Kersen.

[trustearned]

Michael did not know what to expect. Kersen had woken him up with a phone call, saying he had some news, but of what sort? At least he had not sounded injured, or upset. After pulling on some track bottoms and a tank top, Michael had made coffee, and it was dripping into the pot when Kersen knocked on the door. He went and opened it, moving out of the way for the vampire to come in.

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[kersen]

It really had been quite a night for Kersen, and he felt adrenaline still lingering.

After he removed his own shirt, he moved forward and dropped to his knees between Michael's legs, sliding hands up his thighs and looking up at him.

[trustearned]

Michael reached up to stroke fingertips down the side of Kersen's face. The gesture, coupled with the look, for one who had grown to know him as Kersen, gave a message as clear as if he had said the words, you are so beautiful. His hand shifted to cradle the side of Kersen's head, fingers curling on his nape, and he pulled him into a long, deep kiss.

[kersen]

Kersen rose up a little to meet Michael in the kiss, and he really could feel what Michael meant as clearly as if he'd said it.

[trustearned]

Michael was content to kiss Kersen for a while, savouring every moment of those kisses. If he was going to be woken up at this hour with news, he was going to make the most of not sleeping. He opened his legs so Kersen could be kneeling bracketed by his thighs, and MIchael's other hand traveled over his back and chest, appreciating his strength and beauty.

[kersen]

That was precisely what Kersen was thinking as well, that if he was going to wake Michael up he should really make it up to him.

He slid a hand over Michael's groin, cupping him through his pants, rubbing a bit, starting slow.

[trustearned]

Michael bit back a small groan, feeding some of the energy behind it into the kiss, instead, fingers tightening on Kersen's nape. He wasn't wearing underwear, so there was nothing but the fabric of his sweatpants between Kersen's hands and his cock, and there was no doubt that he was getting interested in the slow rubbing motion of Kersen's fingers.

[kersen]

Kersen waited until he felt Michael getting hard, and then pulled down the elastic on the sweatpants so that he could free his cock and stroke it in earnest, bending his head to lick up the length.

[trustearned]

Michael happily let him go so Kersen could turn his attention to his cock. He locked his hips down when they would have shifted upwards to meet Kersen's tongue, and he let out a quiet sigh, fingers curling in black hair, not guiding so much as holding.

[kersen]

Kersen loved this, and it showed. In response to that quiet sigh, he wrapped his lips around Michael's cock and swallowed him down.

[trustearned]

How much he enjoyed it was one more turn-on, and Michael shifted his hand to accompany the bob of Kersen's head down his cock, eyes briefly closing.

[kersen]

One of Kersen's hands hovered at the base of Michael's cock, but with the other he reached up and found Michael's free hand, the one that wasn't in his hair, and laced their fingers together as he continued to work his cock with his mouth and tongue.

[trustearned]

Michael's hand held on tight to Kersen's, knowing that he was hardly going to hurt him. His breaths came out timed with the bob of Kersen's head, but it wasn't very long before he used the hand in his hair to pull him back, and claim his mouth in a hard kiss instead. "Get naked, and come on up here," he told him, before letting go so he could get rid of his own clothes, and move away to find the lube in his nightstand

[kersen]

Kersen kissed him back with a breathless enthusiasm until Michael finally pulled away, and then Kersen was scrambling quickly to his feet and pulling off his clothes.

[trustearned]

"Come here," Michael told him quietly, kneeling on the bed and nodding for Kersen to join him. He'd been watching him undress, appreciating his beauty as much as ever.

[kersen]

Kersen came, crawling up onto the bed with Michael. The scars were all gone now, his body flawless again, as if nothing had happened at all. All the damage done was on the inside.

[trustearned]

Michael drew him into another kiss, long and complicated, only breaking it to move them, so Kersen was on his back and Michael on top of him. He squeezed some lube out onto his fingers and leaned in for another kiss, brushing the back of his fingers against Kersen's cock on their way down to his ass.

[kersen]

"Michael..." Kersen sighed against his lips when the kiss broke, and then shuddered at the touch, his cock straining for attention.

[trustearned]

But Michael ignored his cock for now, rubbing a few soft circles around his hole before pushing a single finger in. His lips were sucking kisses down the line of Kersen's jaw, then dipped lower to find any soft spots on his neck, the kisses matching the slow rhythm of pushing his finger in and out of Kersen - and soon adding a second one.

[kersen]

Kersen made a whimpering sound, almost pleading. Then gasped out, "Fuck me, Michael. Please."

[trustearned]

Michael had wanted to take his time and savour every moment of this, but when Kersen asked... He didn't want to play games, he simply wanted to make Kersen feel good. A few more thrusts of his fingers and he pulled them out, settling himself between Kersen's spread legs and steering himself in as he pushed forward, his gaze on him the whole time.