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michael was absolutely exhausted, much different than when he and his bodyguard arrived to the hotel room after yet another succesful concert and michael seemed like he had enough energy to go on stage and perform for a whole nother 2 hours. he wasn't sure how things advanced from there, but it included lots of teasing. and before the both of them knew it, michael was being stretched out on his dick and riding him with such frequency that his bodyguard almost worried that someone outside might hear them. that concern dissloved immeditely. he had better things to worry about, and by "things", he meant michael.

"oh, please," michael whispered into his neck, voice strained and quiet only because he had been singing not too long ago and then screaming from pleasure right after. "please."

michael's legs trembled with the need to release, his hands gripping the guard tightly. so tightly it almost hurt. he strengthened his grip on michael's dick, his thumb pressing down on the slit so that michael couldn't cum. the last few rounds, he had let michael freely use and ride him and come all he wanted. for the last round, he decided that he desvered the right to be a little mean, no?

he had asked beforehand and got the green light to do so. so, why not?

"not yet, pretty." he huffed, using his other hand to support michael as he bounced up and down. a bit ago, michael's movements were much more rhythmic and fast, but the pure neediness and exhaustion was evidently catching up to him. his movements were now driven by desperation. heavier, sloppier. a whine pierced his ears and michael grinder down, slumping onto the other even more.

michael was, in simple words, a mess. an alluring, sinfully beautiful mess. his skin gleamed in the hotel light with sweat, mouth agape and not able to close, damping the bodyguards shoulder with saliva. he shivered and choked on his own breath almost everytime the other thrusted up to match his hips, and his eyes— when they were open— glistened with unshed tears.

he swept away a loose, curled strand of hair that was sticking to michael's face and pulled him into a wet, sloppy kiss at the same time as he used the hand at michael's waist to halt michael's bouncing. the noise michael let out was downright devastated, practically a sob. unfortunately for michael, it went straight to the other man's dick, causing it to twitch inside of him.

the two were both out of breath when they pulled away from the kiss, sitting there for a moment to steady their breathing just a bit. michael reached one of his hands down in attempt to stroke himself but the bodyguard grabbed his wrist firmly but gently.

"no. no. I— fuck, I can't.." michael cursed, allowing his head to fall onto the other's shoulder once again.

He tried not to smile at michael's state. "what do you want, baby?" the words were coated with fake sympathy.

"..you know what I want." michael pleaded, voice dropping. "please, I wanna- no, I need t'cum. god, I need to so bad. please."

michael's begging was always pretty. majority of the time, he would give in easily just because of how broken michael sounded anytime he begged but, like he said. he deserved to be a bit mean, didn't he?

"patience, love. you'll get what you want, aight?"

carefully, he lifted michael up from under the legs and carried him over to the bed, lowering him gently and towering over him. he pulled his dick out to then flip michael over.

michael gripped the pillow beneath him with both of his arms, holding it close while his body half was hoisted up so that he could be rammed back into.

and he did get rammed back into, letting out a broken moan.

he thrusted in and out of michael with the energy that michael was missing just minutes before, the slap, slap , slap of skin agasint skin echoing throughout the room.

michael buried his head into the mattress, moaning into it. vulnerable and hoarse noises coming from his throat and bouncing off the walls. at this point, neither of them could care less who heard.

michael was slipping and the bodyguard could see it, so he placed a firm smack on michael's ass, relishing in the choked cry that michael emittied from beneath him.

"don't you dare fuckin' cum without me saying so." he demanded, leaning into michael's ear, breath warm and breathing heavy from the frantic thrusting in and out.

"fuck!" michael trembled. "please. please, I can't no more, forreal. 's too much. I wanna-" he cut himself off with a moan. "w-wanna cum. you're bein' mean, please jus'let me.." being fucked into mercilessly was one thing, but his dick rubbing against the mattress, matching the movements of the thrusts was another thing entirely and was throwing michael off the edge, making it impossibly harder to hold it in.

something shifted in him then. sure, he had gotten permission to tease and be a bit mean. and if it truly was too much, michael could tell him to simply 'stop' and all would seize. despite being completely fucked out, michael knew that.

he watched as michael jerked and writhed with every thrust to his sweet spot. he groaned, being brought closer to the edge as well.

