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It was two years later when they said I do. They went through everything together. They made headlines for walking out with hands held tight, Superstar Luke Hemmings Finally Meets The One. Their first sober kiss was light and fluffy, it was an hour before midnight and Michael asked "Do you believe in soulmates?" Michael moved in six months later. Kate called Mike 'Dad' the following week.
Michael didn't propose to Luke until Kate was okay with it. She was, obviously, beyond okay with it. The four year old didn't really understand what was happening, but she was excited about it.
Luke started up touring again, only an American and Europe tour to start with, but he knows he's going to take on the world for a second time soon. Michael and Kate came with him for most of the tour, standing on the side stage watching him do his thing.
Kate loved Michael and Michael loved Kate. Mike would give her baths and make bubble mohawks with her brown hair. He would sneak her chocolate bars before dinner then let her stay up playing Mario Kart. Michael would be a better father than his own ever was.
Luke chuckled as Michael pressed him up against the door of their beach house. Michael bit Luke's lip, dragging it out before leaning back in and kissing him deeply. "I'm slightly bummed out you didn't change you last name," Michael said, a smile sewn to his face. His shaky hands pulled on Luke's dark bow tie.
"Well, maybe I'm upset you didn't change your last name," Luke responded. His own hands were sliding Michael's jacket off of his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor.
The room was dim, the lights very low. Just past the closed curtains, the ocean could be heard. There was something Luke always loved about the crashing of the tides, he was glad to finally share it with someone.
Michael had his hands on Luke's side as he unbutton the blonde's suit jacket. His hands were so soft against Luke's skin, he leant his head against the closed bedroom door, letting out a satisfied moan leap into the air.
Mike pulled the fabric off of him. A pile of their clothes was filling up the cedar wood floors. Luke pressed his long, slim fingers against Michael's chest, pushing him towards the clean bed in the center.
The dark-haired boy could feel his knees buckle as he fell onto the bed. He closed his bright green eyes at the feeling of Luke's lips on his skin, his fingers on his belt, his breath against his neck. His eyes were gaining back color, his smile was growing true, his happiness seemed to radiate.
Luke straddled Michael's thighs, the palms of his hands feeling the plush stomach of his newly-announced husband. He's so in love.
The blonde leant down, attaching their swollen, pink lips. Michael felt over each individual vertebrate protruding through the stretched skin. His finger tips were so warm compared to Luke's cold body.
Michael flipped them over, his strong arms surrounding Luke's body like a blanket. In some sense, Michael was Luke's security blanket. He was the one thing that made him feel safe, he was the one thing that made him feel loved.
Luke arched his back until his hips rubbed against Michael's bare hard-on. He let out a chuckle as he kissed Mike's nose. "I love you."
Michael laughed as he left slobbery kisses up Luke's neck, "Do you think you wanna start a family with me soon?" His voice was quiet and delicate, it was like soft footsteps on a creaking hardwood floor.
Luke moved his hands from Mike's neck to the back of his own, itching at the skin. "Maybe, j-just not now."
Michael nodded as he started to go down. He left quick pecks down Luke's flat torso, paying extra attention to the sensitive space between his hipbone and member. His knees were on on the ground as he pulled Luke close to him. He left a kiss on the tip of Luke's swollen head, his tongue leaving his mouth to lick around the erect member.
Luke had his eyes closed, his head falling back on the sheets. He was already clenching and his partner hasn't even done anything.
Michael had his arms wrapped tightly around Luke's thighs as he started to take more of him down his warm throat. Mike hollowed his cheeks before quickly sucking in. His head was bobbing up and down, his teeth scraping the throbbing vein at just the right moments.
Luke was always loud (Michael found that out quickly). His moans were so breathy yet such high decibels. Their honeymoon bedroom filled with screams and whines as Luke's hips thrusted into Michael's mouth.
