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The remote in Alex's hand is covered in a pliable rubber that gives ever so slightly as he plays with the control.
He considers it, considers the anticipatory buzz that thrills through him as he lets the pad of his thumb roll against the smooth rubber again.
They've played with this particular toy before, but never quite under these circumstances and Alex is eager to see the results.
He closes the notebooks and laptop scattered around him; he hasn't gotten much done. Working productively hadn't really been the point of pulling it all out, though. Prolonging the fun is easier when he has something, ostensibly, to keep his mind occupied. When he's not focusing solely on what Michael is doing on his own in their bedroom.
But he's hit the fifteen minutes since he left Michael tied up and he's eager to see what's become of him. What he'll look like writhing and strung out against the sheets.
Alex wonders idly about what frame of mind he'll find Michael in as he tidies up. If Michael will have moved past the intense want and kinetic energy that always occupies his body, into the headspace where he's completely pliant; open to any suggestion as long as it's Alex's. Or if he'll still be hanging on to the edge, waiting for Alex's arrival to push him into freefall.
The question sets his heart beating faster and his hands moving quicker to put things away, excitement and anticipation rising in his throat.
He walks into their bedroom and lets his eyes adjust as his ears hone in on the harsh heavy breathing filling the room. Michael is right where Alex left him but he is nothing like the impatient cocky man that Alex had tied up when the scene began - who hadn’t stopped trying to distract Alex from his task by kissing any inch of skin he could reach even as Alex tied him securely to the headboard.
Now he’s spread out completely, legs spread wide to get more leverage as he shifts to move the toy vibrating inside him. His skin is flushed, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His muscles twitch and clench and Alex fingers the remote in his hand again, notching it up just slightly to see what kinds of reaction he’s been missing.
He isn't disappointed.
Michael’s back arches and his mouth falls open, his hips snapping and grinding back against the bed. Alex feels a wave of heat shoot through his core at the sight, and he resists the urge to ratchet the vibrator up higher just to see the reaction again. This isn’t the main event and he doesn’t want this to be over before they've even begun. But he watches for a second more, as Michael’s body adjusts to the new intensity; as he pants and whines softly, hooking an ankle against the side of the bed to try to get more leverage. It’s the most erotic thing Alex has ever seen, and he doesn’t try to stop the praise that wants to fall from his lips.
“Beautiful.”
Alex watches as the word washes over Michael and he realizes that Alex is back. He gasps and his cock jerks against his stomach, precum beading at the tip as his eyes snap open.
"Alex." His voice is harsh and thick and Alex wonders if he's been keeping himself quiet with no one to put on a show for. Saving himself for Alex’s return. He moves to the side of the bed and brings his right leg up to rest on the mattress so he can lean over and give Michael a soft quick kiss. When it ends he stays close enough that he doesn’t miss how Michael immediately tries to follow him up for another. Indulgent, he presses another quick kiss onto Michael's lips before murmuring,
“Having a good time?”
“Mm - be having a better time if it was your dick I was working with.”
Alex smiles as he reaches for the remote again, notching the setting down to just a low buzz and satisfied when Michael whines in denial. “Patience is a virtue.”
He leans down again, unable to resist kissing Michael again. He’s as perfect as he always is - completely irresistible no matter how much of an iron grip Alex keeps on himself.
“Take your fucking clothes off and get up here,” Michael grouses when the kiss ends, squirming and opening his legs further. It’s a bold move, because he knows Alex won’t be able to resist looking at what he’s got on display, dick hard and flushed and precum pooling in the hollow of his stomach, thighs quivering and jumping in response to the vibration. Alex can feel the buzz through the mattress and that alone sends another shiver of lust through him.
He savors it, the sweet ache of arousal while he reaches for the buttons of his shirt, watching Michael watch him with lust-dark eyes. It never fails to make him feel wanted, the way Michael looks at him. He lets it flow through him, the feeling of being this free in his sexuality and his ability to just love as he arches, breath hitching when the cool air of the room hits his skin. He grins at the whispered “Fuck” that Michael lets out, feeling the bed shift under him as Michael shivers and twists again.
It’s more awkward taking his pants off - he still doesn’t feel like he’s mastered the art of making removing his prosthetic sexy - but he does make sure that Michael gets an eyeful of his ass while he’s working the sleeve off his stump and removing the sock from his other foot.
