The night is yours alone | Michael

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SINCE ITS THE 20TH OF NOVEMBER, YALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
OUR KITTEN BABY TURNED 21 TODAY I CANT EVEN BELIEVE IT. I remember him being a cute tiny 17 year old sigh <3 SO, A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE CUTEST HUMAN BEAN EVER

as some weird kind of happy birthday thing, I tried this out. hope it's nothing bad lol

Contains: fingering, dïldo
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It wasn't a bad idea, Michael thought later as he was alone, at home and in his room. He at first had laughed it off, especially since it had come from his friends. I mean, who takes it seriously when they tell you, with a pervy face, that you should treat yourself because it's a special day?

So yeah, he had laughed it off and even punched Calum's shoulder playfully, shaking his head and continuing with his drink. But now here he was, a few hours later and feeling a slight buzz of alcohol as he locked himself in his room. He thought back to it all and came across the thought, biting his lower lip as he remembered he had some stuff in a box, hidden in the back of his wardrobe, between other shoe-boxes. After all, it was only once in a year, right? A treat is in its place.

Michael moved over to his wardrobe, opening it and moving all the shoe-boxes aside to find the bright red one that was just a little different from the other bright red ones in the stack. It had a black M on the side, small but making it just a little different. And only Michael knew why the M was on it, obviously.

He took the red box to his bed, still biting his lip as he put it down. He really hadn't thought of using the stuff before, but right now it sounded good. He couldn't help it.

Michael took a deep breath, lifting the lid and taking in the contents, nodding at himself as he took out one thing, seeing as the rest weren't things he could really use when alone. Maybe one day someone would help him try them out, but for now, he would stick with himself.

He also fished some lube from his nightstand, back to biting his lip as he put the box aside and started taking off his clothes. He tried to tease himself, running a hand up his torso after his shirt was off and biting his lip again as he flicked a nipple. It made some kind of spark go through him, a soft huff of air escaping him at the feeling.

The black haired boy moved his hand back down his torso, ghosting it over his slowly growing bulge. He let out a soft 'ah', moving both his hands to the hem of his black skinny jeans. He unbuttoned them, slowly moving them down and groaning as they rubbed his boner through his tight boxers. He tugged the jeans off his ankles, moving a hand back up and caressing his own thighs. His legs started to feel like jello at the touch, making him fall down on his bed and sit up as he palmed himself slowly, imagining it was someone else.

Michael wasn't sure who he should imagine, but he just focused on the feeling, thinking it was someone else's hand palming him slowly and making him needy for more. "F.uck, please."

He moved his free hand to the hem of his boxers, trailing his index-finger along the edge and making his lips part, soft puffs of air leaving him. His eyes closed as his head moved back a little, feeling a little light-headed. He pulled at his boxers, letting his one hand stop and help the other, managing to get his boxers off and away with closed eyes.

He then had to open his eyes, taking the lube and coating a finger or three in the slick substance, throwing the bottle near the toy he had taken. With his back against the head board, slouched a little to reach back down better, the black haired boy teased his hole, letting a finger move over it and circle it, his breath hitching. He could imagine someone else teasing him, making him beg to move it in and open him up, getting him ready for their c.ock.

Michael moaned as he moved his finger in quick, his head fallen back against the headboard and his free hand clenching around the sheets beneath him. He moved his finger slow at first, getting used to it, because honestly, he hadn't done it in a while. He stuck to jerking off most of the times, only very occasionally sticking something up his own ass. Most times he was under influence of alcohol, just like now. Even if he was pretty sober now.

The black haired boy was quick to add a second finger, moving them a little faster, before carefully stretching himself around them. He groaned at the light burn it caused, his lower lip back between his teeth again. He bit it hard at first, until he started to feel the pleasure from his fingers, even adding the third. He didn't go slow anymore, thrusting them in and out, trying to keep quiet at the pleasure he received.

It was hard to keep his sounds in, especially when imagining someone with him. Someone who would tell him in a low voice to let it out, let them hear what they did to him, how they made him feel.

Michael pulled out his fingers, resisting the urge to whine at the sudden loss of pleasure. He had to push himself to open his eyes and sit up, taking the toy and lube in his hands as he sat on his knees. He was panting now, his chest heaving up and down as he felt a small drop of sweat trail down his neck. It felt good though, making him shiver as he lubed up the toy, biting his lip again and the idea of someone doing that for him, as he lay on his stomach or was up on all fours, waiting for the tip to press to his hole.

He moved on his hands and knees, one hand holding onto the toy and moving back. He had to angle himself a little awkwardly, but as the cold slick tip pressed to his hole, it was all worth it. With parted lips, the black haired boy pushed the toy in, slowly. He waited a little, not moving until he was comfortable as he imagined someone pressing kisses on his back, telling him he was doing so well. Taking it so good for them.

The black haired boy moaned as he angled the toy and pressed it further, pushing it right against his prostate. His one arm buckled, making him fall to the pillows, his face pressed against them as he panted at the pleasure the toy gave him. And he couldn't help but imagine again, someone else pulling the toy back, before pushing it in quick and hitting his prostate right away, repeating that same move. Michael was quick to be a whimpering mess, wanting to move his hand to his c.ock, but also wanting a bit of teasing.

His fingers fumbled at the end of the toy, soon finding the small switch and flipping it to the first, letting the toy vibrate. He moaned at the sudden feeling in his lower back, arching his back even more and moaning even louder as the vibrating toy pressed to his prostate. More whimpers spilled from his lips, mixing with low moans as he moved the toy to his sensitive spot again.

His imagination got the best of him again, a low voice asking him teasingly if he was close, how needy he was to release, if he was about to beg. It made a broken whimper escape him, words not even getting a chance to form, let alone move past his lips. He was so high on pleasure in that moment, that mixed with the slight buzz he still had had from the alcohol, making it hard to focus on anything but how f.ucking good it felt to have the vibrations shock against his prostate and then through his body.

"Close, f.uck, c-close." He mumbled, speaking to the person from his imagination as he moved a hand to his c.ock, once again imagining someone else. How that someone would lean down, still moving the toy and now also jerking him off slowly, their breath hot on his ear as they whispered for him to come. To let it all spill, dirty the sheets and show them how good they made him feel.

With a low moan, Michael spilled over his own hand and the sheets, his lips parted as he managed to work himself through his high. As he felt the bliss drift away, he immediately turned the vibrations off, slowly pulling the toy out and tossing it aside, slumping down beside the wet sticky patch he had created on the sheets. He nuzzled his face into the pillows, breathing out blissfully as he felt himself drift away.

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