O Sol e a Lua

Note to Self

(There will be a bit smut in this chapter be warned!!!)

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Manhattan, New York
6/15/2099

Miguel couldn't help but love- no, adore- the expression on [Y/n]'s face, drool and tears slipping into the pillows as the sound of wet sounds of Miguel's hips crashing into [Y/n]'s ass, Miguel ravished in every move and sound.

This was his dream come true, having the pretty boy begging under neath him as he fucks him right, his cock deep into [Y/n]. It all felt too good to be true, the way [Y/n] felt so tight around him, the way his eyes were glossy and rolled back, the way his back as arched and legs wide open.

The lawyer was gripping Miguel's shoulders tightly, leaving red claw marks on his skin.

"Miguel..."

"Wake up you idiot!"

Miguel feels a pillow slap his face, making all feeling of pleasure come to a halt as he shoots awake, his hard on clearly showing through his blanket.

Miguel snaps his eyes at Gabriel, groaning as he places the thrown pillow over his hard cock, how inconvenient.

"Que?"
'What?'

Miguel snaps, his voice as deep as the sea, husky and rough on the edges in the morning specifically.

"You think I didn't see that?"

Gabriel raises a brow, his dark hair looking like golden honey under the sun. Miguel rolls his eyes, rolling onto his burly side as he covers himself up with his blankets.

"Your weird man."

Gabriel laughs, trying to ease the tension between his older brother and himself, though part of him couldn't help but wondered what got him worked up. Not in a million years would someone expect the Miguel O'hara to be...well hard, not after- you know.

"Shut it Gabriel."

Miguel demands under a gravely voice, as if it could shake the core of the earth itself with his deepened morning octaves. He- as in Miguel- didn't remember much from last nights, a blurred image of [Y/n], another of Matthew in a dark corridor, and Lyla being as cocky as the hero was. But Gabriel? He knew exactly what happened, poor guy had to knock some sense into Miguel before he would do anything, especially with the way Miguel burned holes into [Y/n]'s boyish face and even more charming body.

"So you kinda passed out...!"

Gabriel laughs nervously, yet Miguel quickly shoots up from his position on the somewhat luxurious bed, dark eyes shifting around his room for further explanation.

"I what?"

"Passed out."

Who knows what type of disbelief Miguel was in, pushing himself to pay attention to his little brother even more- something rare truly- to understand what the actual fuck happened yesterday.