CLIFFORD: Make out

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''Hey babe?'' Michael peek his head around the door, ''the boys and I were wondering if you wanted to join us for a film marathon.'' You nodded eagerly and rolled out of bed. ''I would love to, thanks.'' You walked over to Michael, throwing your arms around his neck and pecked his cheek. Automatically Michael's arms had snug around your waist, pressing you closer into his posture. His eyes were focused on your hip and your raised your eyebrow at him, following his intense gaze. Michael leaned closer and whispered ''are those my boxers?'', snapping the band that showed just above your jeans. Your cheeks turned red as you nodded. ''Yes, sorry, I didn't have any spare clothing here whe-'' Michael shut you up with a feverish kiss on the lips. ''No need to apologize, I like it?'' ''what?'' you asked confused. Michael let out a low chuckle ''I like it when you were my boxers, I like the imagine of your pussy rubbing the same material as my dick.'' Michael whispered in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. ''Michael!'' you scoffed. Michael let out a loud laugh, clearly not ashamed by his dirty mouth. ''What? It's true'' ''hm'' you replied unimpressed. ''It is really really hot'' Michael murmured into your ear before smashing his lips breathlessly onto mine, one hand slipping under the hem of your shirt to draw little circles on my skin. ''Can you guys stop making out and join us for the film marathon?'' Calum groaned loudly. You started to laugh and broke away from the kiss, walking up to the other boys but not before Michael snapped the waistband of his boxers one more time.

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