[COMPLETED]
Calum Hood. Title: Dominant.
Ashton Irwin. Title: Dominant.
Luke Hemmings. Title: Submissive.
Michael Clifford. Title: Submissive.
Best friends, Calum and Ashton have known each other their whole lives. They share everything: clothes, f...
Note: I'm in a good mood. Therefore, I shall update.
Also, please check out a new short story of mine called 'Riding Hood'. It's a Malum fic.
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Michael blinked, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath and relax his body.
Ashton crawled forward, resting himself with his elbows on either side of Michael's arms. Hazel eyes trailed down, taking in the sight of the breathless submissive beneath him. Michael's pale skin was now a beautiful, heated pink. He was incredibly beautiful as he cast Ashton a shy, satisfied smile.
With all that had been going on with Luke and Calum, Ashton had nearly let himself forget just how amazing Michael looked when he was sated and pliant. Some of his lighter hair was plastered to his forehead, stuck to the sweat that had formed during their earlier activity. The dominant felt a flare of happiness deep in his chest at the sight of his submissive so satisfied, so free from the stress and anxiety that had surrounded them.
In all this craziness, sometimes Ashton forgot that Michael was only eighteen years old. He was barely an adult but he had truly matured during their time together.
"I love you, Mikey."
Michael's smiled morphed into a goofy grin that truly got the butterflies in his stomach fluttering.
"I love you, too," he replied in that soft voice of his that Ashton loved so dearly.
"Can you call me 'Ashton', kitten?" he requested, after several moments of thought. "I don't want us to be dominant and submissive tonight. This isn't about giving or receiving pleasure. I want us to just relax and enjoy each other. I want you to let go and let me show you just how much I adore you."
Michael bit his lip in contemplation and Ashton could tell that the younger man had obviously never entertained the thought of simple sex.
Being in a four-person relationship, there was rarely ever any room for what many of their kind called 'vanilla' – simple sex without the use of other methods to 'spice up' the love life. Submissives and dominants were so exposed to the various aspects of pleasure that simple sex was almost an entirely foreign concept to them. It was something that dominants and submissive pairings rarely indulged in, something that did not make sense to Michael in its entirety.
Why stick to a cookie when you can have the whole bakery?
"Sometimes," Ashton started, breaking Michael out of his thoughts. "It's good to go back to the basics. The sex that we have is mind-blowing. It's exhilarating."
Ashton smiled as Michael's expression continued to furrow into one of confusion.
"But," the dominant pointed out. "Sometimes, it's just nice to try something simple. No toys, no expectations. We connect on a whole other level because there isn't a goal. We're doing what makes us feel good without having to worry about anything else."
