Chapter Text
Michael never would've imagined David so pliant. He's all soft and responsive to Michael's every suggestion. Well. Not all soft. That would be a shame.
At the moment, he's got David laid out, legs spread, arms twisting together above his head in comfortable bliss while Michael takes his time. He savours David's content sighs and surprised gasps as much as the taste of his skin.
Michael nibbles at the tender skin connecting crotch to thigh and finally takes David's cock loosely in hand. David arches up at that and his answering moan makes Michael look up to see David bite his lower lip and it makes Michael irrationally jealous.
"Show me," he growls as he moves up to lie beside David, one hand still languidly stroking him, and then with the other he teases that lip free to claim it for himself, holding David's chin, stroking the back of a finger down his throat, feeling him swallow as Michael leans in for a kiss.
It makes him all tingly and almost breathless the way David looks at him then. He's so open and trusting and obviously waiting for Michael's direction, so that's what Michael gives him.
"Touch yourself," Michael says and David complies, his hand over Michael's in a second, holding on, holding tight and moving fast along David's cock.
Michael watches him and he's being watched in return. David's eyes are wide and unfocused (and Michael isn't even quite sure exactly how much David can see without his glasses) but his gaze is flitting over Michael's face and down between them in irregular intervals. For his part, Michael focuses on watching David's face, cataloguing his responses, like the way he throws his head back at a flick of Michael's thumb over the head of his cock, or how he licks his own lips whenever his eyes travel to Michael's lips. It's dizzying, being so openly wanted, and by this man that he has adored for God only knows how long.
"You're so gorgeous like this," he tells David, who hides his face against his own shoulder at that, but smiles, nevertheless.
Michael tips David's face back towards him and brushes the hair from David's forehead gently before burying his fingers in his hair again and holding him in place not quite so gently.
David looks up at Michael and it looks like he's close, mouth open and panting, brow wrinkled in concentration, as he moves both their hands in a steadily quickening rhythm, accentuated by jerky motions that make Michael almost insane with need when David's hip brushes against his own neglected cock. He keeps ignoring it in favour of watching David come undone beneath him, because of him, trailing kisses over his damp forehead, his sharp nose and cheekbones, his bruised lips that don't make sense anymore, just whimpering noises of pleasure until he comes on a stuttering inhale of breath and a barely-there, gasped rendition of Michael's name.
~
The first thing David notices when he can think again is Michael all wrapped around him, and a blanket around them. Second is the smell of Michael's hair because apparently he's been snuggling with his face pressed into those thick beautiful curls for a while now and he briefly wonders if he could stay like this forever, maybe, because it's soft and fluffy and it smells heavenly. He presses a kiss into Michael's head to let him know he's fully aware again.
The third thing he notices then, and he does feel quite guilty about not thinking of it sooner, is Michael being hard against his hip, his cock leaking while he visibly tries to refrain from rocking into David to relieve some of that pressure.
"Oh fuck me, sorry, love! I was a bit out of it there, wasn't I?"
Michael smirks.
"I was rather hoping to get to that, yes. I mean, if you're still up for it."
"Christ, yes. Absolutely up for it. Don't expect me to, you know, but I'd still love for you to, well, you know." He waves a hand between them, feeling self-conscious all over again.
"Well, that's normal for a man your age, don't worry about it," Michael says with an exaggerated wink and a mean smile.
"Oi! You're older than me!"
"Didn't seem like that when you just fell asleep on me there, princess. I'm still wide awake, old man."
He's teasing and David knows it, not only because there's already a hand snaking between their bodies, grabbing his cock again.
"Mmmh, fuck you, Michael," David says, then laughs at the sudden twinkling in Michael's eye.
"Maybe some other time?" David suggests and waits for an answer with baited breath until Michael nods with a strange look in his eyes and kisses him until he's fairly distracted.
He's still sensitive but Michael gently pets his cock and balls and it's very nice. He doesn't know where Michael gets the patience for this; from the look of it he must be positively aching, but David isn't gonna complain about being pampered like this.
"Do you have lube?" Michael asks and David nods, pointing to the bedside drawer.
He misses Michael even in the short time it takes the other man to get to the drawer and get what they need. Watching him bend over the side of the bed is nice, though, and he almost tells Michael that, but something chokes the words from him and he just looks. Another time, he tells himself. There will be another time, he fervently hopes. And he'll get better at this.
