Related {Muke}

15

"Feeling better?"

"Well I don't have frozen vegetables down my pants or thousands of needles pricking my lip so I think I'm doing pretty good." He retorted.

I smiled, setting my backpack down on the floor before walking over to the taller boy. He has always been two and a half inches taller than me, making me the perfect height for his lips to softly brush against my forehead.

As he kissed my cold skin, I took his hand in mine and started to unwrap his knuckles.

"These should be all healed up." I said as i took the bloody bandages off.

"Ah that stings." Michael hissed.

"Sorry." I whispered, kissing his knuckles that were starting to scab and heal up.

I took the bandage off the other hand and tossed them in the wastebasket. I kissed that hand too before smiling up at the older boy.

"Callie and Ashie said they're coming over. I probably shouldn't be around." I informed him.

"Why do you think that?"

I gave him a pointed look, "Because every other time they're over you tell me to never go in your room or talk to you ever, no matter what and if that suddenly changes they'll get suspicious."

He sighed, rubbing the pad of his thumb along my jaw, "yeah true. But one kiss before they get here, okay?"

I giggled softly, getting on my tiptoes to kiss his top lip. I didn't want to hurt his bottom lip, which was slowly healing and not swelling anymore.

There was a knock on the door and I squeaked, moving away from Michael.

"I'll be upstairs." I mumbled.

"Okay bunny." He grinned, patting my bum as I scurried towards the stairs.

I blushed and rushed upstairs. I heard the door being opened and then Calum and Ashton talking to Michael about the crazy thing that happened in their World Language And Culture class.

I've always hated that class. I personally didn't take it but Michael knew how to call me Dumbhead in 18 different languages. I climbed into my bed and grabbed my laptop.

I scrolled through my tumblr, liking some posts and laughing at others. Soon enough Mikey called down that he had ordered pizza, for the fifth night in a row.

I shut my computer before heading downstairs. The three of them were at the coffee table, sitting around two boxes of pizza. Pineapple on one and Chicken/broccoli on the other.

"You didn't make this yourself, did you?" I asked, picking up a piece of the chicken and broccoli kind.

"Of course I did." Michael retorted.

Calum and Ashton looked between us two, a bit confused at our little joke. When they weren't looking, Michael sent me a wink from over the table. I blushed and continued to eat my pizza.

We eventually ate the two pizzas into crumbs and pizza crust. Ashton and Calum left, saying they were going to go Christmas shopping and if we wanted to tag along, we could.

"We're going to put the tree up before we forget." Michael replied.

"Awh, okay. Bye Clifford. Bye lil Cliff." Calum smiled, waving at us as they left.

"Do you even know where the tree is?" I asked once he had shut the door.

"we'll find it." Michael shrugged, "Now where were we before they came over?"

I giggled, softly pecking his cheek.

"No. I think your lips were a little to the right." He said, cupping my hips in his calloused hands.

I blushed and hid my face in my sweater paws. Michael tapped my wrist softly in an attempt to make me move my hands.

"no stahhppp." I whined.

"Let me see my blushy bunny boy."

I shook my head, hiding my bright crimson face. Michael pushed my hands away from my face, immediately putting his lips to mine.

I hummed softly, kissing back. My fingers looped under the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling him closer. Michael's lips moved effortlessly against mine.

Biting and sucking on my bottom lip, Michael got what he wanted when I moaned softly. His tongue ran along mine as he ran his hands through my hair, ruining my quiff.

I rolled my hips into his without much thought, wanting him closer and to touch me. He groaned, breaking the heated kiss.

"Bunny don't do that."

I pouted, curling into his side, "Why not?"

"Because if you start something I won't be able to help. My hands are still bloody and sore." Michael explained.

I frowned, "But I want you to kiss me...and like that text i-I."

"I'm sorry baby. All I have are toys."

"What toys?" I asked, confused at his words.

"Stay here, okay?"

|Michael|

"Do you want me to put it on, or can you do it yourself?" I asked, rolling the ring in between my fingers.

"I-I don't know w-what to do with it." Luke stuttered, his fingers fumbling with the fabric of his sweater paws.

"Its okay. I'll do it, alright?"

He nodded and bit his lip. I slipping my hand down his skirt and lace, putting the c.ock ring on him. I turned it on so it vibrated on a low level. Luke whimpered softly.

"What lace are you wearing?" I asked, having not looked down as I put the ring on him.

"pastel pink." He replied, "With white bows."

"Pretty Bun. Very pretty."