Michael huffed out a bit of a laugh. "What's that thing they say- it's not teasing if you intend to follow through?" He dragged his lips lightly down Alex's throat, nibbling on his pulse point and then sliding to tongue across his collarbone, enjoying the taste of him, and the way he can feel Alex breathing under his lips.
He shot a wicked grin up at Alex, before adding. "I mean, follow through eventually..."
Because he wanted to make this last, to send Alex out of his head.
Alex makes a soft sound, somewhere between pleasure and frustration. "It's definitely still teasing," he retorts but it feels good -- it just makes him ache. He already wants Michael so badly and the other knows how to play his body perfectly. His breathing is heavier and his hand pushes into the other's hair again, fingertips curling into his scalp.
Fuck. He's just too good.
"Eventually? When I already want you so bad?" It's Alex doing a little bit of teasing himself.
"Eventually," Michael says with a smirk against his skin. He keeps up the slide of his tongue, then nibbles lower, tracing one nipple, then the other, as his fingertips dip in and out of the shallows of his hipbones.
"Maybe you want me bad, now, but you're still formin' sentences. I'll follow through when you're not able to anymore..."
Alex arches into the other's mouth, groaning at the nibbles the wet path the others tongue leaves that makes his skin tingle and a shiver run through him at the contrast of it with the air.
"Michael," he huffs in response because he's impatient but that also just turns him on. He drags his fingers over the other's scalp and along the back of his neck. "How often am I not capable of forming sentences."
"Not very," Michael admits, even as his hand moves inward to ghost up Alex's cock with a light-as-air touch. "Which is what makes it a goal, obviously."
He lifts his head to flash Alex an impudent grin before going back to his slow worship of every inch of skin he can on Alex's torso, steadily moving lower.
Alex inhales sharply when the other's hand teases with that just barely there touch. He pressed his head back and lets out his breath shakily. "Don't like that goal," he complains lightly -- none too seriously as he rolls his eyes when he catches the other's grin.
"I don't think you're in any position to really protest," Michael says, before his teeth catch Alex's nipple, and his fingertips traces circles over Alex's hipbone.
"Y'know, you could just pretend to be speechless," he suggested, as his mouth moves down over the plane of Alex's stomach. It won't quite be his actual goal, of driving Alex out of his head, making him stop thinking, but at least he could pretend.
Alex had been about to say something in protest but the other's teeth are on his nipple, his fingertips further teasing him and he just moans, back arching ever upward. He exhales as he opens his eyes and watches as Michael keeps moving lower, his breath quick, anticipating.
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He shot a wicked grin up at Alex, before adding. "I mean, follow through eventually..."
Because he wanted to make this last, to send Alex out of his head.
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Fuck. He's just too good.
"Eventually? When I already want you so bad?" It's Alex doing a little bit of teasing himself.
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"Maybe you want me bad, now, but you're still formin' sentences. I'll follow through when you're not able to anymore..."
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"Michael," he huffs in response because he's impatient but that also just turns him on. He drags his fingers over the other's scalp and along the back of his neck. "How often am I not capable of forming sentences."
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He lifts his head to flash Alex an impudent grin before going back to his slow worship of every inch of skin he can on Alex's torso, steadily moving lower.
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Annoying and so sexy and Alex wants him so badly.
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"Y'know, you could just pretend to be speechless," he suggested, as his mouth moves down over the plane of Alex's stomach. It won't quite be his actual goal, of driving Alex out of his head, making him stop thinking, but at least he could pretend.
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"Are you encouraging me to lie, Guerin?"