Michael's hands grip the other by the hips for a moment as they situate on the bed. Alex straddling his lap and fuck he'd missed this. No one was really like Alex, no one compared to how Michael felt when they were together. His hands caress upward from the other's hips over his sides at first and then one to his back and the other to Alex's thigh.

He seeks to deepen the kiss, lips parting and tongue brushing against Alex's.