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you had gotten to hayvenhurts in the late afternoon, with just enough time to soak up the last bit of sun by the pool. you sat on the edge of the pool while michael swam around, entertaining himself in the water, giggling at him every now and then.

when the sun had set beyond the rooftop and trees and michael had tired himself out from the pool, you both decided to move inside.

now you were here, still in your swimsuit laying on your stomach at the foot of his bed, towel wrapped around your shoulders. you had grabbed a magazine off of the night table which you flipped through lazily. sighing as your fingers traced the printed images.

the usual hum of music filled michaels bedroom. as the last bit of sun crept through his windows orange shadows were casted over the carpet.

michael stood in front of his dresser, leaning forward slightly as he dried his hair with a towel. he was shirtless, standing only in his swim trunks, droplets of water running off his body, landing on the plush carpet under his feet.

“you’re soaking wet” you said, chin resting in one hand, eyes wandering across his toned body. you just couldn’t help yourself.

of course you found him attractive, but that was a moral boundary you wouldn’t cross. he was a good friend. only a friend. and you were certain he didn’t see you that way either, so you never got your hopes up.

“yeah…” michael gathered the towel he had been using and draped it over the corner of his dresser, turning to face you, “i should change.”

his eyes traced over your body, your lower half exposed from underneath the towel. As much as he tried to stop them, his eyes wandered over the curve of your hips and over your ass.

your bikini had ridden up just enough to expose a soft tan line, which was enough for michaels breath to hitch. he felt his cock twitch at the sight.

He cleared his throat and looked down at his feet, running his tongue over his bottom lip. he couldn’t help his growing erection and quickly turned his body to face away from you.

“go ahead, I’ll close my eyes.” you dropped your head onto the quilt, holding the magazine up as a barrier between his enticing body and your hungry gaze.

the temptation to sneak a peak at his gorgeous figure grew as you heard him shuffle out of the wet swim trunks.

michael pushed his trunks down over his hardened cock, fabric clinging to his damp skin. he was hard enough at this point that just the small amount of friction caused a high pitched sigh to escape his lips.

your heart fluttered as you heard the pretty sound leave his mouth. the temptation to lower the magazine growing. you wanted to see him. you wanted to touch him. you wanted to feel him.

he wanted to feel you too.

“i-“ he spoke before cutting himself off and clearing his throat again, “can i ask you something?” his voice was soft, gentle as if he was worried someone may hear him.

“yes, michael. anything” you paused, grip tightening on the magazine, the corners of the pages crinkling from your fingers. you waited a beat and when michael didn’t respond you asked him, “what is it?”

“have you ever… done… anything before?” his weight shifted, he grabbed the towel back and wrapped it around his waist.

michael crossed the room and you felt his weight on the edge of the bed next to you. that’s when you dropped the magazine, meeting his gaze.

“what type of anything?” a smile threatened its way onto your lips. you knew what he meant.

“anything… you know..” he looked away from you, breaking eye contact. he was too embarrassed to speak while looking at you, “sexual, with someone?”

your eyes widened, not in judgement, but in excitement. anticipation. wonder.

you shook your head

“no,” you leaned your head close enough to him that he couldn’t break your gaze off again. you knew he hadn’t, but you decided to reciprocate the question, “have you?”

he shook his head no, shifting his weight slightly. his breathing got heavier and his heartbeat got faster.

“no..” there was a short silence, one that allowed unspoken words to flow between the two of you. he swallowed hard, “i think that i want to.”

your heart began to race as your eyes traveled down his body to the bunched up towel that lay over his crotch, ineffective in hiding his boner.

“im sorry” he said quickly, covering himself with his hands. he was visibly embarrassed, cheeks turning a rosey shade of red.

“no,” you laid your hand on his wrist, sitting up to kneel towards him. your towel falling off your shoulders and down your back, pooling around your feet. “don’t be sorry”

his eyes met yours, conveying silent desperation. he needed you, he was just too shy to ask.

