Anonymous || Malum ✓

twenty-six +

smut basically. skip this if you don't like smut. nothing important will happen.

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Calum's back landed against the familiar blue quilt he had laying on his bed. He was so used to doing this after work, just flopping down onto his sheets and relaxing after serving angry Californians for a solid eight hours a day but this time was so much different. Especially when he had a pale, green-eyed, gorgeous boy crawling on top of him.

Both of their shirts had been shed somewhere in the commotion of going from Calum's music room to his bedroom. They made many frantic movements at the time and now were slowly starting to relax into the rush.

"You're so beautiful, baby," Michael commented softly, nudging his nose into the crook of Calum's neck.

The brown boy couldn't help but let out a soft giggle when the boy on top of him did that but he didn't mind.

"So, so beautiful," he then added.

Calum moved his hands so that they laced into Michael's hair. He pulled Michael's mouth up to his and slowly connected their lips together. Both boys were so content holding on to each other and Michael was just so infatuated by the boy underneath him.

He licked at the brown boy's bottom lip and Calum happily opened his lips to grant Michael access. The smaller boy played with the hairs at the nape of his boyfriend's neck and pulled softly, coaxing out a moan from his pale lover.

Out of instinct, Michael's hips bucked and moved against Calum's. Both moaned lowly at the friction and Calum let out a whine as he started pulling at the waistband of Michael's jeans.

The pale boy pulled away and allowed for his hands to quickly leave his lover's body so that he could push them down. With two quick movements, one involving unbuttoning and the other involving a push down, his jeans were off and Calum couldn't help but moan at the sight.

Michael was just so beautiful and basically looked like a god and wow, Calum liked him so much. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to wrap his head around what was about to happen when he felt his sweatpants slowly be pulled down his legs.

Calum hissed at the feeling of cold air hitting his erection as it sprang up, him not having put on boxers after showering. He opened his eyes slowly and watched as Michael's eyes raked over his body, taking in the sight of the needy boy underneath him. Having Michael watch him made him desperate. He just wanted to be touched.

"This is okay, right?" Michael asked softly. He needed Calum's consent always before he touched the brown boy. He didn't ever want to take advantage of the boy.

"Fuck yes, Michael. Just touch me," Calum hissed out. He felt vulnerable with Michael just watching him. Part of him loved it but the other part of him just wanted Michael to make a move.

"Was just making sure," Michael said softly before pushing his boxers down and crawling on top of his boyfriend once again.

He pressed his lips against Calum's in a wet needy kiss while one hand pressed against Calum's warm skin. He allowed for his hand to drag against Calum's chest and make it's decent down so it would meet with where Calum needed him the most.

The brown boy let out a small whine as Michael wrapped his hand around his erection and started pumping slowly. Michael moved his hand up and down slowly, watching how his lover would react to the feeling. He rubbed his thumb over the slit of Calum's head and he was met with bucking hips.