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Whipped ~K

Warning: Smut (;

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Michael, Luke, Ashton, and Calum were sat in the lead singer's house for one of their usual hang outs. They talked loudly to each other in between shoving pizza into constantly hungry mouths. The band was scattered across various couches in chairs as they became immersed in some horror movie playing on TV.

Luke was wrapped in his boyfriend, Michael's, arms, snuggling into his warm chest contently. Every once in a while, the currently black haired boy would place a soft kiss on Luke's face, murmuring about how beautiful he was in his ear. The blonde, of course, would blush and giggle, hiding his burning face into the crook of Michael's neck.

"You're so perfect, Princess." The punk whispered, pressing his lips to Luke's for a short second.

The younger bit down on his lip to hide a smile, but it didn't work. Michael tightened his grip on his boyfriend that was snuggled impossibly close to his side.

Calum looked over at the cuddle boys. He wrinkled his nose and made a gagging sound at them. Michael shot him a glare, flipping the bassist off. Around the same moment, Ashton walked in with a bowl of popcorn.

The buttery aroma swirled over to Michael, filling up his sense and making his mouth water. Despite the numerous slices of pizza he just devoured, the smell of popcorn was just too irresistible.

"Hey, Lukey?" Michael whispered, prodding the younger's shoulder. Luke's big blue eyes lifted to look at his boyfriend, silently questioning him. "Could you please get me some popcorn?"

"Why don't you just get it yourself?" Calum half joked from where he was squished together beside Ashton.

"No, no. I'll get it." Luke smiled, unraveling himself from Michael's arms and moving towards the kitchen.

Calum imitated a whip cracking when the blonde disappeared from the room. "Damn, that boy's whipped."

"Yeah, he does anything for me." Michael chuckled. Calum's dark eyes widened and shuddered, causing Michael to laugh even louder.

"But for real... He's never said no when I ask him for something. It's really cute." The punk smiled. Their conversation carried on in more depth about Luke being whipped.

Meanwhile, he stood in the kitchen, listening to every word while the popcorn rotated in the microwave. Luke frowned to himself.

He didn't do that much for Michael... He only got food for him when he wanted it, or started his bath, or picked out his clothes, and he usually drove him places......

Okay maybe he was a little whipped.

As the popcorn began its final pops, Luke thought further about his relationship. He's never been the one in charge, and that's okay most of the time. But he didn't want to lose anymore Man points, so maybe it would be okay to change that for one night...

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Soon enough, Ashton and Calum were saying their goodbyes. Luke sat fidgeting behind Michael as the punk closed the door behind their friends.

Michael turned around stretching a bit, eye brow raising at Luke who was looking quite nervous. "What's wrong, pr-" His words were suddenly cut off, a surprised sound leaving his throat.

Luke had closed the space between them, connecting their lips in one fluid motion. He tried not to overthink everything before he chickened out.

Luke gripped Michael's hips, backing him into the adjacent wall. He pushed his tongue into the smaller's mouth, heart flying at the speed of light as the kiss grew sloppier.