Michael tried not to choke as tears rimmed his red eyes. He held Luke down as he moved up from his knees and positioned himself more comfortably. Michael's head was bobbing quicker and quicker and Luke clutched the bedsheets tightly. His back was arching past his control, his eyes stayed tightly closed, moans leaving his mouth even after he bit down on his dry lips.
Luke always came without warning (Michael also found that one out quickly). He was releasing hot spurts down Mike's throat as he took it all. The dark-haired partner released his tight grip slightly, his short nails still digging into the hips of Luke.
Michael removed his mouth, saliva dripping from his dark pink lips. He slid Luke back up the bed as he dug through his luggage, he threw a tube of lube next to Luke's body.
The blonde opened his eyes in small slits, watching blurry shadows of his partner bent over as he moved around many sets of clothing. "Don't worry about it," he called out.
Michael turned around, his pale, bare back glowing compared to the dark walls. "Are you su-?"
"Please, just fuck me." Luke was craving the feeling of Michael inside of him. He was needy. He was a princess. Royalty doesn't wait.
Mike let out a deep chuckle as he made his way back to the bed. Michael slid his body in front of Luke, picking up the dainty ankles of the other boy and placing them over his bent thighs. He reached over, opening the almost empty lube.
His fingers were coated generously before he let two fingers slide into Luke's bum. He could feel Luke clenching as he started to prepare his body for yet another climax.
Michael had his fingers scissoring and curling. Luke was practically in tears. His fingers played with his numb nipples, squeezing them to make the feeling more intense.
Michael added a third finger as he sped up the thrusts. He rotated his wrist and started to hit new, different spots. "Tell me when the feeling's right," he whispered. His lips lingered a kiss on Luke's bent knee.
"I think I'm prepped for the next four days now," Luke laughed.
Michael looked down on him. From this view, Luke had the skin under his neck bunched up, a normal double chin appearing under his goofy smile. He still looked like a goddess, a princess. Michael's goddess, Michael's princess.
He pulled out his fingers as he coated his own member with the cold, cold lube. He tried not to hiss at the sudden change. "Are you sure you're okay with not using-?"
"Mikey, please," Luke begged. His hands fell to the side of the bed as he thrusted his hips upwards towards Michael once again.
The dyed boy laughed at his needy husband as he lined himself up. Luke's legs were wrapped tightly around Michel's middle back as he pulled him closer and closer. Mike couldn't get any good leverage as Luke was holding on to him so closely.
He was the all the way in, his hands pressed flat against the sheets next to Luke's bare body. Mike rotated his fluid hips only slightly, but that one adjustment hit that one spot. Luke let out a huge groan as he was back to the intense feeling he's felt so many times before.
Michael pulled out slowly, trying to get Luke to loosen up. He started to rust back in as pleasure overwhelmed the two of them. Their eyes were closed as sweat started to drip from their hair lines. Their mouths were half open, breathy and low moans left Mike's mouth as much louder ones left Luke.
Mike was moving quicker, his thrusts were hard, and deep. They were everything Luke needed after an exhausting day of relatives and vows and tight suit jackets. He was whispering sweet little nothings in Luke's ear as his thrusts got sloppier.
Luke reached up his hands, gripping onto Michael's shoulders. Sweat was lining their crimson bodies as even Michael started to let out deep, huskier sounds.
Luke released his second climax of the night over their stomachs and chests. Michael quickly followed in a few more pants and thrusts. His arms were sore from holding up his body and his entire body was shaking.
Luke moved up, Michael pulling out.
The blonde pushed off the top cover as Michael came closer. Luke rested his head on the clean pillow. His eyes stayed closed as his breath slowed down. Michael's heart was beating faster and faster, it wasn't helping as he looked at the beauty next to him. "Well Mr. Hemmings-Clifford, today was eventful," Mike sighed. He leant over, pressing a soft peck to Luke's forehead.
"Never, ever, ever refer to me as that again."
"Okay, Princess."