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"GRAB MY HAND MICHAEL" I yelled, rushing down the hallway headed for the vent that would get us out of here.
I threw my arm behind me as I ran and felt Michael grip it lightly. As we approached the vent I pulled Michael in front of me and practically threw him in ahead of me.
"CRAWL, CRAWL!" I yelled as I followed Michael into the vent. His ass was in my face, but I couldn't think about that right now.
I could hear the thudding of heavy metal behind us and I knew that whatever was chasing us would be caught up pretty soon. All I could do was crawl and hope we would get there in time.
After what felt like forever, we finally reached the end of the vent. Michael got in first and immediately turned to help me out. I grabbed his hand and got out, right as the vent door snapped shut. I ran to press the button to start the elevator.
The elevator started to rise, and I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that we had made it. Michael sunk down against the edge of the elevator, rolling his head back and breathing heavily. Honestly, it was kind of hot.
"We did it!" I told him excitedly.
I watched as he opened his eyes and slowly rose his head back up. "Hmm? Oh yes. We did! Sorry I'm so out of breath. I thought- I thought that was the end"
"So did I. But we made it. It's okay now, alright?" I said, bending down beside him and placing my hand on his shoulder, rubbing it slowly.
He jumped slightly at my touch. His eyes darted quickly to where my hand was. He gulped, and I could see pink start to rise on his cheeks. "Y-Yeah um" he mumbled, avoiding my eye contact.
I stood back up, smirking slightly. I loved how easy it was to fluster him.
The elevator reached the top and the door slowly cranked open, creaking loudly.
We both stepped out and we were so glad to finally have some fresh air. We breathed in deeply. I couldn't believe that had happened. I couldn't believe we had survived.
We stood for a moment in awkward silence.
"So..." Michael began. "I'm going to go home, I think. I was wondering if- I mean, since today was so, you know. Do you want to-"
"Yes I'll come home with you, if that's what you want" I answered.
"Yeah, I want that. If you're sure?" He said softly.
"Of course I'm sure" I persuaded him.
He smiled briefly and then turned to walk to his car. I followed behind him.
We both got in the car. Michael fumbled in his pocket for a moment before pulling out his keys and starting the car. We drove for a while in silence. I could see Michael glancing at me out of the corner of his eye every so often. He was also twiddling his thumbs at the top of the steering wheel. I knew he wanted to say something, but couldn't get the courage to.
Michael's shyness made my head spin. I loved how he couldn't hold eye contact and how awkward he was. That meant I had to make all the moves, but that was okay with me. As long as I knew he wanted it too.
We drove for a while longer in silence until we pulled up outside a house, which I presumed was Michael's house. That was confirmed when Michael stopped the car and opened the door to get out.
I got out of the car too and followed Michael to the door of his house. He once again fumbled with the keys trying to unlock his door. He eventually got it unlocked and we both stepped inside.
His house was nice, it was well decorated and spacious. My mind wasn't thinking about his house decorations though. I knew he had invited me here for one specific reason, but I wanted to have my fun.
"So, why did you invite me here?" I asked innocently.
Michael turned suddenly to look at me.
"Oh- Well about that. I was wondering if you wanted to maybe- fuck I- I feel wrong saying it. I think you know" he stuttered.
I stepped closer to him. "I'm not sure I understand. What do you want from me?" I questioned, unable to hide the smirk on my face.
Michael started breathing heavier and a blush started rising on his cheeks once again. "Please, don't tease me. I can't- I can't handle it" he mumbled.
I decided I'd go easy on him for now. "I know what you mean. Where's your room?" I questioned.
He grabbed my hand shyly and slowly pulled me to his room. Once we were both in, he closed the door behind us.
He stood, waiting for me to say something. God, he was so submissive.
"Get on the bed" I ordered. He did so instantly. He kept avoiding my eye contact which I knew I'd have to put to use later.
He lay down on the bed, blinking nervously. He was waiting for me to tell him what to do.
"Have you got lube or anything like that?" I asked, wanting to be prepared in advance. He pointed to a box hidden in the corner of his room. I walked over and opened it. Inside, there was a strap on, lube, vibrators and other toys including ropes. Holy fuck this man was kinky.
I pulled out the lube and set it on his bedside table. I didn't need it yet, I needed some build up first.
