...kaiser pressing you down into the bed, fingering you so so so good and for so long, it's all too much.
he's still mostly clothed, bearing down on you from behind. the press of his skin against yours is all good, too good, and you're on the teary verge of babbling from it.
just as your breath bumbles and you whimper his name, he finally leans down enough to whisper in your ear, hot breaths tickling along your skin:
"not kaiser. michael."
and you stumble, blanking for a moment before almost blubbering back that you can't say his name. you... don't know how to say his name right. you're not a native speaker.
he knows this, of course, just like how he knows that the syllables in his name are the ones you struggle with the most, unnatural in your mouth, and that after trying and failing for so long that it's embarrassing for you to try.
tired of your floundering--or perhaps amused by it--his fingers grow more insistent in their leisurely search between your legs, and you soar up into an arch, back pressing deliciously close into the warmth of his chest.
"come now, you have to at least give it a try. after all," he simpers into your ear, lips flirting with the ridges and divots of your skin "you want to be my sweet girl for me, hm?"
it's even more embarrassing how quickly your body responds to his words, burning even hotter than at his touch.
before you know it, the sounds start to dribble from your mouth, and his fingers dance along where you need it the most, as kaiser keenly encourages you.
between his touches and the gentle, crooning words he whispers in your ear, of how close you're getting and how pleased he is that you're making progress, soon enough your attempts to pronounce his name start losing all form at all.
and as you moan your pleasure and the warmth that envelops you, losing almost all semblance of the sounds he wants to hear, kaiser slinks his other arm around you and taps his finger against the spot where he knows you need him the most.
"now, now, it's not 'ha'. my name is not 'Mi-ha-el'" he whispers slowly, as if parting with a secret, an exchange meant for you and no one else. "'cha', it's 'cha', my dear, it's 'Mi-cha-el'."
just as he enunciates the sound into your ear, he circles his finger with a pressure that has you seeing stars and finally, finally, he lets you come undone.
kaiser presses you against him, presses you to him as you writhe against his body, holding you close to him as your body desperately struggles to get away from the pleasure and still, still, to feel more and more of it.
as you come down from your high, the gentle shhh in his name that has been dancing through your mind grows louder still, and it's with your growing clarity that you realize that it is michael himself that is making this sound.
as your thrashing dies down, kaiser softly blows the song of it against your skin, his lips trailing the side of your cheek, and you find that the hand clutching around your waist has started to sway in soothing swirls on your side.
with the gentle curve of his kisses and his breath tingling along your face, kaiser stops hushing you, and you feel his smile against you before you hear it, his fingers twitching at your sides.
"well done, darling. you're doing much better now, thanks to my tutelage. maybe if we continue with this, you'll get it on our next try."
