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Thriller

★The first vhs he made were because a simple reason; he was jealousy just because once he dreamed of how you bought a playboy magazine so, as a solution, he found that you only "could have" eyes for him if he started making sexual and lonely videos of him.

★ The first time he recorded himself, he shaved because he was extremely insecure but uncomfortable at the same time due he wasn't comfortable without his bush. After months he started to leave his natural bush just because you started compliment it.

★ In the first video, he opened his legs which were shaking because his nerves. His movements were of a virgin.

★He used some lubricant in his forefinger and midlefinger to touch his clitoris because he was afraid to use his own saliva.

★ When he gave you the first VHS of all, he wasn't sure if you would like it. For 3 months he was only rubbing his clitoris against your clothes, your pillow, or his own fingers in the vhs.

BAD

★ After recording many videos of him rubbing his clitoris with his saliva he finally decided to make you a present for your birthday. He got a triangle piercing with your initial.

★ You could see how he got more confidence in the videos. Mow he could ride his 3 fingers while he pinched his nipples with his right hand.

★ He looked more often to the camera just to moan your name and the nicknames he gave you in the bed.

★ His first squirt alone was riding your pillow and his fingers, at the same time, he used his hair clips on his nipples.

HIStory

★ For your next present he recorded a vhs while you were shopping in your honeymoon. In the video he was in doggy style, making you see how he was using a personalized dildo of your big and fat cock.

★ He is going to moan really loud your name and beg for his "Daddy" to fuck him until he knows how to be a good boy. "Ngh... Daddy, I need your fat cock right now," "Please daddy, teach me how to be your good boy-."

★ He would use mamy sexual toys in this vhs just to try to overstimulate himself with them. With the idea of get more squirts in you pillow which would always have his smell and scent.

MATURE

★ He is a confident old man who had few stretch marks in his hips, thighs and tummy, after being away from the public eye.

★ Now is this vhs you can see him with more jewelery and not hiding his stretch marks that you complimented many years to make him understand how much did you love him and those natural marks he cried for many years.

Four years ago, a former best friend of yours tearfully confessed to you that he was a trans boy. He stopped being your female friend and started being your male friend.

"I've been thinking I'm a boy for years, but please, I'm still afraid someone will find out and make fun of me if it's just a phase." "She," now he, confessed to you through tears and sobs at just 16 years old. "Please, please, I beg you. Don't tell anyone, and if it's just a phase, don't make fun of me." You watched him cry as he tried to calm himself.

"Hey- Relax. I won't say anything, I promise." You said as you tried to hold his face and then gently wiped away him tears with your thumbs.

Michael cried more because of what you tried to keep calming him down about.

"Hey- Okay!" Your nerves got the better of you as you tried to quiet him down because hearing him cry distressed you.

"Thank you! That's why you're my best friend!" he said as he calmed down and looked at you with those big, doll-like eyes.

When they both finally calmed down, they stared at the floor while holding hands, something normal before he came out of the closet.

"So... what's your new name? I imagine you don't like uhm... That name at all anymore." You said as you looked at him again.

"Thanks for ask. Michael, now I am Michael."

Michael officially started his hormone treatment at age 17, during which you saw him go through different stages for months;

Happiness because her body was going to start changing.

"I'm so excited! I feel like I've finally got what I was missing! Like when you sew a button onto a stuffed animal!"

I was angry because I didn't notice the changes.

"It's been two weeks and I haven't noticed a single change! This crap probably doesn't even work."

And sadness because sometimes he was unsure if he was really a man.

"Mom always says that trans people get surgery and regret it... I told her it's a small percentage but she doesn't listen to me and keeps repeating it. I'm afraid it's just a phase and then they'll make fun of me."

When Michael announced his coming out to the public and the media, they initially rejected him until they saw that the hormone treatment changed him for the better, as he began releasing song after song that partly revolutionized the industry.

Years passed, but he still felt that something was missing, even after he had a more masculine appearance and a deep voice when he relaxed it.

One night they were at your house eating ice cream because Michael was staying over for a sleepover with you.

"I've been on hormone therapy for two years now, but I feel like something's missing... It's so hard to explain, it's like a part of me still isn't resolved." He said as he scooped some ice cream with his spoon.

You didn't know what it felt like to be a trans person, of course you didn't know because after all you liked being a woman and your body was comfortable... But you tried to think like a trans man because you couldn't stand seeing him dissatisfied with himself after 3 years.

What if...?

"Could it be that you should get a mastectomy? I don't know if you need phalloplasty, but I can assure you that I see more effort being made to hide your breasts than your pelvis." you advised, hoping to have resolved his concern.

