"not my fault." michael said, enjoying how playful the conversation was.

suddenly, a short honk is heard and michael looks up.

luke's signature black bmw is parked at the gate entrance.

"I gotta go, ace. see you tomorrow." michael says, patting ac on the back.

"bye. happy birthday."

*

michael was surprised when he got home with a small cake and a pink bag sitting on the table.

"thank you, lukey." he cooed, kissing his dominate's cheek.

"of course, kitten. do you want a piece?"

after eating cake michael was told to wash up.

"put these on." luke handed him the pink bag. "I'll be in my office, okay?"

michael nodded, rushing upstairs and quickly turning on the shower.

he peeked in the bag and gasped slightly.

while the water was heating up michael dumped the colorful lace panties on his bed.

there were at least fifteen, but michael couldn't be bothered to count them. he quickly jumped into the shower and cleaned himself up, noticing his hard-on as he got out.

he slipped on the bright pink one with small bows at the hips. he grabbed a white tee-shirt and pulled it on, his cheeks reddening as he walked down the stairs.

*

luke was hot and flustered and he sat in his office swivel chair waiting for small feet to walk near his door.

his hard-on was extremely painful against his black jeans and he resisted he urge to palm himself.

he waited for what seemed like days, playing with his lip ring and shifting in his seat to distract himself.

finally he heard the soft movement of feet above him and heard michael walking down the stairs. luke picked up a book he was currently reading and a red pen to make it look like he was busy.

"sir," michael called from outside the door. "may I come in?"

luke cleared his throat, "come in, kitten."

the door was pushed open and luke is met with a small furry with bright pink hair and light brown ears and tail. he's perfect.

luke grabbed the card on his table and held it out to michael.