MUKE one shots ♡

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My gift to you. Happy holidays ♡

warning: smut

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The mulled wine in his cup was getting cold but Michael had no time to drink it. Not when his boyfriend was decorating their apartment and he could observe him from the sofa.

He offered his help but Luke didn't want to hear about it.

So, he was dancing around in the Christmas leggings Michael got him and decorating their place. The older man didn't care much about the spirit or the gifts since he had the best thing he could wish for. But Luke cared so Michael loved and praised everything Luke did or wanted to do when the holidays came.

"How does it look?" He asked and turned back.

Michael needed a second to realized his boyfriend wasn't talking about his ass (that looked amazing) but the lights he had just put up.

"Amazing. You're so talented." Michael praised his boy, knowing it'll work in his favor because he was on Luke's good boy list.

Luke grinned widely and climbed off the chair to kiss his boyfriend. "Thank you."

"Are you comfortable?" He asked and looked at Michael's leg that was propped on a pillow.

Of course, Michael said yes to an ice-skating date when Luke asked. And of course, he sprained his ankle and got a cast.

Luke blamed himself so he spoiled Michael as much as he could.

"I am. Thank you." Michael pursed his lips and Luke happily kissed him.

"Will you decorate my cast later?"

A spark lit in Luke's eyes. "How do you know I wanted to do that?"

"You were talking out loud when you were in the shower." The injured man laughed.

"What else did you hear?" Luke blushed.

Michael smiled and ran his fingers over Luke's beautiful face. "Nothing else."

Luke seemed to believe him so he walked to the décor box to finish with the lights.

"But if you are bored of riding me maybe you should fuck my face sometimes. Or sit on it so I could eat you out."

Slowly, Luke turned around. "I hate you."

"No, you don't." Michael laughed and shook his head.

"Come here." The older man pulled himself into a sitting position and reached his hand out.

Luke put the lights back in the box and walked back to his boyfriend. Michael made him sit on his lap and they didn't break their eye contact for a minute.

Then, Michael placed his hands on Luke's bum and squeezed softly. "Would you like that baby boy? Or are you too much of a princess?"

"I like fucking your face," Luke mumbled and Michael was oh-so in love.

When the younger man leaned in for a kiss, they didn't rush it. They had all the time in the world.