Considering how many magazine Michael owned, I just know he loved touching himself and I’m obsessed
ohhhhhh, this mad me squeal 🥹. he's so adorable; a pretty young thing himself. he'd be so whiny and desperate for his own fingers...and then feel a but ashamed after with how loud he was.
**otw!era, michael has a vagina, loss of virginity (I think?), fingering, michael just kinda being hypnotized by just fingers LOL
Michael's breath hitches.
It's a little sound, barely noticeable yet it seems to stir the man next to him, further edging him forward. Michael was feeling particularly bold that night, throwing teasing remarks his partner's way and topping it off with a kiss—making sure to leave proof in the form of a lipstick print right on the man's cheek. He'd only swathed lipgloss hurriedly across his lips beforehand, simply to carry out his "plan".
But it seems said plan has backfired.
Michael isn't upset, no, but he's scared. He's scared of the way his heart races like it's trying to escape from him and that maybe soon it'll burst from his chest, showing the man just how much he cares for him. It's a deep seated desire, one that swallows him whole while Michael desperately tries to stay above, gasping for air.
So, when his partner gets closer—close enough for their noses to bump—Michael is already trembling.
"What," Michael swallows. "What're you doin'?" it comes out as a whisper.
The man cocks his head to the side, reaching over to place a hand on Michael's hip and pulling him closer. "Could ask you the same damn thing."
Oh, god, how is Michael supposed to navigate something like this?
He gasps as the man leans down, placing his nose in the crook of Michael's neck, taking in his scent. His perfume has surely long since faded, yet his partner greedily nuzzles into the sensitive skin.
Michael feels his pussy clench around empty air and he's already rolling his hips, desperate for stimulation; for release.
"Already? So needy…" the man chuckles.
"Please," Michael whines, yanking the man by his collar. "I'm yours. Do somethin'! Oh, geez, just make love to me!"
And Michael is immediately ravished, long and nimble fingers finding their way into his slacks and cotton panties, immediately pressing between his soaked folds before fingers start to rub at his clit.
"A-ah!" Michael whimpers, grabbing on to the man's arm. It's already too much. Michael has always been sensitive but the charged energy crackling in the air between them seems to make everything more potent.
And then the fingers are slowly, slowly, plunging themselves inside of him.
He's never…
O-oh…
He's touched himself, sure, but this is completely new territory. Tender kisses are pressed against his jaw, and Michael throws his head back against the cushions of the couch, feeling the man's fingers hitting spots he didn't even know existed.
"That feel good,Angel?" the man whispers against his ear. His warm breath makes him shiver. Michael squeals as the fingers become ruthless. He squirms, begging and crying out until heat coils in his abdomen and like pulling a ribbon undone, he breaks, cumming all over his fingers.
The man pulls him closer, hand still on his pussy, peppering more kisses across the side of his face.
Michael turns to him, eyes glazed over, a determined glint sparkling within.
omega!michael x younger alpha!black male oc (unnamed) ෆ
**mature!era, courting, age gap, drabble, lots of fluff <3
Michael buries his face into the palms of his hands, desperately trying to hide the way his cheeks start to flush, blooming with color. Here this young alpha is again, right outside his doorstep, a bouquet of marigolds in his grasp. His dark eyes are bright, locs falling over his eyes, skin dark brown and beautiful. Michael is flattered, truly he is! But…
“C’mon,” the alpha hums. There’s no force or grit in his tone—it’s bordering on desperate, like a puppy begging petulantly. “Please, Michael. Gimme a chance. I can treat you right.”
Michael has no doubt about it. But…
“You,” Michael starts, slowly removing his hands from his face. “You are very sweet, I’ve never met anyone like you. But,”
He sighs.
“Darling, I’m much too old for you. You’re young and spry. There are plenty of lovely omegas out there who’d love to get to know you better.” Michael smiles.
The alpha seems to contemplate his words for a moment before clicking his tongue. “But I don’t want others. I want you.”
Michael starts to take pity on him. He’s twenty-five; Michael is in his early forties. It feels strange and Michael desperately tries to tamper down any thoughts that start to get bold and too interesting.
Michael, slowly, steps down the marble staircase, coming face to face with the alpha, feeling his heart swoop at the way he has to crane his neck up just slightly to see the alpha’s gaze.
Michael’s eyes study the alpha’s face. He smells like incense and cinnamon, like one of those esoteric shops he likes to browse every so often. It couldn’t hurt, right? To indulge him… just for a little and see where things go.
He smiles, teeth and all. “Ah, well… I suppose…” Michael sighs, nervously messing with his fingers.
The alpha leans down slightly, nuzzling his nose into Michael’s neck, right against his scent gland, making him flinch. His hands place themselves on the alpha’s shoulders instinctively.
“O-Oh,” Michael gasps.
He’s scenting him!
And then the alpha—his alpha?—pulls away, placing the marigolds in his hands before rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.
“You won’t regret this, I promise. I guess… I’ll see you ‘round.”
Michael blows the alpha a tiny kiss before giggling and retreating back inside, the prospect of something new and exciting just on the horizon.
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