fight club. lh ; mc.

ocho. *

They're still lying on their sides, facing each other, when Michael finally, finally, slips his hand into Luke's pants and wraps a firm hand around his cock. Luke chokes on his own breath, shuddering as the boy's skilled hand moves up and down at a steady pace.

Luke has never been quiet in bed, and that much becomes apparent when Michael swipes his thumb over the head of the blonde's dick, twists just a little on the upstroke, because Luke's moaning, loud and high pitched, fucking his hips up involuntarily as he buries his face in the redhead's neck.

The older boy latches onto Michael's neck, biting and nipping at the smooth, porcelain skin to busy his mouth from letting out more cries of pleasure, stomach muscles jumping every time Michael's hand twists just right.

Michael's free hand comes up to tug at Luke's hair and pull the boy away from his neck, their eyes meeting as Michael does something with his hand that has Luke shuddering violently, a growl leaving his open mouth as he pants.

There's this weird, heavy air around them as they both steal glances at each other's lips, both wondering if kissing would be over stepping a line and would somehow make this whole thing seem more real.

Luke's about to take the plunge but he chickens out at last minute, instead bringing a hand up and tapping his index and middle fingers on Michael's bottom lip, forcing his mouth open as he jams the two fingers into his mouth, "Suck." he demands, watching with hooded eyes as Michael wraps his plump lips around Luke's fingers, sucking on them messily, getting them as wet as he could.

Luke shoves Michael's pants down with his free hand, ignoring the whine Michael emits when Luke's hand bumps against his hard dick. He pulls his fingers from the young boy's mouth, letting them trail between Michael's ass cheeks, tease around his hole before he's sliding one in, and when Michael's mouth falls open in a moan, that's when Luke takes his chance, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips to Michael's own.

There's something animalistic in the way they kiss each other, raw, broken lips moving together harshly. Luke forces his tongue into Michael's mouth in an attempt to prove that he's the alpha here, that Michael isn't going to overpower him even if he wants to. The wet slide of their tongues and the quick pace he's jamming his finger up Michael's ass has the redhead crying out, his grip going slack on Luke's dick as his brain struggles to keep up due to the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through his veins.

Luke pulls his finger out of Michael and slides back in with two, crooking them in what he knows is the perfect angle, because Michael's mouth falls slack against Luke's own as he positively shudders, hips bucking back onto Luke's fingers of their own accord. His hand is completely off of Luke's cock at this point, instead resting on Luke's hip because his brain is so set on the pleasure Luke is giving him that his whole body has turned to jelly.

The blonde enjoys this and holds his fingers on that spot, moving to brush his lips over Michael's ear, "So cute, the way you're falling apart on my fingers," he teases, biting on Michael's earlobe as his fingers start to work in and out of the younger boy once more, Luke making sure that he hits that bundle of nerves every time his fingers crook, "how would you feel if everyone down there knew that you were just a little powerbottom, hm? That when you're fucking, you're a sub who's a slut for fingers up his ass and a harsh mouth?"

Michael can't even reply, instead he lets out a moan so loud it could be a scream, his body tensing as he comes untouched, shooting up his belly and his chest, fingers digging into Luke's side as his orgasm violently rocks through him.

Luke doesn't think he's seen so much come in his life.

Luke doesn't give Michael much time to recover before he's slipping his fingers from the redhead's tight hole, pushing the boy over onto his back as Luke climbs over to straddle his chest, taking his own hard cock in his hand and beginning to jerk himself off, cock head almost tapping Michael's lips with how close it is.

"Gonna come all over that pretty face of yours," Luke pants, a rumbling moan escaping his lips. He slides his thumb over the head of his dick and he's gone, shooting come onto Michael's face, streams hitting Michael's chin, lips, nose and some of it even sticking in his eyelashes.

He looks beautiful, Luke thinks, all fucked out and abused.

The blonde climbs off of him, running a thumb through the mess he's made on Michael's face, dragging the come down and forcing his finger past Michael's lips. The young boy sucks eagerly, moaning at the taste of Luke's come on his tongue, and Luke swears he's never heard or seen something so dirty.

"You'll fuck me next time?" Michael asks once he's been fed all of Luke's come, his eyes hazy with post orgasm bliss.

Luke's belly flips when he thinks of the prospect of a next time, "Yeah, next time."