Ripped Tights and Late Nights → Muke

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"Sorry I took so long," Luke apologises as he struts into the room, not pausing to close the door properly. Michael's thankful that the hinges take it upon themselves to close it for him.

Luke immediately settles on Michael's lap. The 'sex room' is small, a booth-like couch running along the back two walls, forming an 'L' shape. The couch was wide enough for two people to lie comfortably beside each other.

"I've missed you," Michael pouts, tilting his head back to let Luke loose on the pale canvas that is his neck.

"You've missed sex," Luke corrects, rolling his hips against Michael's. Michael wants to take things slow tonight, but Luke is so eager to get into it.

"Don't get much of that at home. Leah hasn't been very... giving lately. Lately being the last three years."

Luke scoffs, removing his hands from around Michael's neck and trailing them down his abdomen until he reaches the bottom of Michael's white button up while still rocking his hips. He proceeds to undo Michael's shirt slowly, one button in between neck kisses.

"You can't really complain that she's not 'very giving' when you come here at least once a week to get your sex fix."

Michael growls, flipping them over so he's hovering above Luke on the booth. Luke finishes undoing the last button and slips Michael's shirt over his shoulders where it falls, abandoned, to the carpeted floor.

"Don't act as if you don't love it," he says, untying Luke's black tie and gripping his thighs through his black skinny jeans. They're in almost identical outfits, except Michael's not wearing a tie and he doesn't look half as good in skinny jeans as Luke does.

Luke moans at Michael's words, craning his neck until he can bite at Michael's left nipple tauntingly. "How badly do you want it, daddy?"

Luke's teasing Michael, playing with him. The 'd' word shouldn't turn him on as much as it does. It shouldn't sound as innocent as it does falling from such plump pink lips.

Michael knows it's against the rules, but he's never cared less about rules. He tightens his hold on Luke's hips and keeps his thighs tight around Luke's own as he bends down and kisses the blond.

Luke reacts as he always does; eagerly. He's not supposed to kiss his customers, but Michael's special. Having sex with Michael doesn't feel like he's being paid to get someone off. Michael had always been that little bit more that Luke had always needed, always craved. He was just that little bit better at everything he did and it sparked something within Luke's chest constantly.

"Baby, baby, baby," Michael breathed, drawing back for air. "Slow down, yeah? We've got all night."

"You've got all night," Luke muttered, licking a thick line from Michael's navel to his throat. "I've got to work. I got customers to please."

At that, Michael made an unhappy noise in his throat; half groan, half grunt. "I should be the only customer you need to please."

Luke sighed, lifting himself up so his hands rested on Michael's shoulders and he sat squarely on the older man's lap. "If I am only allowed to see you, are you willing to pay for the customers that I miss out on? I've got bills to pay, Clifford."

"I just don't like the thought of you sleeping with other people," Michael whined, unbuttoning Luke's jeans slowly.

"I know, Michael. But, I'm a stripper. It's what I do."

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what do you guys think so far? I'm so excited for this :P

Chapters will be a lot longer!! this is still just a litte insight lol