He can hear Michael muttering softly, pleading and just starting to beg as he loses himself to lust and sensation, and as soon as Alex is free of the last vestiges of his clothing he straddles Michael’s hips, sitting so that he’s positioned just below Michael’s groin.
As he’d hoped, Michael groans, head falling back against his arm and his eyes slipping closed. His knees rise as he tries to bring Alex closer, as his body clenches around the plug in his ass and the vibrations shoot through him.
“Keep your eyes open. I wanna see you.”
“Keep your own eyes open then, fuck .” Michael whines, writhing, dick jumping every time he manages to angle the plug right inside himself. “Fuck Alex please touch me.”
“Hmm.” Instead Alex sits back on his thighs, stroking himself. Watching enraptured as Michael panted, straining against the cuffs holding him, twisting and bucking trying to stimulate himself, chasing the pleasure he was being denied. God but it was almost enough - the sight alone - to get him off. Michael, pliant and beautiful and desperate. His balls ached at the sight and he felt precum gather around his fingers at the head of his dick.
When he got no other response, Michael finally opened his eyes and the full body reaction made Alex’s lips twitch. Michael might affect him, but it was always gratifying seeing Michael's response to Alex’s interest. Alex gave himself a final squeeze, gathering the precum from his dick and brought his hand up, sucking first on his forefinger then letting his fingers slip into his mouth as he sucked them.
“ Fuck!” Michael’s stomach clenched, dick jumping and leaking as he stared, pupils blown and mouth hanging open. “ Fuck...” Michael repeated, softer, the word ending on a desperate gasp. “Please.”
And it really was too pretty a picture to resist. Despite everything Alex denied himself in the name of a scene. Not touching Michael Guerin when his skin was torch-hot and flushed - when there was tension in every line of his body just waiting to respond to Alex’s touch - wasn’t one of them. To deny himself that would have just been cruel. And Alex is learning to be gentler to himself, nowadays.
He leans over, careful to maintain the distance between their hips even as Michael spreads his legs to make room. He stays up on his knees, bending down only so far that their chests touch and he can claim Michael’s mouth in a kiss.
Michael surges up into the kiss as much as he can and Alex fits a hand to the space between the bed and his back, lifting him up closer. The angle presses his hips into a sharper angle and he breaks off the kiss with a filthy moan that wipes anything but the chase from Alex’s mind.
Alex presses Michael down again, spreading him out as he pushes Michael’s thighs apart with his knees, using the stability to balance himself as he traces his mouth across Michael’s skin. First from his lips, biting softly at his bottom lip before tracing a wet trail down his chin, ducking into the heaving hollow of his throat to taste the sweat there. With his free hand Alex traces a nipple, the firm swell of muscle and the hard tip, pinching it between his fingers as he sucks lightly on a collar bone.
Every twist of Michael’s body must shift the vibrator inside him, creating a doubled back loop to every one of Alex’s actions. Alex will trace the divet that runs down the center of Michael’s chest, stopping just above his belly button, and Michael’s hips will snap up as his body tries to chase the touch it wants so badly. And then he’ll arch and moan, his thighs trembling and wrists pulling against the bonds holding him in place. And Alex will feel all of it, his mouth on Michael’s heaving chest, hands splayed along his ribs, knees pressing Michael wider and wider every time he moves.
And every so often Michael will hit just the right spot, move in just the right way and his body will jump, chasing the sensation before it settles over him and his body will go almost limp with pleasure. It’s these moments that Alex holds onto, the way Michael softens. Lets himself fall open and drink in every part of the experience. It’s a wonder, really, to see.
He leans up to kiss Michael’s mouth again after one such movement, when Michael is still pliant and overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through him.
“I want to fuck you after you orgasm.”
Michael’s only response is a sharp keen and to return Alex’s kiss, body languid and open then surging up to meet him as the pleasure fades and he starts chasing the next wave.
“Is that still okay?” They’d talked about it before, but..
Michael nods, sharp and sure as he reaches up again to Alex’s lips. As he spreads his body even more, pressing up as far as his bonds will allow to try and press their bodies fully together. Michael pulls away and Alex feels something small and light hit his shoulder. His eyes open to Michael staring at him, the bottle of lube laying beside them where it had fallen after catapulting into Alex. Michael smirks, even through the hazy pleasure coursing through him, and Alex has never loved anyone more than he loves Michael, in that moment.
