Castaway...

Michael smirked, his hands immediately holding your bum as he guided your movements with his own. His lips grazing your neck, as his nails dug into your hips harshly. “Fuck,” he cursed repeatedly, feeling you quicken the pace of your bouncing. He went mad whenever you were on top, just watching how your body moved against his, or how your head tilted back. The sight alone had him turned on. 

Luke would secretly love when you took control. The one nights when you were just sick of everyone, but him- and you needed a way to release your built up frustration. He’d let out little whimpers as you light pushed him onto the bed and slowly straddled his lap. Or how you’d whisper naughty words into his ear as your hips slowly rocked into his bulge. He’d go crazy for the nights that you were dominant.