I got on the bed and started to get on top of him. "Is this okay?" I asked. He nodded quickly and gulped. He still wouldn't make eye contact even when my face was inches above his.
"I need you to look at me, can you do that?" I teased.
Slowly his eyes met with mine. His eyebrows were slightly upturned in the middle. He looked desperate, but it wasn't going to be that easy.
I stared at him for a while. He was so beautiful.
I leaned further in so that I was right beside his ear."Tell me what you want" I whispered.
He broke eye contact immediately. "You know I can't do that" he muttered.
"You're going to have to if you want something" I replied.
He sighed. "Just- touch me"
I ran my fingers through his hair lightly. "Like this?"
"No- Please stop teasing. I'm so-" he started.
"So what?" I continued teasing.
He glanced down. It was only then I noticed the bulge in his pants.
"Ohhh I see. You want me to do something about that?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
He nodded quickly.
I removed his shirt with his help, and then moved onto his trousers. I tugged them off easily and tossed them aside. Michael's face was getting redder by the second.
The only thing left on him were his boxers. You could very clearly see his bulge through them.
"Sit up a bit" I ordered. He immediately sat up and leaned back towards his headboard on his bed so that he was at an angle.
I crawled towards him and went in to kiss him. He kissed back softly. I knew I could easily take the lead in this kiss but I wanted things to be interesting.
I palmed his bulge and immediately got a reaction. He gasped softly and that's when I inserted my tongue into the kiss. I lead with my tongue and continued palming softly. He tried not to moan, but he could barely kiss back even with the light pressure I was applying. He was so sensitive.
After some more kissing I pulled away and started sucking down his neck. He gasped again. His neck must be sensitive.
I continued down his body leaving soft kisses. Michael slowly threw his head back, very obviously holding in any gasps or moans.
I got to the band of his boxers before sitting back up. He looked at me, waiting to see what was next. Suddenly, I grabbed the band of his boxers and pulled down. His dick sprung out and hit his stomach. He looked at it nervously.
"You want me to continue?" I asked.
"Please- Please, yes" He answered.
I quickly reached and grabbed the lube from the bedside table. I didn't need much, Michael was already leaking precum and I hadn't even touched him properly.
I lathered my hand and then started slowly pumping Michaels dick and he whined, a much higher pitch than his normal talking voice. He immediately slapped his hand over his mouth.
I continued stroking. Even though his hand was covering his mouth it didn't do much to muffle the high pitched sounds that left him.
"Hands off. I wanna hear you" I demanded.
He complied, but looked extremely embarrassed.
I continued stroking, picking up the pace this time. He threw his head back again. He sounded much better now that he wasn't muffled.
I stopped stroking and ran my thumb over his slit. His hips bucked up and he couldn't stop the loud whine that came out of his mouth.
"Mmm do that- ahh- again please" he said through his heavy breathing.
I listened and ran my thumb over his slit again. More precum escaped through the tip.
"Fuck- I like that" he gasped.
"Yeah?" I said. I took my hand off completely. He couldn't cum yet.
He whined loudly in disapproval. "What?" he questioned.
"It's not that easy to get what you want" I told him.
He looked at me bashfully.
"If you want more you have to beg" I demanded.
"I-I can't" He whined.
"Okay. Guess I'll just leave you to it" I said, pretending to get off.
"No! No please. Please. I'm so good. Just let me have what I want" He begged.
"What do you want?" I continued.
"I want- you" he replied.
"I already told you I'm here. Be more specific" I said.
He covered his face again. "I want- your- you know"
"I don't know" I loved teasing him. I could do it all day.
Michael finally gave in. "Your dick. Please"
"Of course. That's all you had to say. Now uncover your face like I told you" I commanded.
He did so instantly.
I bent down. I would give him what he wanted eventually, but I still wanted my fun.
I took his dick into my mouth. I wasn't going to do this for long, because I knew the effect it was going to have.
I was right. I could see both of his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly on either side of me. He was whimpering as I bobbed my head up and down, taking as much as I could.
I focused on the tip, knowing he was sensitive there. His hips were bucking up and I knew he was fighting against it so that I didn't choke.
I took my mouth off briefly. "That's a good boy" I told him.
He whined again, extremely loud this time. As I swirled my tongue around his tip his whines only got louder and more high pitched. He put his arm over his eyes out of embarrassment.
"Ah! Fuck I'm going to- mmm- I'm going to-" he moaned.
