A!N!/ sorry for not updating in so long,,, some things have been happening and life's tough
Luke's POV:
Michael is washing dishes from this mornings pancakes and sausage. I dry and put away. He was washing the last plate when I went up behind him and pushed him up against the counter. I kiss his neck gently and press his hands against the side of the sink.
He whimpers and leans forward slightly. I turn him around and kiss him deeply. I trap his gorgeous face between my hands and kiss him. He trembles and I wrap my arms around his waist and set him up onto the counter. Michael blushes and hides his face as I slide down his jammie pants and boxers.
I pull off my shirt and pull down my boxers as well. He blushes and gets down off the counter. "Luke.." he bends to grab his bottoms and quickly I straighten him up. Michaels boner standing straighter than I. He pulls the front of his South Park shirt down to cover himself.
"Oh baby, I know you want this.." I whisper into his ear pulling him closer and grabbing his throbbing cock. Michaels knees shake slightly and he nods slowly. I start to stroke him gently, and not long after he's a moaning mess. Leaning up against my shoulder. I stop and bend him over the counter.
I couldn't hold it in any more. I gently grab his hips and without any prep I shove myself into him. God it felt good. Michael tenses up and yells in pain. I slowly thrust into him. I grunt with every thrust, but he won't complain. I lean down and kiss his neck and nibble his ear. I push deeper into Michael roughly and he moans my name.
Michael grips the other side of the counter till his knuckles are white. I thrust fast and aggressive into his tight ass. He feels so good and I just can't control myself. I grip his hips tightly and pound into him. Deep moans escaping my mouth. "Oh god Michael, you feel so good." I feel sweat drip down my face and I cum.
Michael gasps and I pull out I take two fingers and run them slowly over his hole before plunging them into him. He moans and arches his back. I stand him up and lay him on the counter. My fingers still inside of him I scissor them and he moans loudly. I grab his throbbing member and stroke him quickly.
Soon enough he cums and I gently push myself into him once more. Michael moans softly and I grip his thighs so hard my knuckles are white. He drags his nails down my back and looks up. I keep pushing myself deeper and deeper until he cums again all over my stomach. I pull out and wipe off myself.
Breathing heavily Michael pulls on his boxers and pants. I notice he has large hand shaped bruises on his thighs and I furrow my eyebrows. I never meant to bruise him. "I'm sorry Mikey.." he turns his head to look at me puzzled.
"What for..?" I set him back on the counter, resulting in a glare from him and pull down his pants. "For those." I point at the hand snapped bruises on his thighs. He shakes his head and gets off the counter. "I'm fine." I turn and grab fistfuls of my hair. It's not fine. He's not fine. I turn and kiss him gently.
"You promise..?" I whisper.
"I promise." He says and kisses me.
