Kersen.

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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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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.

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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."

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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.