Baby Gav (Mavin Fanfic)

Part Seven

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Michael's belt knocks my hip over and over as he pulls me close, then pushes back into me. One hand is grabbing my hair, the other is rummaging in my pants. I moan quietly, knowing that this is wrong but oh my god, does it feel right. I nuzzle my face into Michael's curls and move my hips away from his, allowing more room for his hand to move around. It doesn't feel right to just be lying here while he does all the work, but as I prop myself up on my elbows, he kisses me hard, bites quickly on my lip and then pulls away, releasing his grip on my hair and my cock.

"What is it, Michael?" I whisper. But he doesn't reply, he just smiles knowingly and kisses me again. A little kiss on the lips, the chin, neck, chest, stomach... oh my god.

The belt on my shorts clatters loudly in comparison to our breaths and whispers when it hits the floor, and we stop dead still for a second to make sure nobody's stirring upstairs. When it stays quiet, Michael carries on. He slowly moves his hand up my shaft, teasing his fingertips over the end of my knob. Do you think all guys give better handjobs than girls? I mean, they know what feels good and stuff, because they've got their own...

Oh. He's kissing my leg now, and his hand is starting to move faster and faster. I'm almost there, and then he stops. The little kisses on my leg move over to my crotch, and within seconds I'm hitting the back of his throat. One hand grabs his hair, the other grabs the bedsheets, and I drop my head over the edge of the bed, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

I've slept with a lot of girls, and I know now that a person like me does not bode well with shouting people's names. Pet names like 'baby' and 'sweetheart' work a lot better than accidentally calling a girl Katie when her name is actually something like Jess or Yasmin, something you can't pretend you slurred and it just sounded like Katie. But it just doesn't feel right lumping Michael in with all those girls. Mostly, because he's not my baby, and he's not my sweetheart, and Michael sounds nothing like Katie.

I drop my head over the edge of the bed, eyes closed, breathing heavily. "Yes," I breathe. "Yes. Oh, yes, m'boy..."

Michael hums briefly, takes my cock out of his mouth and smiles up at me.

"No, Gavin," he says in his quietest voice, "You're MY boy." And without saying anything else, he takes me back into his mouth, dancing his tongue around my tip, and humming oh so quietly.