Michael
Over the years I've learned how Luke gets when he's horny. He thinks I don't know, but I've learned. I still act like I don't know when he wants something, but I let him keep going because he's just so innocent with it.
We were sitting on the couch watching a movie, and all day, Luke had been acting so sweet and cuddly. On the outside he looks like an angel, but I know the dirtiest thoughts are flooding his mind.
He was curled up on my lap, and he kept stretching his neck up to brush his nose against my jaw. He would purposefully squirm around on me, and I'd be lying if I said that didn't affect me.
I decided to tease him a little more by running my hand down to his bum before telling him I was going up to bed.
"You're going to bed?" He asked, and I smirked to myself, but turned back to him.
"Yeah. It's past eleven. Unless you wanna do something else?" I asked, and watched as he nervously picked at his fingernail.
He shook his head, and looked down, but I know he'll come begging in a few minutes.
I walked up the stairs, and I heard his small footsteps follow me.
"Michael?" He asked and I turned to look at him. He walked past me, and stood in front of our bedroom door.
"I w-wanna do something actu- I want y-you to do s-something before you g-go to bed." He said, and I could tell he was nervous. He's always been shy about the topic of sex.
"What?" I asked, and he looked up at me through his eyelashes.
"Eat me out.." He whispered, and I had him laying on his stomach within seconds.
