Michael: You watch your boyfriend on stage, loving the way he pulls his plump lower lip between his teeth when he's focused on a complicated guitar riff, and how his mouth falls open when he gets it, panting, a hint of a smirk on his face and his green eyes hooded, sweat running down the side of his face and plastering his hair over his forehead, making him look like he's just had a mind blowing orgasm, you bite your lip, whimpering softly, thankfully it is drowned out by the insistent screaming around you, you clamp your thighs together, trying to ignore the wetness gathering in your underwear until the show is over. And when finally you meet Michael in the dressing room, he grins, enveloping you in a sweaty hug "I missed you" he murmurs, kissing your neck gently, you whimper, tilting your head to give him more access "the boys are going clubbing, what about we spend the night at a hotel?" He whispers, you nod, grinning as he guides you out the door. After a long cab ride, spent making out on the backseat, you arrive at an expensive hotel and book a room for the night. You are staying in a penthouse suite, with the most breathtaking view of the New York skyline, but you barely notice it as Michael backs you into the room, his lips attached to yours "Michael-Michael I need you" you gasp, he chuckles and lays you down on the bed, peppering kisses over your face and neck, you are puzzled as to how gentle he's being, usually he's slamming into you from behind by know, not wasting time on butterfly kisses and foreplay "Michael, hurry, I need you so bad" you whine, he sits up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling lazily "just relax beautiful, let me take care of you" he whispers, you are confused "Michael what on earth is going on?" You mutter, he smiles coyly and kisses the corner of your lips, pushing off your dress "I wanna make love to you baby girl" you're shocked at your boyfriend's words, Michael doesn't 'make love' to you, he fucks you. Senseless "have you and the guys been experimenting with drugs or something?" You ask, scanning his face, he chuckles, shaking his head "no babe, I just don't want you to be in pain all the time after we have sex, I've realised I'm a bit rough with you" he kneads your breasts gently, careful not to squeeze too hard, he continues his butterfly kisses along your chest, down your stomach, leaving only one or two faint lovebites, his mouth reaches your aching core and he kisses your clit lightly, making you shiver "Michael" you whimper, gripping his hair, he grins, flicking his tongue against you, you cry out, wishing he would hurry up and tongue fuck you, but instead he gets to his feet, peeling off his sweaty clothes, he groans as his stiff hard on springs free, smacking against his stomach and smearing precum above his navel, he crawls on top of you, pumping himself a couple of times before pushing his swollen tip into you, he eases the rest in slowly, allowing you to adjust before thrusting again slowly "this is harder than I thought" he mumbles, clenching his jaw, trying to keep the same slow rhythm, you moan, loving how you can feel every delicious inch of him, he rests his forehead against yours, his bright green eyes meeting yours just as he presses against your g-spot, you gasp, your eyes screwing shut as you bite your lip "found it" Michael smirks, hitting it again, changing his angle, and hitting it again even stronger, his hips bucking a little faster at the sight of your pleasure "that nice baby girl?" He pants, and there is a hint of his usual dominace in his voice, his rough side fighting it's way up to the surface, you nod breathlessly, expecting him to snap at you to 'use your words', but instead he grins and presses his lips to yours, kissing you tenderly, his dominance subdued for now, he is able to reign himself in, slowing his thrusts and lessening his grip on your hips "I love you" he whispers, nuzzling his nose against your neck "I love you too" you murmur, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face "but Mikey?" He looks up worriedly "just fuck me already" you giggle, he smirks, shaking his head as he chuckles "you're such a naughty girl you know?" He feigns seriousness, giving you a stern look as he continues thrusting into you slowly "I'm trying to be romantic and considerate, and all you want is for me to fuck you" he shakes his head, pretending to look disappointed "but if that's what my baby really wants..." he trails off, smirking and gives you a little shrug, pushing your knees up and rocking into you with the force of a wild animal, attacking your neck with his mouth, you moan, screaming his name in both pain and pleasure, his grip on your waist is like a vice, pinning you to the mattress "Michael-Michael I-I'm close" you whimper, he grunts, thrusting faster, both of you chasing your highs, he slams his lips against yours, kissing you feverishly as you clench around him, you let out a long cry as you are enveloped by euphoria, whimpering as Michael bucks his hips frantically, scrunching his face up with a groan as he hits his high, collapsing on top of you, his skin shivering "you know, I think I deserve an award for being able to control myself for so long and not completely fuck your brains out straight away" Michael pants, rolling off of you and pulling you into his arms, you laugh tiredly, snuggling up to his sweaty chest, he pulls the blanket on top of you and kisses your forehead "good night baby" he murmurs.
He Tries To Be Gentle
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