The openness and vulnerability that Michael wields so seemingly effortlessly never ceases to take Alex’s breath away. Now, it coils in his gut, the power that Michael has handed him. The trust that whatever Alex wants will be good for both of them. It’s a feeling more heady than any other drug Alex has tried and he is, easily, willingly, addicted to it.
Not breaking eye contact, Alex coats his dick with the lube, returning to where he had been crouched low over Michael’s body. He straddles Michael’s stomach, letting his thighs rest against Michael’s hips so that Michael feels it when he takes his own dick in his hand, stroking slowly. Michael’s dick presses hot against his ass and balls, pulsing and jumping at each movement of the vibrator inside him. There’s sweat and precum enough that he can work his ass over Michael’s cock and have it be just right - perfectly torturous for both of them but never quite enough.
And Alex lets himself move with it, hips thrusting into his hands, body moving above Michael’s as he kisses him deep and hot and let's Michael swallow every sound he lets out. For his part, Michael’s body moves in time with Alex’s matching rhythms as naturally as breathing, letting out increasingly high pants as he works his body towards the edge. “Alex-” he pants, trying to rip himself away, but Alex chases him, covering his mouth again as he squeezes the head of his own dick, pressing Michael fully into the mattress with all of his weight. Michael moans, too, lips moving as he tries both to return the kiss and plead for more. Finally, Alex takes pity on him, pulling away just enough to suck at his neck, letting Michael gasp for breath as he writhes.
“I’m there - fuck, please I’m so-” Michael continues his string of partially intelligible pleas. And he can feel it - that Michael is telling the truth. His whole body is taught and strung tight like a string under Alex’s. He imagines for an instant Michael’s body as an instrument tuned specifically for him to play. He traces his fingers along Michael’s side, pressing one final wet kiss to his chest before leaning up and capturing his mouth again in a kiss that is far too short.
“You have sixty seconds to come.” He whispers into Michael’s mouth then slides down the long line of him to take Michael’s cock completely into his mouth. Michael’s breath punches out and then his entire body twists, hips snapping in aborted movements as he tries not to choke Alex.
It won’t take long, Alex knows. Blindly he reaches for the control again, pressing the dial up almost all the way and fuck he feels it through Michael’s dick in his mouth as the vibrations intensify.
Alex hears the tell-tale pitch to his moans, feels Michael’s body loosen the way it always does when he’s about to orgasm, and he takes Michael’s dick in until the head brushes his throat. Presses his tongue flat against the shaft and swallows everything Michael has to offer.
Simultaneously he pulls out the vibrator, letting Michael’s orgasm work it out mostly on its own. It’s just as Michael’s body gives its last jerks that he is coating his own cock with another round of lube and he pushes inside, sweet and hot and Michael keens with it, with the overstimulation, as his dick twitches again.
He doesn’t waste any time - with Michael coming down there’s no reason to tease him anymore, and now he thrusts in deep and hard, finally chasing his own pleasure inside Michael’s perfectly pliant body. It only takes a handful of thrusts before he’s finished too, spilling inside Michael with one last deep grind. Michael twists and writhes and clenches around him, lost in the aftershocks, and Alex swears he sees stars as he watches Michael arch off the bed to take him in just that little bit deeper. He has to kiss him, then, both of them panting and spent and still somewhere in the frenzy of orgasm. The kiss is sloppy and more teeth meeting lips than anything else but Alex pushes, pushes in, down, tries to meld himself into Michael so that they can finally be close enough.
As the ferver dies and the kisses slow Michael goes completely limp, collapsing back onto the bed and his legs and shoulders falling completely open. Alex is about to take the opportunity to clean them up but as he starts to move Michael makes a small noise of discontent and alarm. Michael shakes his head, makes the sound again and Alex figures that yeah, with a scene that intense, it’s probably going to take Michael a minute to come back from it. So he settles back, dick softening but not yet fully outside of Michael’s ass. He wraps an arm underneath Michael’s, gently petting his hair as he tucks his head underneath Michael’s chin. Let’s himself breathe back into being as he places soft kisses on any patch of skin he can reach. It could be any amount of time later when Michael finally starts squirming, rubbing his head against Alex’s hand.
