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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[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.