⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ comparing hand sizes . . . gone wrong

otw!michael who doesn’t really understand the fascination with hands. his always felt like they were in the wrong place; as they were either stuffed in his pockets, drumming on his thighs or folding together just to have somewhere to go. still, they were better when they were in motion.

that must have been the reason why he kept finding excuses to touch yours. light at first with his pinky catching yours, restless fingers wandering across your palm like he was tracing something absentmindedly. it made you smile before you could stop it. then, inevitably he would compare them. his hand pressed against yours which completely swallowed it. your poor fingers barely reached past his first knuckle. he couldn’t help but stare before a grin appeared on his face.

“c’mon… look at this.”

“they aren’t tiny.”

“they are tiny, though” he chuckled while moving closer to you “no, seriously how is it this small?“ his voice kept getting cut off with an other chuckle as words got more breathily.

“michael”

“what? im just sayin’!” he laughed harder with your hand slightly turned, already touching and feeling your smaller fingers and seemed to have the time of his life at how his thumb was bigger than yours. “your whole hand could fit in my palm, easy” with an exasperated sound, you lunged forward to shut him up.

it was meant to be a quick cover over his mouth but instead your fingers slipped in just as he was giggling. with his mouth full with two fingers the room went still and you pulled back instantly, feeling embarrassment warm your cheeks. “sorry! I didn’t—“ you stumbled over your own words as you looked away to avoid his gaze. something michael appreciated because this way you couldn’t have seen how he glanced back at your fingers, while the feeling of warmth gathered down at his lower stomach. his hand still half raised from before quietly adjusting his now much tighter pants.

♡︭ otw!michaels favorite positions are cowgirl, missionary, and any where he can see and touch you. he loves clinging to you with his hands on your body. eye contact isn't always necessary— his goal is to kiss you ! he's big on kisses, whether on the neck or lips, as long as he can kiss you during intimacy. a tease for him is to hold back kisses or just almost brush lips, which makes him beg with pleading eyes. while he's open to trying new positions, he always circles back to these favorites.

╰► when you’re riding him, and it becomes too much, he can’t help but to wrap you in a tight bear hug. he rocks with you, his head resting against the nook of your neck, his mouth pressed against your ear, lips brushing against the hair covering it as moans slip free—like he’s trying to hold back, but you’ve wrecked him just enough to break through. his moans are breathy, a little choked, gasping your name like it’s sacred, as if he’s breaking apart only to be put back together again. he gently tucks the hair behind your ear, and as you feel his breath against your skin, he just rocks you into him, while you’re caged between his strong arms, helpless and completely yours.

╰► his eyes are half-closed; or it's hard to keep them open when he’s feeling so good. his cheeks are flushed, and as pleasure builds he’ll keep thrusting into you. his half-soft cock still buried inside because he’s not ready to pull out yet. even when he’s overstimulated and barely able to get hard after his last orgasm, he’s relentless—settling for humping into you anyway because he’s far from done. he needs more of you, more of this craving that won’t let him stop, and there’s something irresistibly sexy about his desperation. you can feel it in the way he’s pounding into you, hungry and needy, and you squeeze down around him, fueling that fire even more.

♡︭ he can overstimulate the hell out of you without even realizing it, especially after finishing early. all he wants is to satisfy you properly :(( he promises he’ll make up for it if you let him; placing gentle, soft kisses from your belly to your inner thighs. his hands spread your thighs apart as he gets comfortable on his knees, giving your clit a tentative suck. he’s so eager to please, even if he hesitates at first, but with your hand resting on his head and encouraging words, he manages to make you finish on his tongue. moaning softly as he continues, not wanting to stop yet. your thighs tremble from pleasure and overload, but he’s relentless, eager to push you just a little further, unaware of how overwhelmed you’re becoming.

♡︭ has a reverse corruption kink? wants you to corrupt him fully and have your way with him

♡︭ during aftercare, he doesn’t want to move off you or let you get out of the bed— likes it when you touch his hair and let him put his head against your chest, listening to your heartbeats. will ofc clean you up and take a shower together if he has any energy left

++ bonus :: I think he would be a fan of mutual masturbation? he would love having your hand on top of his while you help jerk himself off