torn // muke

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Luke woke up, still in Michael's arms. They had slept inside since they ruined the bed outside.

Luke got up, and slipped on a pair of panties, quietly walking to the kitchen.

He quickly thought of a crazy idea, and smirked, knowing Michael would love it.
He took off his panties, and threw them out in the hallway before bending himself over the counter.

"Michael?" Luke yelled.

"Yeah, babe? Where are you?" Michael yelled back.

"In the kitchen. Breakfast is ready!"

Luke smirked and innocently bit on his nail as Michael walked into the kitchen.

"You are going to be the death of me." Michael whispered, walking over to Luke, laying one hand on his bum. "So pretty..." Michael whispered.

He quickly ran back into his room, and squirted lube on his semi- hard on.

He got back into the kitchen, and lined himself up behind Luke before slowly pressing into him.

Luke moaned, and let his body lay on the counter as Michael pounded into him.

"You're so sexy, baby." Michael said, watching the blonde boy squirm under him.

Michael slowed down his movement, and leaned down, pressing his chest to Luke's back. "Michael!" Luke whimpered, turning his head to the other side to see Michael right beside him.

Michael felt himself getting close, so he kissed Luke's cheek, speeding up his movements.

Luke moaned loudly with Michael as the brunette came in him. Luke didn't care if he didn't get off. His pleasure was derived from making Michael feel good. Luke wasn't selfish when it came to sex, and if it weren't such a quickie, Michael would've made sure Luke got just what he wanted.

"M-Michael!" Luke squealed as he felt himself being picked up. He was sat on the counter with his legs around Michael's shoulders.

"You didn't think I was just gonna leave you hanging did you?" Michael asked, and Luke laughed. Michael winked, and dipped his head down, making stars appear in Luke's eyes.