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.
Everything was so familiar to how they used to be. The way that it felt being with Michael Guerin. The only one who had ever had his heart. Only one he'd ever loved and would ever love. He's not even sure that anyone else could ever compare to the alien that he was straddling. If anything, Michael had ruined him for anyone else.
One hand reaches up to wrap around Michael while the fingers of his other hand card through his hair. It felt like he could breathe better when he was with the other. Things were simpler. Nothing to hold them back. He gives a soft sound into the kiss and tangles his tongue with Michael's, closing his eyes and taking in the feel of the other.
Michael groans low into the kiss, his hands going to the other's hips once more and he shifts to put Alex onto his back, pressing over him and settling between his legs as his hand slid over the other's chest, thumb brushing over one of his nipples as his other hand cups Alex's face.
He lets his fingers card through Michael's hair, hand sliding up along his side even when they're suddenly in a reverse position. He gives a groan at the feel of the thumb brushing over his nipple, his body pressing up against Michael's.
He deepens the kiss even more and closes his eyes to take in the feel of the other.
"Please tell me you're not going to tell me to stop and slow down," Michael murmurs, breaking the kiss and pressing his lips to the side of the other's neck, dragging some skin between his teeth and leaving a little mark, he couldn't help himself.
His hips pressed forward into Alex's as if urging him to give him the answer Michael is clearly wanting.
A part of Alex wanted to tell Michael that they needed to slow down or stop, something. However, he didn't actually want any of this to stop. The other was a part of his life that he just couldn't get enough of. So, he does what he can to ignore anything he'd been thinking of before. Not easy, but doable.
He tilts his head back and presses up against Michael, eyes closing at the sensation running through him," I don't want you to stop, Michael."
Michael is relieved to hear those words, that they can do this, that he can touch and feel Alex the way he needs to feel. Words had never been the way Michael communicated, which might always have been part of the problem, that he couldn't rely on words. That his language was physical or music and music had been taken away from him.
Michael continued kissing the other's neck as his hips rutted against Alex's slowly. His fingers pulling at the other's shirt to tug it up so he can touch his stomach, his chest.
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He seeks to deepen the kiss, lips parting and tongue brushing against Alex's.
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One hand reaches up to wrap around Michael while the fingers of his other hand card through his hair. It felt like he could breathe better when he was with the other. Things were simpler. Nothing to hold them back. He gives a soft sound into the kiss and tangles his tongue with Michael's, closing his eyes and taking in the feel of the other.
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His kiss his hungry, touch a little desperate.
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He deepens the kiss even more and closes his eyes to take in the feel of the other.
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His hips pressed forward into Alex's as if urging him to give him the answer Michael is clearly wanting.
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He tilts his head back and presses up against Michael, eyes closing at the sensation running through him," I don't want you to stop, Michael."
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Michael continued kissing the other's neck as his hips rutted against Alex's slowly. His fingers pulling at the other's shirt to tug it up so he can touch his stomach, his chest.