Michaels in Love (BoyXBoy) English

Chapter 12 - Season 1: The Serenade

As the warm water rinsed over Mike's body, I knelt before him, taking in the sight of his eager length. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth.

The flushed tip, firm and throbbing, was impossible to resist. My lips moved over him as my hand stroked the base, feeling every inch of his length. His guttural moans filled the room, his voice raw with pleasure.

"Uuuuuuuuuh... Damn it! Michael... Sheeet... Aaaaaah..." he groaned, losing himself completely in the moment.

I moved lower, trailing my tongue over his sensitive skin, teasing his balls before taking one into my mouth. My hand continued its steady rhythm, driving him closer to the edge.

Suddenly, Mike pulled me up with unexpected strength, his eyes serious and intense. The room fell silent as he stared into my eyes and softly said, "I love you."

Without a word, I wrapped my arms around him, whispering back, "I love you too, Mike."

He kissed me deeply, pouring all his emotions into the embrace. His lips traveled down to my neck, leaving trails of warmth. When he reached the hollow of my throat, he pressed harder, his lips marking me with a passionate red bruise.

"Aaaaaaaaah, Mike..." I exhaled, shivering as his tongue trailed lower, brushing against the base of my neck. His hands roamed over my chest, teasing my nipples as his tongue danced over my shoulders. The friction of his arousal pressed against my firm backside, and I couldn't help but respond.

"Aaaaaaah, Mike... aaaaah..." I groaned, matching his rhythm with my own strokes.

I could feel what Mike wanted—to claim me completely. The thought sent waves of heat through me.

"Mike... press harder, but don't enter just yet. I'm not ready," I whispered.

"Don't worry, my love," he reassured me. "Just hold it tight."

"Okay," I replied, breathless.

Mike grabbed the apricot-scented shower gel, lathering his rigid length before positioning it against my firm cheeks. I tightened around him, feeling his warmth and hardness as I stroked myself.

"Aaaaah, Michael... Aaaaah... I'm close... Aaaaaaah!" he groaned, his voice deep and rough as he quickened his pace.

I felt a surge of warmth spill between my thighs as he released, his body trembling against mine.

"Aaaaaaaaaah... Michael... You feel incredible... Uhmmmm..." he whispered, licking my cheek as his body shook with pleasure. The sensation left me gasping, my body surrendering completely.

Before long, another release overtook me, my own climax spilling under the relentless rhythm of his continued movements.

"Michael... Aaaaaah..." he moaned again, his voice ragged yet filled with satisfaction.

"Yes, Mike... Aaaaaah... I'm going to come again... Aaaaaaah!" I cried out, my body shuddering as we both reached the peak of pleasure.

The warm water washed away every trace of our passion as we leaned into each other, our breaths mingling in the steamy air. We kissed one last time, soft and lingering, before shampooing and rinsing off.

Once clean, we dried ourselves off, stepping out of the bathroom, a sense of peace and love radiating between us.

Mike's room wasn't just a room—it was an experience. It felt more like a high-end condo, designed with a mix of modern sophistication and personal touches that screamed comfort and luxury. A 46-inch flat-screen TV dominated one wall, its Dolby sound system promising a cinematic experience. Nearby, an Apple desktop computer sat on a sleek white desk, glowing faintly in standby mode. A mini fridge hummed quietly in the corner, flanked by three spacious cabinets that held an array of carefully curated clothes. A compact gym setup occupied one side of the room, while a king-size bed with a rich, dark chocolate bedspread took center stage. Beyond the sliding glass doors lay a wide terrace, offering breathtaking views of the skyline that sparkled like a thousand diamonds against the velvet night sky.