And now, a year later, they were together again, in love. Michael had returned from the Grammy Awards and had come to your house to celebrate. You were waiting for him with a bouquet of red roses and white flowers, knowing they would stand out against his smile. When Michael entered your house and saw you with the bouquet, he smiled shyly.

"Mama, you don't have to do this." He said this while smiling at you and taking that bouquet, then shyly kissed you on the lips.

"Oh yeah boy. I have to. You made your first solo album and you won your first grammy! That's a whole record my baby!" You answered aloud with joy as you approached to hug him.

"Ple-Please don't do this to me right now- I want to cry so bad." You saw how your boyfriend's eyes were shining with tears and a pout was forming, highlighted by his full lips.

"But boy, why you want to cry?"

"I need to feel loved at the end of the day and I only feel it when I'm between your arms- I just- I just can't explain how overwhelmed in a good way I feel with your love right now. Just- keep overwhelming me with all this love you have for me."

You hugged him tightly; it was sad to know that the basic love of a couple overwhelmed him so much because he simply didn't receive enough love when he was young.

"It's okay babe, I'm here for you all evenings and all nights." You wanted to show him more love, you wanted to bare your soul and his, melting them in a scorching warmth. You felt Michael trying to stop his crying, but it was impossible.

You lifted his face with your hands and began kissing his cheeks, then his beautiful nose, his forehead, and finally his soft lips. When you kissed him on the lips, it took him a few moments to continue the kiss, which he then returned fervently, caressing your waist.

The wet sounds and chattering teeth, accompanied by ragged breaths, soon followed. "Ngh- Baby- Your kisses are so sweet like candy." Michael said as you both walked in a messy way to your bedroom, refusing to break the noisy kiss.

Finally, when they both reached the room, they removed all their clothing until you were naked and Michael was in his underwear. Now the conflict began, along with a slight dysmorphia stemming from his inability to satisfy you properly, as a man should, because he didn't have a penis. "I just think we should stop here... It will never be the same, you know." You saw him uncertain but eager to join you in an intimate and warm dance that would be like balm for your souls.

"Michael, you don't need a dick to satisfy me. A real man doesn't need a penis to satisfy his lover." You pulled him closer while you remained in the middle of the bed and he was on the edge. "Let's try it together, okay? Let's learn about our bodies." You smiled, trying to comfort him.

"If you don't like it, please tell me. I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to." He replied as he climbed onto the bed and was greeted with a warm hug.

"Of course my pretty boy, I'll always make you know how do I feel."

You started kissing him until you both returned to that point of foreplay, and you were surprised to feel your shy boyfriend rubbing his wet panties against your equally wet vulva. "Be a good boy and take off your underwear for mama." "Y-yes, mama" he replied excitedly after hearing your order.

The moment you saw his vulva, you laid him down on the bed and began kissing him, then started inserting your fingers while pressing both your breasts against his chest so that your nipples rubbed together. Michael's moans soon followed, accompanied by the swaying of his hips. "Oh mama! You feel really good! Oh my!" It was the first time you'd seen Michael close his eyes and bite his lower lip that hard, trying to hold back his orgasm.

"Come on, be a good boy for Mama and come." You added a third finger and moved them slowly so he could feel the stretch, but seeing him so close, you started moving your hand faster and slapped Michael's tdick with your palm. "Mama! - Yes! Just like that!" He moaned and cried while you kept moving your fingers inside him after his orgasm.

When you stopped moving your fingers he started to kiss you softly while he was touching in a gentle way your hips. "I love you. You are so beautiful..." Another kiss and a look full of love on you.

"Would you like to control the movements?" You asked.

"Well... That sounds weird to me but I would like to try to give you pleasure."

When he finished speaking, you sat on the bed and put one leg over his leg until you were in a scissor position. "And now, ypu have to move your hips like you did some minutes before, see? Just like that babe."

Michael couldn't resist and started to move his hips desperately, rubbing his tdick against your clitoris, as if he could fuck you. "Oh Mama- I really love how wet is your pussy- It feels so good" He moved harder and faster, making you moan of pleasure while he was taking control of the situations to make you have an orgasm. After some minutes of rubbing hard your clitoris with his tdick you finally got your orgasm.

When both of you finally relaxed after the intense orgasm you got while making love, you curled up like cats in bed and hugged each other.

"Thanks you so much"

"Why do you say "thanks you", mike?"

"For loving me"

"You don't have to say thanks you for such silly things... You knoe that I love you and giving love to people shouldn't be strange or abnormal. After all a couple gives love to each other..." Michael didn't understand you at all because you and him were really sleepy after making love.

