Michael

Blaine smiled relieved, kissing Michael with a smile on his lips. When he pulled away, he chuckled softly. “I’m so sorry, I just… I thought that you would have… I mean, I was gone and everything, without even saying goodbye, and no one knew where I went, and so I thought… I mean, i should have known, you wouldn’t do that, because…” only then did he realize what exactly Michael had said, and played a little. There it was, the moment he had always dreamed of, that he had almost lost hope of ever experiencing, and it was so different from what he had imagined. “You…. you love me?” He whispered, a million things running through his head. Did he need to say it back now? Or maybe he had misheard, Michael wouldn’t say it when they were almost naked, right?

Michael smiled at Blaine. He was adorable when he was rambling like this. He just wanted to kiss him again and then he realized that he had really told Blaine that he loved him just seconds ago. He blushed deeply and bit his lip. Of course he meant it, but he hadn’t planned on telling him like this. He was definitely falling for the boy in front of him and even though he knew it was just the beginning of loving him, it was still love. He looked at Blaine. “Yeah.” He said and licked his lip. “I didn’t plan on telling it to you like this, but yeah, I love you.” He ran a hand through his hair, nervous.

Blaine returned the kiss, smiling shyly at Michael’s words. “To be honest, I’m still a bit… nervous about the whole… claiming thing. I mean… it feels so… I don’t know… final? Don’t get me wrong, I want that, I want to.. to belong to you, I never wanted that so bad… just… it scares me a little.” And then he realized what Michael had just told him, and his eyes went wide. “I’m… I’m your first, too??” he whispered, awestruck.

Michael smiled at Blaine. "You can be nervous. I am too. We can take our time. I don't want to be pressured into it either way." He rubbed Blaine's arms. "Yeah, you are still my first. I didn't do anything sexual with someone else while you were gone." He whispered and leaned down to kiss him. He looked at him afterwards and smiled softly.

Blaine blushed harder when Michael stepped closer, his breath hitching at the skin contact. Closing his eyes for a second and licking his lips, the slave decided to go for it. “I… Michael, if you want… we don’t have to do it now, but… but… but I think.. I want to…” it was more difficult than Blaine had expected. “Even if you don’t.. plan on claiming me, I’d… I’d like you to be.. my first..” nervously biting his lip, the slave looked at Michael and waited for his reaction.

Michael listened to Blaine, letting him speak and just watched the boy in front of him. His breath hitched when he told him he wanted him to be his first, no need to wait for the claiming anymore. He leaned down to kiss Blaine and then pulled away a little. “I want to claim you though.” He whispered and looked at him. “I feel really honored that you are considering this, but I want to claim you. And I know it was important to you that you keep your virginity until after that. So we can still go with that.” He kissed him again, a little overwhelmed by Blaine’s confession and the meaning behind it. “I love you, Blaine and I think waiting a little longer with going the full way won’t hurt us. You are my first after all as well, so I want to do this right.” He didn’t even realize what he had just confessed.

Blaine blushed a little, toying with the waistband of the sweatpants he was wearing, his semi almost obvious since he wasn’t eating any underwear. “Oh, I think those might be exactly the right places though..” he quipped, licking his lips. “Feel free to get comfortable at any time..” with that, he pulled down his pants just enough to reveal his v, waistband sitting just above the swell of his slowly growing manhood.

Michael smirked. “You think so?” He asked and stepped closer. His hands slowly traveling over Blaine’s sides until they reached his waistband as well. “Maybe I should power you out before I start drawing so you can lie there relaxing after that.” He whispered and pulled a little on Blaine’s waistband.

Blaine smiled as he took a small step backwards, his hands running along th Master’s shoulders before he let go to take off his shirt. “Oh no, you mean I’d have to be naked with you for a long time? How horrible….” he teased, lifting the shirt over his head. “How could I ever survive that torment?”

Michael smirked at Blaine’s behaviour and chuckled softly. “Pretty sure you need to ask how I’ll survive that. I mean my blood pressure will be high in the wrong places.” He said and hummed when Blaine got out of his shirt. “Although I like the view. Maybe I’ll even join you with being naked later.”

Blaine shook his head softly, smiling happily. “You’re really good though, I could never draw like that.” Running his fingers over Michael’s shoulders, Blaine hummed happily, an idea forming in his head. “Draw me like one of your French boys…”

Michael blushed a little. “Thank you. I am sure you could try it.” He whispered and then chuckled at Blaine’s request. “I can do that.” He said and turned around slowly. “But it would take me hours. Your body is an artpiece, Blaine. I don’t think I could get it onto paper that well.”

Rolling his eyes fondly, Blaine chuckled. “I figured that, with the pencil in your hand and all..” relaxing, he walked around, wrapping his slowly filling arms around Michael’s shoulders from behind and leaving his cheek against the Master’s hair. Remembering a quote from a play he had seen, he giggled softly, murmuring “Could you draw me with your eyes closed?”

Michael leaned back a little into Blaine’s arms and grinned. “I could try." He turned his head a little to smile at Blaine. “If you want me to that is.” He winked at him and then turned back to his drawing. “I am not really good with my eyes open, so I am sure with my eyes closed it would maybe just look a little like you.”

Apologize

Blaine chuckled when Michael happily took the bite, eating a piece himself while Michael was chewing. It tasted wonderful after all those weeks with little or no food, but Blaine could already feel his stomach protest. He hadn’t really felt hungry in a while, so now he had trouble adjusting. He tried not to show it though, just eating a little slower than usual. “Do you think maybe we can watch a movie later?” he asked, glancing over at Michael. “The new Captain America movie should be out, right?”

Michael watched Blaine when he was eating his first piece. The movie question took him by surprise but he smiled. “When we are not tired enough after the beach we can for sure watch a movie. And if we are too tired we can just do that tomorrow.” He said. “So how is eating right now? Do you think you’ll manage a little bit?” He asked then and bit his lip. Blaine had said he didn’t have much food. Maybe eating a bite every now and then instead of a whole pancake at once was the better idea?