"f-fuck," he cursed. "you wanna cum, baby? go on, let go." he rasped, burrowing his head into michael's shoulder. he was seconds away from coming apart as well. he figured he might as well allow michael to get what he wanted.

michael came hard. ropes of white shooting out and painting the sheets. whimpers and whines left the king of pop's mouth as the other continued to relentlessly attack his hole until finally pulling out and emptying his thick, wet load right onto the others back.

for a moment, the two of them stayed completely still, focused on catching their breath.

michael felt the other's weight on him as arms came down to wrap around his torso. he left tender kissed along michael's neck.

"sorry. hope that wasn't too much."

michael let out a breathless chuckle that faded into an exhale. he closed his eyes before responding.

"..it was good. I liked it." he was close to drifting off. the other took it as an opportunity to get up to grab a towel and begin cleaning them up.

(1980)

After an intense wine-induced makeout session on the couch, Jerrod managed to carry Michael up the stairs to their bedroom so they could quickly consummate their engagement.

“I’ve been thinking about this moment since I had to leave you, baby. It’s been weighin’ on me, baby. You already know how much I love you, babe, I could never even—”

“Baby, hush,” Michael placed his index finger on Jerrod’s soft lips, his voice slightly slurred from the wine but still very confident. “We can talk about all that later, okay? Right now, I just need you to fuck me.”

Michael’s directness sent a rush of heat through Jerrod’s body, making him even more aware of how close they were, how badly he’d missed the warmth of Michael’s body beneath his. His lips curled into a gentle smile as he kissed Michael’s hand before gently placing it back on his shoulder. “Say no more, baby.”

Jerrod leaned down, pressing his lips softly against Michael’s in a slow, steady kiss that conveyed everything he couldn’t express. His hands traveled up Michael’s silk pajama top, taking in the velvety brown skin of his flat chest and soft stomach. Michael gasped into the kiss, his body gently arching into his lover’s hands for more.

Their kisses got deeper, growing more urgent as the tension between them built up like a rain cloud ready to burst. Jerrod’s hands pulled at Michael’s pajama top, revealing his bare chest, and he wasted no time tracing the delicacies of Michael’s gentle curves and lines. Michael’s breath hitched as Jerrod’s lips traveled lower to his neck, chest, and stomach, teasing him with light kisses that sent sparks of pleasure racing through his body.

Jerrod paused for a moment, his brown eyes locking onto Michael’s. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy. “You are the love of my life, Michael.”

Michael swallowed hard, his eyes half-lidded as he ran his hands down Jerrod’s back. “I love you too, Jerrod,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath and full of need.

Jerrod didn’t need any more encouragement after that. He kisses Michael again, deeper this time, as his hands continued their journey down, sliding down Michael’s pajama pants off in one smooth motion. He felt Michael’s body tense up and relax as he responded to every touch and kiss, with the same hunger and desire.

Slowly, Jerrod began to undress himself, keeping his eyes on Michael as he did. He wanted Michael to feel everything—he had to know that this wasn’t just a sexual thing. This was love, a reunion between lovers.

When he was finally naked, Jerrod pressed his body against Michael’s, their skin meeting in an embrace of heat that sent shockwaves of pleasure through both men. Michael moaned softly, his hands gripping Jerrod’s shoulders as their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm against each other’s.

Michael, feeling bolder than ever, rose up slightly, positioning himself over Jerrod. He could Jerrod’s hard length pressing against him, and he shivered with excitement. With slow, deliberate movements, he sank down on Jerrod’s dick, gasping softly as he felt every inch of him stretch and fill his hole.

“Oh, God, yes,” Michael sighed as he adjusted to the overwhelming tension. His hands rested on Jerrod’s muscular chest for balanced, digging his fingernails into Jerrod’s skin as he began to move, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate movements.

Jerrod groaned beneath him, gripping Michael’s waist to hold him in place for a moment like he was savoring the feeling of Michael clenching around his hard dick. But there was no patience in Jerrod’s eyes, just desire. His grip on Michael’s body urged him to give him more.

“Don’t tease me, baby,” Jerrod groaned, his voice deep and commanding.

Michael felt a rush of adrenaline at the tone, his heart pounding with both excitement and the thrill of control. He lifted his hips slightly, letting Jerrod slide out just enough to leave him wanting, before sinking back down, taking him deeper. His pace quickened, fueled by the fire building between them.

