The Darkness to your Light the Hatred to your Love

there are a lot of firsts happening tonight. michael's invited you over for dinner, and it's the first time you've ever been to his place. in fact, it's the first time you've ever really gone to a guy's place, well, with the intention of what's to come after

you're no saint by any means, but you just haven't found the right person to lose it to, until now. you're not sure exactly if tonight'll be the night but... you've packed yourself an overnight back, wearing a little something spicy underneath

dinner with michael goes by in a breeze. he's so easy to be with, and the entire time you're exchanging looks that linger a little too long on each other's mouths, arm touches that makes heat crawl through your body

you're nervous and breathless by the time the dishes are cleaned up and you're sat on the couch together, and nothing's even happened

michael, ever-observant, notices your body language. "s'everythin' okay, pet?"

you muster a fake smile, nodding vacantly as you press a kiss to his cheek

his brow furrows, eyes narrowing a little. there's no lying to this man. "c'mon, darlin', don't 'ya trust me enough to tell me?"

you purse your lips before loosening a sigh. "it's just--"

his gaze settles on you, gentle and understanding. attentive.

"i dunno if we were plannin' t'... y'know..." you look down at your hands, "i've-- i've never done that before. and i'm a little scared."

it takes him a second to register what you've said before a look of surprise flashes across his face, grip on your hand tightening. "oh, alright, love. that's okay. we don't need t' do anythin' if you don't wanna. i like havin' you here. doesn't mean anythin' like that needs ta happen"

you bite your lip as his words filter through your brain. the secret's out now, and he's made it clear that nothing needs to happen if you're not ready.

but you are.

and fuck, you know he's gonna bring heaven to you.

it starts off with a kiss that has you climbing on his lap, straddling him as your hands get lost in his hair, mouths moving against each other, tongues clashing and jaws being nipped

"'ya sure about this, pet? we can stop at any time" he grunts into your skin, hands gripping your waist with a fervour you've never seen from him

"i want you michael, i want you, and i don't wanna stop."

"good."

it's a slow affair, taking your time in undressing each other, savouring his priceless expression as he gawks at the lace you've been hiding under your clothes. he checks in with you every step of the way, every kiss, every touch embodying his passion, his desire. your desire.

and after he's made you cum with his tongue and fingers to the point where you're seeing stars, you tell him you're ready

he nods, shuffling you up onto the bed, reaching for a condom from his nightstand and tearing the packet open with his teeth. he exhales sharply as he rolls it onto him, his entire thick length making your mouth water, intensifying the throb in between your legs

bracketing your head with his forearms, he knocks your knees further apart, licking his lips as he traces himself up and down your folds. he positions himself where you're dripping, where you know you want him, and he asks you again. "ready for me, pet?"

"go slow, okay?"

and then he pushes into you, and there's a little resistance at first, but he takes it slow, stretching you out inch by inch, his eyes flicking from your face down to where he enters you as a way to check in with how you're feeling

you hiss at the friction, fingernails digging into his shoulders, but before you know it, he's fully seated inside you, buried to the hilt

you groan as he stills his hips inside you, reaching down to the base of his cock, confirming for yourself that he really is, truly inside you

"doin' okay?" he asks, chest tightening as you clench around him

you nod, so he starts to move his hips, so slowly, withdrawing himself to where only the tip remains, before pushing all the way back into you. and by god you are in ecstasy

and so he worships you, letting one hand caress the back of your head as the other plays with your nipples, all while he's thrusting steadily, feeling you slowly unravel around him.

he makes you cum a few times before flipping you over on your front, where he trails his kisses down your back before sliding right back in, the new angle and new position almost too much for you. you've never felt this... full before, never. you're an incoherent mess at the sensation of him fucking up into you, so deep all you can do is press your face into the pillows.

he's close now, close from working you and feeling your tightness wrapped around him, close from the intimacy of your actions, from the way you're moaning his name so softly

when he does cum, he takes you with him, burying his face in your hair, whispering your name as he fills the condom, your walls milking every last drop he can give

he collapses next to you, one hand still around your waist, satisfied panting making your ears ring. "how was tha', pet'?"