Makeout sesh with inexperienced!Michael
not proofread, sorry for any errors!
It was very clear that Michael wasn't 100% sure what he was doing when it came to making out. He wasn't bad, but he was awkward and not as relaxed as you were.
You pulled away and looked at him, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, lips pink from all the kissing.
“You alright Mikey?” you asked in a whisper, he furrowed his brows, his big eyes squinting just slightly.
“Why wouldn't I be?” He sounded genuinely confused, which made a pitiful laugh slip past your lips. His hands were still on your hips, although they seemed fidgety, like he wanted to touch more but was scared.
“You just– you just seem.. Uncomfortable?” You try to think of the right words to describe Michael's awkwardness. You don't want him to feel bad or embarrassed.
There's nothing wrong with Michael's lack of experience, you actually almost find it endearing. But you also want to be able to help him feel more comfortable, more confident.
He's still looking at you, expression more confused than before now. His hands drop from your hips to the mattress on either side of you.
“Did I do something wrong?” His tone is that embarrassed one you’ve heard before, it makes your heart ache slightly.
“No, no!” you're quick to shut down that thought. “You just don't seem so confident in what you're doing.” He's nodding his head slowly as you talk.
You remove your arms from around his shoulders, bring your hands down to his and place his hands back on your hips.
“I don't want you to hold back, if I wasn't comfortable id let you know” you muttered with a smile, his face was already flushed, he looked so beautiful in front of you.
You moved in closer again, bringing one hand to his chin and kissing his cheek.
“Just go with your feelings, yeah?” you whispered, leaning in to place your lips back on his.
And for a few moments again he was awkward, trying to get back into rhythm.
But once he did? You could feel how much more confident he was. His hands were still soft on you, but he caressed your hips more fluidly, less robotic, and allowed one of his hands to slide under your shirt just slightly.
You pulled away barley, just for a moment, your eyes flickering down to his flushed lips.
This time his lips chased after yours, sucking on your top lip as soon as you both came back into contact. You smiled at the feeling.
His confidence was building up by the second.
You nudged him just slightly, getting him to lean back more on his bed. He didn't freeze momentarily, didn't tense up out of nerves, but instead went with it.
He rested back fully against his pillows, and between kisses you whispered.
“Is this okay?” Your hands move to rest on either side of his head.
He seemed so entranced, he replied breathily “yes– yes of course. I love you, i love you”
It placed an unnameable ache in your heart, a good one.
How’d you ever find someone so good?