"Anyways... Thanks you for stay for me every single time. Good night my love"

The two boys ran up the stairs of Darryl’s house

His mom was gone for the week and Darryl invited max to stay over until she came back since he didn’t want to be left alone

The bed sank as max sat down on it

“I’m gonna take a shower, k?” Darryl took his white shirt off — it was sticking to his sweaty torso since he and max raced home

Max’s eyes traced Darryl’s slender frame, as he raised his arms to lift his shirt off of himself his ribs flared— the soft glow of the warm bedside lamp highlighting every ridge and peak, the wetness of his skin was visible

Oh how his budding dark brown nipples hardened at the cold air hitting them, his little tummy poking out a little being squeezed by the waistband of his pants

Darryl knew what he was doing, stripping in front of max like it was normal. He just wanted his attention.

“Hey! You listening to me, weirdo?” Darryl threw his sweat covered shirt at max laughing.

“Oh, it’s on.” Max lunged at Darryl and to grab him and throw him over his shoulder

“-Ah!, max— put me down!” Darryl punched Max’s back

Max dropped him on the soft bed, the springs creaked when he knelt down onto it to tickle and poke Darryl all over

“Max—Stop!, I’m Serious!—“ Darryl’s laughs and giggles echoed through the empty house

Max would always take tickle fights too far, tickling Darryl until he cried or until he couldn’t breathe

Darryl laid below max— still shirtless, leaving him vulnerable.

“Oh, Fuck—!” Darryl’s tone shifted when Max’s fingers rose to his nipple to twist it

Max usually would poke or pinch Darryl’s nipples as a joke through his shirt. Darryl never told him to stop, he’d just respond by laughing and shielding his sensitive chest.

Sexuality wasn’t really a discussed topic between them. There’s been too many times when things got tense between the pair— those moments where their lips almost brushed against each other when they got too close together, indirect kisses when they shared a bottle of water, all the times max had pinned Darryl down just to mess with him

“Aww, you have sensitive nipples, huh?” Max teased and twisted harder

“Ngh— max.. please..!” Darryl tossed his head back and moaned. This wasn’t a tickle fight anymore

“What? You like that, Darryl?” Max’s used his free hand to rub Darryl’s tummy while he pinched and tortured him

“Didn’t know you were such a freak, Darryl.” Max’s knee was now in between Darryl’s legs pressing up on his crotch

Darryl bit his lip hard enough to almost draw blood— his clothed cock hardened from the pressure

“Max..- stop..” Darryl was hopeless, he was so unbelievably horny for max— he couldn’t believe how much he craved Max’s touch, he was in denial.

“So needy, aren’t you?” Max grabbed Darryl’s face in one swift motion and smashed his lips onto his

max forced his tongue into Darryl’s mouth, His mouth was warm and wet, just waiting for max to invade it.

“Mmm..” Darryl moaned into each kiss, his breaths were desperate as he chased Max’s mouth

“Oh so you want this?” Max’s weight pressed on Darryl as he kissed his neck

“Max— we can’t..” Darryl tried to catch his breath

“Come onnn, you want this, darryl and I know it. I mean, who knows you better than your own best friend?”

“Oh, max…!” Darryl gasped as max bit down on his collar bone like he was his prey.

“Max… I still need to shower” Darryl tried pushing max off of him

“Shower later…” Max growled before he continued to feast on Darryl

Darryl finally gave up and let max have it.

Max kissed the Darryl’s jaw so gently while sliding his pants off of him, letting Darryl’s cock spring free

“Mmm, you’re so horny already..” his hand lingered down to Darryl’s dick, placing his thumb on the tip and playing with the beading pre-cum

Darryl’s hands rose to rest on Max’s broad shoulders.

“Mm—gonna..cum..!” Darryl whined, spreading his legs hanging off the edge of the bed.

Darryl chased his orgasm and bucked himself into Max’s warm palm still squeezing his cock

“W-what are you doing..” Darryl muttered snapping out of it.

Max pulled his hand away abruptly “not yet..” he teased. Max gave Darryl’s balls a quick squeeze before his fingers trailed down to his taint, to his pulsing hole.

“Wait..! Max.. I’ve never done this before..” Darryl yelped before anything could happen

“What do you mean..? With a guy or..?” He trailed off curiously

“No, ever. I mean I’ve never had sex with anyone.” Darryl sat up to look at max

“Then let me be your first..” He pushed Darryl back onto the bed gently, letting him lay back before he went to work on him

Max kissed Darryl again before he could answer

“Just.. don’t hurt me..” Darryl looked at him with pleading eyes, It melted Max’s heart— he wouldn’t admit it but he had a soft spot for Darryl, he wouldn’t play with him too rough unlike his other friends

They’d even ask why he was so soft to Darryl but max just brushed it off and told them nothing is going on between the two.

