pink skirts and punk love (muke a.u.) [discontinued]

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Michael

Luke was at my house again because he claimed that he liked it a lot. He was also wearing the skirt I got him almost everyday and it made me really happy.

"Mikey..." Luke mumbled while sprawled on my dark colored sheets.

He was easily spotted due to his bright colored dressing in contrast to my sheets. His skirt was slightly ridden up, exposing a part of his milky white thigh.

God, he looked so hot.

"Since when did I become Mikey?" I asked him, walking over to the bed from my desk.

"Since now!" He giggled as he rolled over to where I was sitting.

As days passed, Luke became more comfortable with me. He often acted little baby, whining when things don't go his way. But he was a sweetheart and I guess I was completely smitten by him.

"Could we go and watch a movie? Like Pitch Perfect Two or something?" He asked, fiddling with one of my bracelets on my hand.

"Sure, what do you wanna watch?"

"I don't know... Could we just go to the cinema first?"

"Okay, but we're taking the bus because I don't have a driving license," I admitted, embarrassed.

"Oh my god, Mikey doesn't know how to drive!" He squealed in amazement.

"Hey! It's not as if you know how to," I defended, playfully slapping his buttocks.

"Owie," he groaned, rubbing the biggest muscle of his body.

"Come on, let's get going," I went to change into my tee and skinny jeans, grabbing a jacket just in case I was chilly.

He hooked his hands onto mine as we walked to the bus stop. Well, he was skipping.

Once the bus came, we sat at the very back, he was in the window seat and I was beside him. I snaked my hand around his waist, pulling him close to me.

"Mikey," he mumbled, blushing.

"Hmm?" I responded, having a tighter grip on him.

He used his soft hands to bring my hand to the inside of his left thigh. I squeezed it softly and he let out a squeal, covering his mouth.

"You wanted me to do that, didn't you," I smirked.

"Uh well, yeah..." He mumbled shyly.

"We're on the bus Lukey," I squeezed his thigh again as he tried not to make any noises.

His skin was as soft as silk and it was a pleasure touching it.

My hand remained there for the remainder of the bus ride.

I LOVE TOUCHY THIGHS THING BETWEEN MUKE AND CAKE IDEK ITS A KINK!

Hope y'all enjoyed lol.

xoxo
-nie