I took my mouth off. "No! I was so close. Please keep going, please- it's too much" he complained.
"Hey- be good. I'll give you what you want, be patient" I said.
I got more lube out and stroked myself a couple of times. I was so busy with Michael I forgot how hard I was. Fuck.
"You ready for me?" I asked.
"Yes- I'm um- already stretched" Michael admitted.
"Wait, change positions" I decided.
He climbed on top to ride me and I rested against the headboard. I loved this position because I could reach his hair, to pull it, and also his dick if he was being good.
He lowered himself onto my dick. We both groaned.
He started moving up and down, slowly at first, but then he starting getting faster. The faster he went the more he whimpered and groaned softly.
He put a hand on his dick and started to get himself off, moaning louder each time he pumped.
I grabbed his hand to stop him.
"Ah-ah-ah-No! Why'd you stop me?" He whined.
"You know why. I'm in control. Be a good boy for me" I demanded.
He nodded softly. He looked wrecked already.
I grabbed his hips and slowly started thrusting. I loved the sounds he was making. The soft gasps, the loud moans that he had tried to hold back and best of all, the high pitched whimpers.
I sped up and knew he was getting close again. I started stroking his dick again, matching my pace.
"I gonna cum! Ah- fuck fuck fuck mmm-" he moaned.
I took my hand off and stopped moving.
"Fuck! Please I'm so sensitive, let me cum" he begged.
"I'm not going to be over with such a pretty boy so fast" I said. "Get off the bed and on your knees. I need a favour"
He did as he was told. I sat at the edge of the bed and he kneeled in between my legs.
I was painfully hard.
He took my dick into his mouth without me having to ask. He bobbed his head up and down quickly and swirled his tongue around my tip. He placed one hand on my dick too and started pumping. As he did this he licked my slit.
"Such a good boy" I mumbled. I could barely concentrate, I was seeing stars.
I didn't want to moan too much, since I was supposed to be entirely in charge, but fuck, he really knew what he was doing.
I put one of my hands in his hair. I pulled it sharply causing Michael to moan, which sent vibrations through my dick. I was close, but I didn't want to cum yet.
I pulled his head off of my dick. "Good job. You're so good for me" I said whilst panting. Michael looked pleased.
"Get back on the bed" I commanded.
Michael sat on the bed.
"Lie down" I said.
He obeyed instantly.
I got on top and pulled one of his legs over my shoulder so that I could hit his g-spot with ease. I couldn't wait to hear the sounds when that happened.
"Ready for me again?" I asked.
"Please" Michael said.
I slid into him. I knew I had to let him cum this time because I was about to.
I started off slowly and then picked up the pace. Michael's whines were getting more high pitched every time I hit his spot, but he was so far gone he didn't even care. His eyes were shut tightly and he was gripping the bedsheets again.
I groaned. He was such a pretty sight.
I got faster and sloppier, knowing I was going to finish soon.
I started stroking Michael's dick again, focusing on the top since he liked it so much. Michael was a stuttering mess.
"Pl- Please- cum- ah-ah- Mmm- cum- I'm gonna" Michael moaned.
"Come on then, cum for me-ah-what a good boy" I told him.
I stroked him even faster and finally saw ropes of white shoot out of his dick. He arched his back and groaned loudly, whimpering as I kept thrusting, slowing down slightly.
"Yes- that's good- mmm" he mumbled.
As he came down from his high I slowed my stroking until he was fully done. I removed my dick and sat up. I didn't get to cum but, It didn't matter.
"Wait- did you get to-" he questioned.
"Don't worry about me. Let me clean you up" I assured him.
"No- I want to help you. Please?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Sit against the headboard" he commanded.
I obeyed. "This doesn't make you less of a bottom by the way" I mentioned.
He smiled.
He took my dick in his hand and started pumping. Whilst doing that he started sucking on my neck, obviously trying to leave a mark. I gasped softly. How did he know my neck was sensitive?
I was so close already. I moaned softly, still trying to maintain my top energy although, it really wasn't working.
"You like that?" Michael whispered.
"Fuck, yes. I'm gonna-"
"Do it"
I came into Michael's hand, throwing my head back as Michael continued to suck my neck.
I breathed heavily, trying to regain my composure.
"Fuck. We need to do that more often" I chuckled.
Michael laughed. "Definitely"