"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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Date: 2020-04-22 09:30 pm (UTC)His hips pressed forward into Alex's as if urging him to give him the answer Michael is clearly wanting.
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Date: 2020-04-23 04:38 am (UTC)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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Date: 2020-04-27 12:17 am (UTC)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.