☏ 5sos smut ☏

crave :: Muke

Credits: paperstorm on a03

Pairing: Muke
Top: Michael
Bottom: Luke
Kink(s): Luke!Sub, Dom!Michael

Plot: Michael has one complaint about being Luke's boyfriend. Just one.
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Third Person.

Michael has one complaint about being Luke's boyfriend. Just one. Most things are amazing. Most of the time, Michael's just a dope in love and Luke is beautiful and perfect and too good for him but somehow with him anyway and Michael just stumbles around not quite believing that this is his life. That he gets to make music with his three best friends and fuck one of them, and that there's feelings and stuff in there too. Michael gets these crazy butterflies when Luke smiles at him, even though they've known each other for like seven years and have liked each other for five of those years and have loved each other for nearly three.

Michael's one teeny, tiny, mostly inconsequential complaint, is that Luke isn't always so good at talking about the things he wants. Not, like, food. Like sexy things. Michael likes to try things. He likes to keep it interesting. Not that it's gotten anywhere close to boring, but still. He's always up for an adventure. And Luke is down when Michael suggests things, but Michael wants Luke to suggest things. So far, he doesn't.

"You know, if you told me, like about the kinky shit we both know you secretly think about, I might do some of it," Michael points out one time, while they're making out in the back of their tour bus.

Calum and Ashton are asleep. They should all be asleep, it's the middle of the night and they're on a dark, empty highway somewhere in between Georgia and Texas, but Luke and Michael snuck into the lounge to fool around because their bandmates have forbidden it in the bunks. It's just as well; the bunks are too small anyway.

"What we do already isn't kinky enough?"

"We've been fucking for years. I don't think it counts as kinky and adventurous after this long just because we're both boys."

Luke chuckles, warm and fond, and just kisses Michael harder to shut him up.

He tries bringing it up a few more times, but Luke just promises he loves what they do, and Michael isn't looking for him to confess a secret erotic obsession with horses or want to put Michael in a SpongeBob costume or anything weird but he'd like Luke to tell him something. Anything, even if it's small, that they could do differently or try out. Luke won't. One time Michael thinks he was on the verge of admitting something, but then he blushed and changed the subject and Michael bugged him about it so much Luke got annoyed but he still wouldn't spill.

Then one night, Luke is on his knees in front of Michael, his lips wrapped around Michael's cock, and it's so good and Michael is so close to coming that his hips snap forward a little and his cock bumps the back of Luke's throat. Luke makes a noise, and Michael quickly mumbles, "Fuck, sorry," but Luke just grips Michael's hips in his hands and pushes them forward, encouraging him to do it again. It's so hot Michael that comes too quickly to really try it out, and after Luke brushes it off like it was just a heat-of-the-moment sort of thing, but Michael wonders if that isn't true. Once he gives it some thought, it isn't the first time Luke's done that. Michael just never picked up on it before.

Luke likes it when Michael talks. He knows that much, he's figured it out over the years. Luke likes fingers in his hair and hands touching his cheeks and whispered words of encouragement. He likes it when Michael tells him how good it feels, whatever they're doing. Michael has this suspicion that Luke might like it if he got a little rough, if he took control when Luke was blowing him, using his mouth instead of letting Luke do all the work. He just needs Luke to admit it first.