Queer as Muke

1.10.7 Queens of the Road

"You've had a rough night," Luke tells him as Michael opens his eyes to see Luke's bathrobe fall off his shoulders into a fluffy cloud on the floor.

Michael's lips part, his breath shallowing as he realises he was right, Luke was naked under the robe. The lad's already hard, the shiny pink head of his cock contrasting with the milky paleness of his skin.

'Fuck', Michael thinks, gazing at Luke, he really is irresistible.

"Need help?" Luke offers in a whisper, taking a step towards Michael.

Luke looks at Michael's face through hooded eyes, seeing his dilated pupils and parted wet lips, and then looks down at Michael's crotch, knowing he won't be disappointed. There, outlined in his black jeans, is already a large bulge that Luke knows isn't yet fully hard. His own cock twitches at the thought of Michael's.

Pushing Michael's shirt off his shoulders, Luke lifts his tee, pulling it off over Michael's head before licking his lips as his eyes make their way to Michael's mouth, who's lips are still parted and red. Michael's breath hitches in his throat as he watches the way Luke looks at him. Luke makes to go and kiss him but drops down to the floor just as he reaches Michael's lips, leaving Michael panting with the need to kiss him.

Luke's focus is the urgent need to open Michael's jeans to free his tight, constrained cock. Unbuckling him quickly, Luke pushes Michael's jeans and underwear down his legs and waits for a second whilst he steps out of them before his hands come around the small of Michael's back, felling the soft skin there. His hands hold Michael still as he kisses his hips, teasing him with licks and nips to his skin, feeling Michael's now fully hard cock rub up against his cheek.

Michael's head drops to look at Luke, breathing shallowly as he watches the boy licking up him, travelling up his stomach and then onto a nipple before making his way to Michael's neck. Luke nips at his chin before attaching his lips to Michael's, kissing him and feeling the thrill of Michael kissing him needily back.

Michael pushes Luke backwards with his hands on the lad's chest, watching as Luke sits down suddenly on the edge of the bed, bouncing slightly as he lands. He moves forward to where Luke's sitting, his mouth is at just the right height to tease Michael's nipples with his tongue. Luke pulls at Michael's skin with his teeth, earning another push backwards from Michael so that he lands on his back.

Not missing a beat Michael leans over him, pressing Luke down with his weight as he holds Luke's hands above his head into the pillow. This time it's Michael who attacks Luke, running his tongue up the boys neck to suck on his earlobe, holding him fast with his body as well as his hands, grinding his cock between their two bodies. Michael lets go of Luke's hands to run his own hands over the boy's body, feeling his smooth lines and taut muscles. He takes one of Luke's nipples in his mouth, running his tongue over it, lapping at the bud before moving down, his hands now feeling the contours of Luke's chest.

Luke arches his back when he feels Michael getting near to his groin, needing him to take him in his mouth and give him some relief. His cock is dripping pre-cum, he can feel the stickiness leaking in a line down to his stomach but Michael's hands push his chest back down to the bed, knowing exactly what he wants but wanting to delay his pleasure.

When Michael does take him in his mouth it's only for a moment. Luke gasps loudly when he feels Michael's mouth and tongue slide around him after wetting his lips with Luke's pre-cum but Michael's lips pop off him only a moment after taking him in, making Luke raise his head, groaning with need. 

Instead, Michael hooks Luke's legs around his shoulders and comes back up again to kiss him on the mouth, sharing Luke's taste with him as he bends Luke's body in half. Michael holds him there, wriggling to get a good grip on his legs as he kisses the shit out of Luke, his lips and tongue seeking him out, needing to taste more and more of him. 'Shit,' he thinks, the boy kisses well, fuck he does everything well. 

Their breath mingles as moans pour out of their mouths, only knowing how much they want to taste each other, as Michael delays both their pleasure. They feel the need in each other and know exactly what each other wants. There's a pause when they both look each other in the eye in the midst of all the passion, a split second of recognition where they know exactly how equal they are in this. Where Michael holds Luke's face, seeing his deep flushed cheeks and bright eyes, only to see the very hunger he feels for Luke reflected back at him.

Luke's hands move from Michael's sides to his arms, pulling him forward, the urge to kiss him again overwhelming him. Luke's skin burns with the need to feel as much of Michael's body against him, but also with the want of having Michael inside him. His own cock is so full and so hard with the rush of blood that it jerks with anticipation every time Michael moves over him. His hole twitches with the memory of Michael filling him, stretching him, until he can think of nothing else but Michael, Michael, Michael.

Yet Michael carries on kissing him, his breath becoming more and more ragged as his lips brush over Luke's, needing to delay the intense pleasure he knows is coming. He has the need to want to possess Luke, to make him his, and he doesn't know where it comes from. No-one else has ever made him feel this way, no-one else has ever whipped him up into this much of a frenzy that he feels the need to merge their bodies together somehow, to become one. No-one else has ever made him fuck this way.

When Michael finally enters Luke it's with a roar and it's deep, so deep that Luke feels like Michael is fucking up into his stomach. He meets Michael stroke for stroke, urging him on, demanding that he batter his hole, not willing to accept anything less from him. Luke wants Michael with a primal need that empowers him to open himself up to him fully, taking everything that Michael's got and more, milking him dry until he has nothing else left to give.