Ripped Tights and Late Nights → Muke

eighteen +;

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Luke's lips are chapped from the wind and his insistent biting. His hands are slowly running under Michael's shirt, feeling the warm skin. Every time Michael pulls away to breathe, Luke's lips are chasing him, demanding contact.

Over the pounding of his heart and the blood rushing through his ears, Michael can hear Luke moaning. It's refreshing, hearing such familiarity in such a strange place. The boy's moans are accompanied by the honking and incessant chatter of New York at night that Michael can hear from twenty floors up.

"You're moaning."

"You're talking," Luke says, wrapping his arms around Michael's neck like a vice and pulling him down. Luke's kisses are getting sloppier; he's getting excited.

Michael grins into the kiss. This is his happy place. Honestly, anywhere with Luke is. Luke wraps his legs around Michael's torso and pulls him in, grinding up needily.

Michael bites back a groan at the friction, placing a hand on Luke's hip to still the younger man. He doesn't want things to move too quickly. "Slow down, Lukey. We've got all night."

They kiss a moment longer before Michael rolls off, landing next to Luke. Luke takes the hint and moves to straddle him. Luke looks flushed. His bright pink lips are swollen and his eyes are dark and blown wide.

It's not until Luke is straddling him that Michael remembers Luke is only in his underwear (and socks, but that's not important). He immediately recognises the panties as a pair he had bought for Luke, lilac and sheer and soft.

"Pretty baby girl," Michael whispers. Luke's breath hitches and he dives down to attach his lips to Michael; any part of him, jaw, neck, chest, he just needs contact.

Michael grabs Luke's ass and pulls it closer to him so Luke is sitting on the older man's stomach. While Luke is busying himself with sucking a hickey into Michael's pale skin, Michael quickly fumbles with his belt buckle and pants. It's hard work while lying down and he has to lift his hips, almost causing Luke to fall, but he manages it, leaving himself in only a shirt.

He keeps his shirt on because it's too cold to take it off and you dont need to be naked for sex. It'll be gross and sweat stained but in this moment he doesnt care. Everything is moving so fast but it feels like they've stopped in time. Noises from down below can still be heard and Michael can see the night sky through the window behind Luke. But right now, all Michael can focus on is his panting and the pretty boy atop him.

He slides his hands over the ridges of Luke's spine and beneath the material of his panties. Each of his hands hold one of Luke's ass cheeks and he squeezes once, cheekily, before sliding the panties down Luke's long legs.

"Do you need lube?" Michael asks theoretically. Of course Luke needs lube, but it's tucked away in his suitcase and he knows neither of them can be bothered to get it.

"Yes. There should be some in the top drawer beside you."

"You come prepared," Michael smiles, holding Luke with one hand and reaching toward the nightstand with the other.

"Wasn't me. When you reserve a couple's suite, lube usually comes with the room. And a condom."

"Stop talking, more prepping."

Michael slicks up a couple of his fingers with the lube and gently prods at Luke's hole with one. After a few minutes, Luke is breathing deeper above him.

"Add another," Luke breathes.

Michael does as he's told, adding more fingers until Luke whines that he's ready.

Michael knows Luke is tired, so he asks the younger man to climb off him and lay down in the middle of the bed. Michael settles above him, his dick hard and lubed up with a condom, pressing against his hole. He inches inside slowly, kissing Luke to distract him from the penetration.

No matter how often you take a cock up your ass, no matter how much prep you do, the first few seconds will always be uncomfortable.

The sex is slow and  sweet and there's so much love in the air and God Michael could get used to this. He looks down and sees Luke: sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, lips swollen, cheeks red. He smiles. He loves this tiny golden boy beneath him.

They lie there afterwards, cuddled up together. The lights from surrounding buildings light up their otherwise dark hotel room, and Michael finally understands the phrase 'New York is a city that never sleeps'.

"I love you," a soft voice says. Michael props himself up on one arm and looks at Luke, urging him to continue. "Thank you for bringing me here. Thank you for making love to me. Thank you for everything. I love you."

"No problem," Michael grins, kissing Luke's forehead. "I'd do anything for you, angel."

Luke falls asleep in Michael's arms. The next day michael has a business meeting with the executives of the firm. Rocher was supposed to go but he's overseas so Michael stepped in to take his place. It's uncommon for an associate to be at such an important meeting, but none of the partners could make it. Rocher thinks this will help Michael become a partner and really, Michael's willing to do anything. While he's at the meeting, Luke's going to pop into the dance company he wants to work for and see if it's really the place of his dreams.

Michael looks down at his boy, sleeping in his arms. Michael will keep him safe.

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I've had a few people comment on how unhealthy this story is and im going to make an authors note at the end explaining everything in detail so please wait for that (: xx