Michael doesn't need to get better at anything, in David's very objective opinion. He's got talented fingers and they feel so good inside David, so right, that if it weren't for the filthy chatter Michael keeps up, David might be relaxed enough to fall asleep again. As it is, he is surely blushing again while Michael leisurely pumps in and out of him and tells him exactly how it feels.
"How's it feel for you?" Michael asks and looks at David expectantly.
"Ngk. Very … good?" David tries.
Michael raises an eyebrow in response.
"It's … it's really good. Feels good. Uh, full. But in a good way! It's so. You're so close and I … fuck, I still want you closer. Does that make sense?" David closes his eyes, mortified at his own rambling.
"Makes perfect sense, princess. You feel perfect. Tight and hot and perfect for me. I want to be closer as well."
Come on, then David thinks and pulls at Michael to kiss him.
"Condom?" Michael whispers into his ear.
"Same drawer."
He watches Michael again, and doesn't avert his eyes when Michael rips open the tiny plastic bag and rolls the condom onto his cock, thick and heavy with arousal. It occurs to him that he hasn't even touched Michael yet. Next time, he thinks and he repeats it like a mantra to ground himself in the moment and not get lost in thinking about possibilities.
His mind goes blank when Michael prompts him to go up on all fours and positions himself behind David. One of Michael's hands comes up to hold David up by his chest and David can feel the other between his cheeks, rubbing lube into him, pulling at his rim, making him shiver in anticipation.
"Okay?" Michael asks, leaning over his back.
David nods.
"Okay," he confirms.
When Michael starts pressing in, David exhales a deep breath and presses back against him. It's been a while, but he's still relaxed from his earlier orgasm and Michael goes slow enough to let David adjust to the intrusion. The discomfort lasts for maybe a second until it turns into pleasure and if Michael keeps at this slow pace, David thinks that maybe he can actually get it up again. He still doesn't know how to describe the feeling, other than 'good', and so he tells Michael that. (He could say he feels 'complete' because he does, but he's not sure they're at that point yet. Or if that's a point that Michael even wants to be at. Next time, he tells himself again.)
Michael groans above him and David can tell he's holding back. His hands are on David's hips, his chest, playing with his nipples, making David gasp and arch into Michael's slow and measured thrusts. He trails kisses along David's neck and back and David shivers underneath him. The heat is building up slowly, but steadily, and when his cock starts twitching again, Michael is there to stroke him to full hardness, while still keeping that controlled rhythm.
"Don't -" David starts but interrupts himself with a gasp at a particular circling motion of Michael's hand.
"What?" Michael asks, immediately stilling his movements.
"No, don't stop! I just. I wanted to say, I mean, like, you don't have to … you don't need to be nice about this."
"Oh darling!" Michael leans over David's back to ruffle his hair once more while pulling almost completely out. When he pushes back in, he tightens his grip on David's hair and tugs him back by it.
Mouthing at David's neck, he asks: "Is this how you want it? A little rough? Want me to fuck you for real?"
"God, yes!"
It is exactly what David wants, what he never quite dared hope to actually have, but now he does and it is glorious. It's Michael's cock driving into him repeatedly, finding that sweet spot inside of him that's been neglected so long and David could weep from the sheer pleasure of feeling it again, and it's Michael's hand in his hair, holding him in place, holding him close and warm and strangely safe. It's Michael's other hand pulling him off in the same rhythm of his thrusts, getting him closer. It's David being distantly aware of how he's whimpering, begging Michael to go faster, harder, deeper, and being utterly incapable of feeling ashamed of it at the moment because everything just feels so damn right.
When he comes for the second time that night, he shakes so hard, Michael has to support him so he doesn't go down. It only takes another few thrusts, less and less controlled now, until Michael shudders and comes into David.
He stays inside for a moment longer, giving them both a chance to catch their breaths and David is thankful for it. He hates this part and whines at the inevitable separation when Michael pulls out. Michael shushes him and wipes the sweat from his face before pulling him into a hug and kissing him, limbs loosely intertwined, sharing space and breath for a moment that stretches on and on until David can feel himself drifting off again.
"Stay?" he asks without looking at Michael.
"Not today, princess," Michael answers and ruffles his hair. "Next time?"
"Next time."