MUKE short stories

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age: 17

warning: smut

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Luke's favorite times of going down on Michael were when the boy was naked from the waist down or at least had his pants pushed low enough that Luke could touch his thighs.

"Fuck, Luke, you're gonna make me come so fast."

He wasn't sure is Michael was praising him or complaining but he didn't want it to end so soon. He backed away but before Michael could argue, Luke started to slowly jerk him off while licking the tip of his erection.

Michael's head fell back and he covered his eyes with his arm. "You're such a tease, Hemmings."

Luke smiled before swallowing him whole again and squeezing his balls in his hand just because he could.

He did many things with Michael because he could.

At the top of his favorite things he liked to do to and with Michael was blowing him. It was one of the rare times when the otherwise more dominant boy was completely at Luke's mercy.

He'd do anything Luke would ask him to do.

The last time Luke was on his knees in between Michael's legs he got the older boy to go to the prom with him. It wasn't fair, Michael claimed, but they still went together.

It took another hand job in the bathroom to get Michael to dance.

He slowly bobbed his head, driving his best friend to the edge before squeezing tightly at the base of his dick to ensure he wouldn't reach his orgasm too quickly.

"So rude," Michael moaned and thrust his hips upward. "Shit, sorry."

Luke's eyes watered up but he pinched Michael's thigh and made him look down.

"Can I?" He asked and Luke nodded.

"Fucking hell, Luke."

The younger boy relaxed as Michael started to slowly fuck his mouth. With Michael doing most of the work, Luke was able to reach into his pants and jerk off to the sweet sound of Michael's moans.

The louder Michael got, the faster Luke's hand went.

When Michael came into his mouth, Luke swallowed it before climbing up to his knees and pushing his boxers down just in time to cum all over his hand and Michael's thighs.

When their gazes met, Michael started to laugh. "I thought you wanted to sit on my face."

Luke shrugged his shoulders and accepted the tissue Michael gave him to clean himself. "We still have time."

Laughing again, Michael pulled him down. "Nap first."

Luke's hand was over Michael's chest and he almost fell asleep before the boy moved away suddenly.

"Why would you put your tattooed hand on my chest, where you know I could see your tattoo? I don't want to know your stupid digits."