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]

Kersen took a sip of the coffee. "Are you disappointed?" he asked after a moment.

[trustearned]

"I'm wary," Michael replied simply. Disappointment was not on the spectrum of things he felt about this new development.

[kersen]

"That is a reasonable thing to be," Kersen said. He took another sip of the coffee, and then set it down.

"And I just want to say again... thank you. For being there for me through all this. I know you probably don't want to hear it, but I feel it."

[trustearned]

The truth was, Michael had no particular feeling about hearing it. He had wanted to help Kersen, and so he had. It didn't mean he didn't know how to respond to thanks, so he simply told him, "You're welcome," even as he kept on thinking of this new development, and what it might or might not entail.

[kersen]

Kersen sighed a little, noticing against that Michael had obviously just rolled out of bed. "Though there's no reason I couldn't have waited until tomorrow evening to tell you, instead of dragging you out of bed."

[trustearned]

"I don't mind," Michael assured him. It was the sort of news he would rather get as quickly as possible. You never knew what might come of it. He finished his coffee, then asked, "Do you want to stay?"

[kersen]

Kersen glanced the time on his phone and then said, "As long as you don't mind that I'll be stuck here until sunset."

[trustearned]

"I don't mind," Michael echoed, turning to put the mug in the sink.

[kersen]

"It's been quite a night," Kersen said, and he slipped behind Michael, wrapping arms around his waist.

[trustearned]

The posture wasn't something Michael was used to, but after a few seconds, he managed to relax into the moment, leaning back against the taller vampire and even going as far as putting a hand over his. After a short while, he turned his head over his shoulder and offered, quietly, "Come to bed?"

[kersen]

Kersen had his eyes closed, allowing himself to enjoy the moment. It was so domestic, so normal. It was nice.

"Yes please," he murmured.

[trustearned]

Michael nodded slightly, then pulled away, leading the way towards the bedroom.

[kersen]

Kersen was already unbuttoning his shirt as he followed after Michael.

It always made him smile a little seeing Michael's room, and remembering that he was basically the reason that the man had a bed at all.

[trustearned]

Michael sat on the edge of the bed and watched Kersen in silence, his gaze as intense as ever as he took off his shirt.

[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.