[ swallow ] — my muse comes down your muse’s throat @ will
it's a special day, and for all the injustices that have been imposed upon his young love, will is intent to give him just as many joys. today was full of good food, small treasures, and something akin to worship. a twenty second birthday. will doesn't quite remember what it was like to feel those tender years slip between his fingers and he's sure that michael's not too concerned about it either. it's easy, what they have, with michael, his hidden gem, and will, his safety.
the salt on his tongue as he licks a stripe up the underside of michael's shaft makes him groan. pink lips, flush and plump from the affection, close around the head of his cock. he's taken his time tonight, eased both of them into this and so as he hears michael's quiet grunt, will can take him deep in response. there's a swallow, the shifting and tensing of his muscles around him, as his head begins to bob. here, kneeling between the humbling massive thighs of his partner, will thinks only of drinking him down and earning those beautiful moans.
michael's hands move over him, grounding that will desperately needs. in will's effort, his glasses are lightly knocked askew from the bridge of his nose as he feels the heat build, notices the way that michael begins to twitch and their respective hungers feed off each other. another eager noise around michael and will picks up his pace, sitting up straighter to reduce himself down to little more than a warm, wet hole for michael to sit back and enjoy. when finally, he's rewarded the spurt of savory tang at the back of his throat, his frantic, proud whimpers fog his glasses. michael has always given him so much, filled him to the brim, that it's a test to swallow it all before any can swell out of him.
most of it gulped down, the rest lending shine to his smiling lips, will pulls away and stares up at michael, enamored.
"happy birthday." // @evilstalks
