the last brushstroke destroys the painting [muke af]

seventeen +

trigger warning : light mentions of self-harm

seventeen +

Luke left bruises upon Michael's neck, his hips thrusted into Michael faster as they both reached a new peak.

Michael whined, his head thrown back into his plush pillows. He pulled Luke closer, his ankles digging into the older boy's back.

"Almost there, baby boy, keep going." His voice was soothingly low. His toes dug into the sheets as his sloppy thrusts moved Michael's bed.

Mike cried out a scream of over-stimulated pleasure. He released quickly between the two, his mouth open wide as his throat couldn't emit any more sounds.

Luke moaned, filling up the condom, the only thing keep them separate. He continued the steady thrusts, his teeth biting into the skin of Michael's shoulder. He was panting and sweating, whispering words of affection leaving his mouth as he pulled out.

Michael laid flat on the bed, a hand resting over his forehead. His eyes watched Luke get up, disposing of the latex.

The older boy jumped back onto the bed, cuddling into Michael's side. "Hi," he said. He pressed a kiss to Mike's chest.

The colored-haired boy laughed, "You're so awkward."

"Sorry that I want to have a casual conversation with the man I just fucked. Wanna make you feel better since you might not move for a week."

"With or without your dick, I probably won't move for a week."

Luke laughed, his eyes looking up at Michael. "That is definitely the best thing you have ever said."

"I say a lot of funny things!" Mike defended. His hand fell to Luke's back, a comforting rest position.

"Stop lying, we all know you don't." Luke sat up, reaching at the end of the bed for his boxer shorts. He slid them on, almost falling off the bed.

"I like your tattoo, man," Michael said.

Luke looked at this knee, the 'M' freshly heeled. "Thanks. Some stupid wanna-be punk rock did it." He got back in bed, handing Michael the sweats he was previously wearing.

Mike wiggled into them, purposely kicking Luke. "That's not very nice."

Luke rolled over, laying on top of Michael. He had his two legs on either side of Mike's bare torso, his hands flat on his tattooed chest. "I love it."

Michael looked down at their position, his hands rubbing up and down his legs. Their were red lines up across the skin, and Mike figured they'd be there. "These are old, right?"

Luke nodded, "Really old."

"Proud of you," Michael looked up at Luke, "Really proud."

The blonde leant down, grinding upon Mike's crotch before kissing his lips. "Tell me something I don't know about you." Their lips ghosted over each other as Michael tried to think of something.

"You know a lot, though."

Luke shrugged, "There's gotta be something."

Michael bit his lip as it crossed his mind. "Do you remember the first time we did it?"

He giggled, sitting up and leaning against Michael's bent knees. "Yeah, it was against your fucking door."

"That was my first time," he admitted. A blush rose to his cheeks as he stopped looking straight at Luke.

"You're kidding, right?" He froze.

Michael shook his head from left to right.

"Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. I would have made it so much more romantic and," he paused, "fuck, I didn't even prep you."

Michael laughed, reaching up his hands to rub over Luke's cheeks. "It's okay, it was amazing."

Luke chuckled, "I'm sorry."

Michael pulled him closer, wrapping him up in the bedsheets. He was his bed sheet lover, and he meant the world to Mike. "Stop it, silly."

The older man left kisses from Michael's hipbone then up to his chest. He pecked chaste love bites over his prominent collarbones, his stubble tickling Michael's skin. He stepped over, his legs on either side of Mike. "Let me make love to you."

Michael nodded, their noses, foreheads, and finally lips touching. Everything was slow, their movements careful. Mike rested his fingers on Luke's bony ribs, feeling the warm skin he loves so much.

Luke watched the boy below him wither into a state of uncontrollable bliss beckoning his bloodstream. He watched the pale skin add a tinted hue of red as his face scrunched up with pleasure more than pain.

He makes his way down, his hands wandering the body below him. "Beautiful," he whispers in the silent air, "So beautiful."

Michael smiled. He curled his hips up, grinding over Luke's crotch. Luke moaned out, begging for his touch to crave over his body once more.

The feeling of Luke over Michael, in Michael, was something that never left the younger boy's mind. It was everything he needed, everything he dreamt of, everything he needed. Luke was his first, and he hopes he'll be his last.

Their hips meet in the middle, skin slapping against each other echoing the large bedroom. The full moon shown through the shades, lighting up their silhouettes with an eerie glow.

Michael whispers his love for Luke, he knows the blonde can hear him. Mike would never confess his love just to hear it back. It's okay to not be loved back.

Luke has never felt so loved in his entire life.

(a/n) sorry for the late update.

here's an update on my life, if you'd like.

i was at APMA on wednesday and it was AMAZING. i can't believe jack barakat is even a real human. like, i've seen him before, i've had a conversation with him before, but i'm constantly surprised at the fact that he's actually a real life human being. he's so lanky with these tight jeans and cute booty. god bless.

the following day was warped. i work as a photographer for a magazine, so i was shooting the day for them. i'm extremely sunburnt, but it was so worth it. i can't even summarize all the amazing things that happened yesterday. everyone is beautiful.

you can check out my photos on my personal twitter @/sophiesandmusic and they will be on my blog sophiesandmusic.tumblr.com and instagram @/sophiesandmusic one point today.