“Oh, fuck!” Michael yelled, feeling the tension coiling in his belly as he rode Jerrod’s dick, his once graceful movements becoming more frantic, more desperate.

Jerrod, however, wasn’t content to let Michael have all the control. His hands slid from Michael’s waist to his thighs, gripping them with a bruising intensity.

With a sudden, dominant shift, Jerrod thrust his hips upward, meeting Michael’s movements with deep, powerful strokes that made Michael cry out in pleasure even more. “Ah, baby, t-that’s it, fuck,” he whimpered.

“I know, baby, I know,” Jerrod replied, his hands gripping Michael’s waist tighter. His fingers digged into his skin with possessive intensity as he held him in place, and his normally playful gaze was now dark with desire, every movement of Michael’s body igniting a deep hunger within him.

He guided Michael’s hips with deliberate force, leaving no room for hesitation. This wasn’t just lovemaking; this was Jerrod showing him exactly how much control he had over his body, over his pleasure.

Michael could feel Jerrod’s strength beneath him, the tension coiled in his muscles. As he moved, the friction between their bodies became almost unbearable.

Each time Michael sank down, Jerrod’s hips bucked upward, meeting him with powerful thrusts that left him breathless. Michael’s moans grew louder, more desperate, his body trembling with every roll of his hips, his head falling back in pleasure as he kept up with Jerrod’s aggressive pace.

“Look at me, Baby Love,” Jerrod growled, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down Michael’s spine. His hand left Michael’s waist to slide up his chest, his fingers grazing the soft skin. “I want to see your face when I make you cum.”

The dominance in Jerrod’s voice was undeniable, and Michael could feel his heart race even faster. His breath hitched as he gazed down at Jerrod, his body responding to the way Jerrod’s piercing eyes seemed to devour him whole. He whimpered, his hands finding Jerrod’s shoulders for support as the rhythm between them intensified, every thrust driving him closer to the edge.

“You’re mine, Michael,” Jerrod whispered, his thumb brushing over Michael’s pulse, feeling it race beneath his skin. “You know that?”

“Yes! Oh, yes.”

“Say it. Let me hear you say it.”

“’m yours, Jerrod,” Michael gasped, his voice trembling with submission. His back arched even more than it already was, aching for Jerrod’s touch. Nothing was between them but heat and sweat at this point.

Jerrod’s dominance had always excited Michael, but tonight, there was something even more possessive in his movements, humbling him in the best way possible.

With a sharp thrust upward, Jerrod shifted their position slightly, his hips slamming into Michael with precision. Michael cried out, his body jolting forward as the pleasure tore through him, white-hot and overwhelming. He clung to Jerrod’s shoulders, his nails digging into his skin as he gasped for air, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

“J-Jerrod—oh, God,” Michael whimpered, his voice breaking as his body gave in to the intense pleasure. He could feel Jerrod’s dick hitting deeper inside him, every thrust sending him spiraling closer to the edge, and Michael was unable to hold back any longer.

With a final desperate cry, Michael’s body tensed, and his orgasm ripped through him, his entire body shaking as he came hard, spilling onto Jerrod’s chest. His head fell forward, gasping for breath, his body overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all. Every muscle trembled, his vision blurring as the pleasure washed over him, leaving him light-headed and breathless.

Jerrod wasn’t far behind. The sight of Michael, lost in ecstasy, was enough to send him over the edge. With a deep, guttural groan, he bucked his hips up one last time as he found his own release. His body shuddered, his back arching off the bed as he came deep inside Michael, the sensation overwhelming and all-consuming.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies trembling together as the last waves of pleasure rippled through them. Michael collapsed against Jerrod’s chest, panting heavily, his skin slick with sweat. He could feel Jerrod’s arms wrap around him, pulling him closer, their bodies still intimately connected as they both came down from the high of their shared release.

Jerrod leaned up, brushing his lips against Michael’s ear in a soft, intimate whisper. “Happy birthday, Michael,” He said with a hoarse voice.

Michael smiled weakly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. He pressed a tender kiss to Jerrod’s shoulder, his voice barely a whisper. “Thank you.” His words were filled with affection, exhaustion, and the kind of peace that only Jerrod’s presence could bring him.