“Can you untie me?”
“Course. Is it okay to pull out?”
“Hmm.” Alex is aware that Michael would happily spend the rest of the night as Alex’s personal dick cozy, but his dissent has lost the fever pitch it had before as Alex leans up to undo the silk bands keeping Michael’s hands at bay.
As soon as he’s free Michael slides his hands up Alex’s sides, twisting a hand gently in his hair as the other wraps around his back. Alex stares down at him - at the soft amber of his eyes in the dim light.
They’re full of...and Alex knows the emotion. But love, affection..all the words he’s ever known to describe the array of human experience pales in comparison to what’s shining behind the contentment in every line of Michael’s body.
“Hey.” He says lamely, needing something to break the emotion. Something to hide behind so that it doesn’t overwhelm him.
“Love you,” is Michael’s murmured reply, and Alex has to smile at his refusal to give Alex the easy out anymore.
“I love you, too.” And maybe it’s not the whole truth. Maybe it doesn’t encompass everything and maybe there’s a part of him that still fears giving the universe a chance to take this away by speaking it aloud. But Michael’s smile grows almost impossibly bigger, and that’s worth it. “How are you feeling?”
Michael takes a second to answer, and Alex appreciates the time he takes to actually take stock of his body. He places a soft kiss on Michael’s forehead as they shift together.
“Hazy.”
“Need some more time?”
“Please.”
And really, what else is there to do, when Alex is given the opportunity to give Michael something solid to anchor him. They settle together, and Alex covers Michael’s body, leans up so he can tuck Michael’s head under his chin and Michael curls up his legs so they’re hooked around Alex’s thighs, drawing him even closer. He feels Michael nuzzle in against the center of his chest and it’s the closest thing Alex believes in to heaven, being allowed this. Being allowed to give Michael this comfort and security and love is a responsibility that used to terrify him - still does, sometimes. But that terror more and more, is turning to awe. And gratefulness that Michael didn’t, after everything, give up on him.
He rubs his face idly against Michael’s curls, shifting every once in a while to give Michael another sensation to catalog back into his awareness. Kisses his temples and rubs a hand up and down his arm. Takes a deep breath and is gratified when Michael mimics the motion to sink even deeper into the bed.
“Just about back?”
“Hmm. Yeah. I think you rewrote my body chemistry a little though. Christ.”
“Good thing?”
“Yeah. Everything’s....quiet. Calm. Like I’m still in that haze even though I can think and stuff again. Feels like a really really good buzz.” Michael laughs and Alex follows suit.
“Can’t believe you just used the ‘I get high off you’ line.”
“If the bong fits.” Michael shrugs, expression turning to a smirk. “And it does...fits really well .” Michael adds a suggestive eye wiggle and shimmies his hips, and Alex has to bury his head in Michael’s shoulder to control his laughter.
“That was terrible.”
“Made you laugh though.”
Michael says it as if that in itself is his reward and the feeling of that - of being important to Michael - disarms Alex just as it always does.
“Think I can go get a washcloth to clean us up?”
Michael sighs. “If you must.” Alex does briefly consider letting them fall asleep without the wipedown, but he decides against it when his hip falls into the wet patch on the sheets.
“I’m afraid I must. Can you-” But before he finishes the sentence a wet warm cloth appears, floating just in front of his field of vision. Michael smiles mischievously as Alex shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “We’re switching sides. You can sleep in the wet patch if it’s that important that I don't leave the bed.”
“Hmm,” is Michael’s only sleepy reply as he lets Alex clean them both up gently. Satisfied, Alex drops the cloth on the pile of his discarded clothing, silently apologizing to his pants that they’ll have to act as a moisture barrier tonight.
He settles back down, smiling as Michael immediately lays on top of him, spreading and sprawling his limbs out to maximize the areas where they touch. He wraps his arms around Michael’s back, warm and solid and lets his fingers trace the divet of his spine. He realizes -
“Where’s the plug?”
“Bathroom. It’s clean enough.” Is Michael’s murmured reply by his ear, and Alex yet again wonders at the convenience of having a telekinetic boyfriend. “Washcloth’s hanging up too, don’t know why you didn’t just ask me to-”
“Think you could iron my pants while you’re at it?”
Alex laughs at the muttered "Sure, your wish..." as Michael fades off.