Michaels in Love
by KUSEPONG
In a world where every love story feels unique, there are those rare souls destined to share the same name, the same desires, and sometimes, even the same heart.
In Michaels in Love, five men named Michael cross paths ac...
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The silence inside the men's locker room was deafening. The only sounds breaking through the stillness were the frenzied exchange of our kisses, the gasps of our breath, the occasional moans escaping our lips, and the sound of our hands exploring each other's bodies with urgent need.
"Oh, Mike... Aaahh..."
"Michael... Michael... Uuuuggghhh!" he moaned in a voice that sent shivers down my spine, my name spilling from his lips like a spell, intoxicating and primal. My lips were buried against his neck, savoring the warmth of his skin as I kissed him deeply.
In one swift motion, Mike tugged at the towel wrapped around my waist, letting it fall soundlessly to the floor.
I stepped back, startled, my arms momentarily loosening their embrace.
Standing there, completely exposed with my underwear, I saw the hunger flare in his eyes as they roamed over my bare body. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, a soft groan escaping him. The intensity of his gaze felt like fire against my skin.
The white towel that had been my last shred of modesty now lay crumpled at my feet, discarded by his hands. The heat between us became unbearable as we surrendered to each other. Our lips collided again, more desperate this time, and my breath hitched as I felt the hardened length of his arousal press against me. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure straight through my core.
"Uuuugghhhh, fuck! Michael, aaahh... aaaahh!" Mike groaned, his voice low and sultry, making my body tremble in response.
Our mouths devoured each other with an insatiable hunger, tongues intertwining in a dance as if they were made to find one another. The quiet around us amplified every sound—the wet clash of lips, the ragged breaths we shared, the faint tremors of our bodies giving in to pure desire.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to my neck. His kisses were both tender and wild, his tongue tracing paths of fire across my skin. From my neck, he moved to my jawline, then to my ear, his breath warm and tantalizing.
"Aaaaahhh, Mike..." I groaned, unable to contain the tremor in my voice as he claimed my lips again.
This—this was the most exquisite kiss I had ever known. Every nerve in my body was electrified. His saliva tasted intoxicatingly sweet, and I wanted nothing more than to consume him whole. I found myself savoring it, desperate to drink every drop of him.
His hands roamed with purpose, caressing my neck, gliding down to the curve of my backside. The way his fingers gripped me ignited something primal within me—a yearning to give myself to him completely, to let him claim every part of me.
My trembling hands found their way to his towel, yanking it free. It fell to the floor as I kissed him, starting from his lips and trailing downward, lingering on his neck. My tongue traced over his collarbone, tasting the saltiness of his sweat as I worked my way to his shoulders.
