"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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"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?"