Punk, more or less

Kitten and Sir

AN/ There's a bit of smut at the end :D Just a bit ^^

"Luke." Calum says, happily as he sees me, the guys were all sat down on the 2 couches in the room, watching some kind of movie with beers and cola's all around. I look over at Michael, he was looking at me sadly, the kitten ears in his hands.

I walk over to him and he opens his arms for me so I sit down on his lap, curled up as much as I could be while he wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm sorry about how I acted, do you forgive me, my lion?" I ask him, I noticed a slight blush on his cheeks at the nickname and he nods.

"Of course, Kitten. I'm sorry for how I acted, do you forgive me?" He asks me.

"Only if you put my kitten ears back on." I tell him, he nods and puts them back on, then he moves my hair out of my face and runs his finger down my cheek.

"Kiss me." I whisper to him, he looks shocked but then his eyes go down to my lips and he licks his lips.

"Don't tell me what to do." He whispers.

"Do it or you won't get to see anymore panties." I tell him.

"Oh, you're threatening me now ey?" He asks me, a playful tone in his voice.

"Yes, yes I am." I whisper to him, he shakes his head and then presses a kiss to my cheek.

"Tonight baby, when you're in my arms and nobody is watching us." He whispers to me, I nod shyly, leaning my head against his shoulders.

We watched a few movies before Paul and Dylan had to leave, Max going with them since he was their ride, they seemed like really nice people and it's odd since people always warn you about those no good punks with their tattoos and piercings.

Michael grabbed my hand and walked upstairs with me, into his room.

"Ehm, again I don't have anything for you to wear to sleep in, I mean you can sleep in that if you want." Michael mutters, pointing lazily to my outfit.

"Ehm, yeah I can sleep in this." I reply, he nods and leads me to a bathroom, handing me a spare toothbrush and then we brushed out teeth together. Michael kept pulling faces at me, making foam fall out of his mouth, which caused me to giggle and foam fell out of my mouth.

"I ehm, I'll go ehm sleep on the couch." Michael sighs, awkwardly looking around. I grabbed his hand and pulled him with me, over to the bed.

"Don't be silly, sleep here with me." I tell him, he shakes his head.

"I sleep in just my boxers, you'd get uncomfortable." He tells me. I frown and then smile a little.

"But Kitten wants cuddles." I tell him, pouting at him. I could tell he tensed up as he looked me over, I was cuddled up under his cover, my hands stretched out to make grabby hands at him.

"Kitten, we really shouldn't." Michael whispers to me, almost like he was afraid to say it too loud.

"But Kitten doesn't want to sleep without you." I tell him, hoping my big eyes and pout would make him change his mind.

"No, look I'm going to the couch and I'll sleep there, goodnight Kitten." He huffs, he was walking towards the door when a new idea came into my head.

"Well then I'm afraid Kitten has to touch himself in secret, Sir." I say, Michael stops and turns to look at me, his eyes dark and a smirk on his face.

"Oh really?" He asks me, I nod slowly and push the cover away from me, slowly guiding my hand down over my sweater clad stomach and down to his boxers.

"Kitten is really, really hard for you Sir." I tell him, his eyes flicker down to my bulge and then back up to my eyes.

"What do you want me to do about it, Kitten?" He asks me, leaning against his closed door, smirking at me.

"I can take care of myself, you're welcomed to watch." I tell him, I look down and notice the bulge in his jeans.

I play with the band off his boxers, waiting for him to reply, when he doesn't I slip my fingers under the fabric of his boxers and moan softly as I begin pumping slowly.

"Hmm Michael." I moan as I slip my thumb over my slit, I pull the boxers down further with my free hand.

"F-fuck." Michael moans too, I open my eyes and look at him, he was pulling his jeans down, his t-shirt already discarded.

Closing my eyes again and pumping faster I didn't see Michael walks closer to the bed, until his hot breath ran down my neck as he spoke.

"You're such a little slut, touching yourself like that just to turn me on." He whispers.

"M-Michael." I moaned out, feeling his fingers on my leg.

"Don't get cum on my sweater." He warns me, I let go of myself and sit up, pulling his sweater off of me and throwing it on the floor.

"Finish yourself off, little slut. I'll sit back and watch." Michael says, his lips leaving a soft kiss on my neck, he grabbed his boxers and pulled them down my legs, leaving me completely naked.

I watched Michael strut over to the chair, turning it around and sitting down on it, his eyes caught mine and he winked at me, making me blush.

"Go on then." He said, his eyes moving from my eyes, down my chest and down to my throbbing member.

I nervously took a breath and tried to pretend Michael wasn't there, I wrapped my hand around myself again, starting to slowly pump. As I slid my thumb over my tip and felt a shiver run down my spine, the feeling of Michael watching me left. I raised my free hand, letting a finger slip between my lips, slicking it up. 

AN/ Smut in the next chapter!! ^^