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Phase Two:

⚠horribly written smut⚠

"Do you really want me to fuck you into oblivion over the sink?"

Luke was tempted to say yes, but they knew about the wrath of
Liz Hemmings.

"N-No.."

"Then why are you thinking about it?" Michael raised his brow

"I wasn't thinking about anything,"
Luke growled

"You really expect me to believe that when your eyes are filled with lust and desire?"

Luke pulled down his t shirt to hide anymore evidence. Michael chuckled at Luke's actions, pressing them on the door

"Just quickly, just to get rid of your little problem here."
Michael pressed his hips to Luke's

Their breath hitched, causing them to look up into Michael's eyes. Luke was about to speak but the older boys lips crashed into theirs.

Luke strangely didn't pull back, he continued kissing him and tilted their head to the side, Michael firmly grasped Luke's bum through their shirt, connecting their hips

Luke felt Michael against them, the older boys tongue sweeped acrossed the blonde's bottom lip, asking for entrance, which Luke fondly gave.

The duo's tongues fought for dominance, Michael of course won.
For that, the blonde wanted to win at something, so they made light thrusts
at Michael's hard on

"Don't do that doll,"
Michael moaned through the kiss

Luke didn't listen at all, they made quicker harder thrusts, causing Michael to break the kiss. Luke whined,

"Get on your knees" The older boy demanded

Luke got on their knees as they were told,

as they did, Luke lunged upright from his pillow.

"Why are my dreams s-"

"Hey luk- Oh my god.
I should have knocked"
Michael laughed

Luke was confused until they looked down at the evident bulge under their light blue sheets

"Get out"

"Ooo" Michael made childish noises
"Lukey got a hard on, dreaming about me, yeah?"

"No. I wasn't."

"Dreaming of me fucking you on every possible surface, hm?"

"N-No." Luke groaned
putting a pillow over his lap,
slipping his and underneath it

"Dreaming of me making your scream and squirm baby?"

"E-definitely not.."
Luke started to pump slowly

"Yes darling were, thinking about how full I'd make you feel.."

Luke went faster, trying to keep they're facial expressions calm

"I actually wasn't Michael." Luke lips pursed, they was getting closer to their goal, relief.

Michael walked over to them, tossing the pillow off of Luke. Putting his hand firmly around Luke's throbbing member executing a few hard jerks up, making Luke melt beneath him.

"Go get cleaned up baby" Michael bit his lip

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After that little....'incident', Luke trotted down stairs in a white skirt that stopped mid-thigh and a purple sweater with a white button down underneath.

"Mum, can go meet Ashton at the park? I promise I'll be back before seven," Luke begged

"Hm," Liz sighed
"If you don't call at six-thirty, I'm sending Jack to come get you, yeah?"

"But mum, I have a...thing later.."
Jack slouched

"By a thing he means he's gonna a
hook up with some girl."
Michael laughed

Michael's laughter was short lived, being that Jack nudged him in the ribs with his elbow.

Liz rolled her eyes,
"Michael, you're not busy later on are you?"

"Not at all Ms Hemmings."

"Okay, then if you could pick up Luke later on it would be wonderful."
Liz smiled

Luke's eyebrows rose higher than his quiff,
"No. I'll call trust me, I don't need him t-"

"Stop sassing and get going Lukey"
Liz nodded once

"Bye mum and Jack,"
Luke sighed
"And Michael..."