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 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.