“you’re real pretty” he said bashfully, almost at a whisper, turning away looking down at his hands in his lap. 

you smiled in response, your checks blushing pink. your heart fluttered as he searched your eyes for words.

you looked down to his hands over his crotch, his eyes following yours. a silent signal for him to lift them for you.

he removed his hands, placing them on either side of his legs.

“michael” you cooed softly, “do you want this?” he nodded, his hands moving to cover his face as he blushed intensely.

“can i?” you asked as you reached closer to the cloth covering him. he nodded, his bottom lip now caught between his teeth.

you carefully removed the towel, revealing his swollen tip, precum already leaking out.

“oh… mikey”

that name made his heart do a flip. he waited impatiently as he felt the heat from your mouth grow closer.

“please” he breathed out, practically begging.

you nearly gawked at this view. michael, ready and waiting. trusting you enough to take care of him well for his first time. you felt the heat pool in your core, repositioning yourself to get closer to him.

it was true, you had never done anything like this before. but in the moment it felt like second nature.

you obliged his needs as you wrapped your fingers around the base of him, squeezing gently and michael moaned in response. you placed a gentle kiss to his fuchsia tip and a soft moan slipped past his lips.

you dipped your head down as you ran your tongue along his length, taking him halfway into your mouth when you reached the top. he was far too big to fit all at once.

his head lulled back and his hands dropped from his face to the top of your head.

he wasn’t guiding your head, just holding you, as if he needed something to ground him back to reality. he fisted a handful of your hair, tugging lightly as you continued working you mouth and started working your hand up and down.

“Oh.. god..” his bottom lip quivered as his eyes rolled back slightly. you looked up to meet his gaze, eyes hooded and glossed with lust. he let his eyes fall closed as his breathing got heavier, “baby..”

you hummed in response, sending a wave of pleasure through him.

“fuck” he sighed leaning back onto his elbows. he shimmied farther up the bed, allowed you room to move between his legs.

he watched you as your worked your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip.

you couldn’t have been great, it was your first time, but the noises that michael was making told a different story. his body writhed beneath you, whines slipping past his lips, gipping onto your shoulders hard enough to make marks.

he never knew something could feel this good, he was experiencing pleasure he couldn’t imagine.

michael whined as he bucked his hips up, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. your mouth was so warm and wet, he almost couldn’t take it.

you took the queue and swallowed around him, gagging as he hit the back of your throat. your own pleasure building as you felt him submit to you.

you looked up to him. his eyes were screwed shut, mouth slightly parted and damp curls clung to his forehead and his head was thrown back.

michael mumbled something between a moan and your name under his breath, but you were too lost in your attempts to please him to figure out what he said.

for a moment you accidentally grazed the underside of his cock with you teeth, but that seemed to only add to his pleasure, shivers running down his spince.

he was getting closer and closer as you bobbed your head at a quicker pace, taking more of him in.

“i’m.. fuck..” he panted out, body twitching beneath you. your gripped his thighs to hold him still, “‘m close” he finally got out.

you hummed in response once more, sucking harder. you had never tasted cum before, but you wanted to taste him. he already tasted so good and you wanted more. you wanted to swallow all of him.

michael tried to push you off of him, warning you that he was going to cum, but you didn’t budge. his hips bucked up and he reached his climax. his hands entangled in your hair as his cum covered your tongue, humming gently, coaxing the last of his orgasm out of him.

when you finally came up for air you pulled off with a lewd pop, his cum coating the corners of your mouth. you smiled, meeting his eyes.

his chest heaved as he panted, coming down from his orgasm. you massaged his thighs as you let him recover. he had seen stars, and was finally coming back to earth.

“was that okay?” you asked sincerely, licking your lips and swallowing the rest of him. he was delicious.

michael nodded, reaching out to grab your chin, gently pulling you onto his chest.

“more than okay,” he said, running his hands down your shoulders and over your body, stopping at your waist, “is this okay?”

you nodded with a smile at his gentleness. you wanted him to touch you. he wanted to repay the favor.

he gently shifted from underneath of you, turning you onto your back as he positioned himself between your legs, a shy smile creeping onto his face.