Warning: explicit content; daddy kink; top Michael/bottom Luke; subspace; angst
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Luke moaned, his head tilting to the side as Michael sucked deep, sure to bruise, marks into his neck.
This is Michael's favorite part of Luke, this buried part of the boy that only comes out every once in a while. He savors these moments when Luke's guard is completely down and a switch inside of him is flipped, leaving him wide eyed and open.
Luke could be filthy in bed. He had a dirty mouth and the sounds he made could put pornstars to shame. He could make Michaels back bleed with how hard his nails dug into the skin. He could do things with his tongue that Michael didn't even know were possible.... or legal.
But sometimes, every once in a blue moon, Luke would slip into a different headspace and his entire sexy, devilish facade would completely fall apart and in its place, a needy, whiny one. During these times, Luke liked to be held and treated delicately, his dirty talk replaced by pleas and his demanding attitude replaced by submission.
This is one of those nights.
Luke was splayed out on Michaels bed in nothing but a pretty pair of black panties connected by garters to thigh high stockings with a lace trimming. The blonde was whimpering and moaning, his hands roaming his own chest, flicking and rubbing hard nipples. Michael was sitting between the blondes spread legs in only boxers, his hand gently rubbing along the patch of skin between Luke's panties and stockings.
"Daddy," Luke whined, pushing his hips up towards Michael, searching for friction. Michael leaned down and pressed feather light kisses to Luke's tummy, licking and nipping at the smooth skin. Luke whined, his fingers lacing in Michaels hair, not pulling, not guiding, just holding on.
"You're such a good boy for me, aren't you baby?" Michael asked, kissing up Luke's chest and back to his neck. The blonde whimpered, wrapping his legs around Michaels waist.
"Yes daddy. I'm your good boy?" Luke asked, the side of his finger tucked between his teeth as he looked up at Michael, eyes wide and teary. Michael smiled softly, his fingers brushing a few hairs away from Luke's forehead.
"Yeah baby, you're my good boy. You're always my good boy, aren't you? Even when you try to act like you're not mine, you are, aren't you? You're always my good little boy. Daddy's good little boy," Michael whispered, his hips gently rocking against Luke's. The blonde whined in delight, pushing his hips up further.
"Can we go slow, daddy? Please" Luke asked, biting his bottom lip.
"Of course we can, baby boy. You want daddy to make love to you? Huh?" Michael asked, unhooking the garters from Luke's panties.
"Yes, daddy. Make love to me," Luke pleaded, tangling his fingers in his own hair as Michael slid his panties down. Michael gently pulled Luke's stockings off, leaving him completely naked in front of him. Luke whimpered when his plug was pulled slowly out of him, leaving him too empty. He whined, tugging on the hem of Michaels boxers. Michael pulled his boxers off, pressing his body against Luke's and kissing him softly, their lips moving together in a sweet, slow manner. Michael drew Luke's legs up, the boy's legs high on Michaels waist. Luke broke from their kiss, tilting his head to the side with a small needy whine.