“Just relax, trust me.. you’ll like it” max put his ring finger in his mouth and sucked it—lathering it up with his slick warm saliva

Darryl obediently spread his legs to give max better access

He’s seen this before, in taboo VHS’s that he stole for his own benefit— his mom had caught him once after he left the VHS in the player, she clicked the television on and the suggestive video played already half way watched

Darryl had the longest conversation with his mother about how it wasn’t his and that a friend of his gave it to him and he didn’t know what it was

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He gently pressed the wet finger against Darryl’s hole, letting it slide in very slowly, Darryl winced at the feeling.

“M—max..” he babbled as max slid his finger in and out his entrance picking up the pace slightly

“I’m gonna add another finger, okay?” Max made sure to be gentle with Darryl since he was a virgin and he didn’t wanna hurt him

Darryl whimpered as he slowly eased into Max’s touch, his body relaxed as Max’s fingers moved in and out of his hole and he began to enjoy it.

“See, I told you.” Max rubbed Darryl’s leg with his free hand “don’t you feel good when you listen to me?”

Darryl could barely utter a word, the situation was ridiculous, he didn’t even know this could possibly happen to him

Max scissored his fingers in Darryl’s warm hole, stretching him out good enough for his cock to fit inside of him.

Soon, the fun ended—max pulled his fingers out.

Darryl whined and looked up at max with his brows furrowed

“I’m not letting you cum just yet.” Max said before unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants

He sat up to watch Max take his pants off, he’s seen Max’s dick before— when they’d shower together, everytime they’d go swimming, sometimes Darryl would even take a peak at his morning wood whenever max slept over.

His big dick made a print through his grey boxers— you could see the pre-cum left a wet spot

Max slowly pulled his boxers down, revealing his aching cock.

Darryl’s dick twitched at the scene— he wanted Max in him so bad.

“Let me show you that I can make you feel good.” Max pushed Darryl’s legs up— his knees were almost pressing on his chest

It made him remember all those times in gym class ..

When they would help each other stretch

Staring at Darryl’s gym shorts bunching up around his crotch

The way he’d fold them at the waist band to make them shorter.

The tip of Max’s dick was pressing on Darryl’s hole—slipping in easily since he stretched him out

“Nghh..!—“ Darryl put his hands on Max’s shoulders for support. He was shaking below him and max didn’t even stick the whole length in

“Shh, just relax..” max got half of his length in and began thrusting slowly in Darryl

“Mm.. max..” Darryl’s stomach muscles contracted with each thrust— he was already dizzy from the sensation

“Mhm, see I told you” max sneered before kissing Darryl’s cheek softly — he pushed his cock in fully since Darryl was getting used to it

“Fuck!..” Darryl cried out as soon as he shoved the whole thing in. He was only just a virgin, he didn’t know if he could take it

“You can handle it.” Max sped up, bullying his cock into Darryl’s tight ass. With each pump his tip pressed on Darryl’s prostate

“Mmmffhh..” Darryl’s pretty brown eyes fluttered shut and bit his lip to silence his moans and whimpers— so cute, he was still ashamed of himself.

“I wanna hear you, baby” max slammed his cock in Darryl harder

Darryl’s eyes flashed open as he jolted up slightly from the shock

“What’s my name?” He pulled his dick out only leaving the tip at the rim and quickly slammed it back in

“M-max..!” Darryl’s eyes rolled back, his mouth hung open while Max fucked him relentlessly, tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Are you gonna cum, virgin?” Max teased before grabbing Darryl’s dick and stroking it—squeezing it tightly in his grasp, forcing him to cum immediately

“Ugh..! Y-yeah…!” He wailed as his orgasm crashed on him, he came all over Max’s hand—his walls clamped around Max’s hard long cock, swallowing it in and milking his seed out of it.

“Fuck..” max pulled out his cock, Darryl was still laying there and shaking

“You okay..?” He panted, cradling Darryl’s face with both his hands. He was still catching breath, his cheeks were red and his ears were hot.

“Can we do that again?” He lazily smiled back at max

His hands slid down to rub Max’s chest

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.

Soon Darryl was drooling on his pillow, being folded and bent over by max while he plowed in him

“Ahh…! Max…Please…!” His hair was messy and frizzy, his legs were shaking with each thrust of Max’s cock

“Yeah, you like that?” Max slapped Darryl’s ass causing him to yelp

“H-harder..” Darryl muttered as tears flooded his eyes— he was drooling and crying like a slut and begging for more, max just had to give it to him

“You’re such a whore, Darryl.” He mocked and abused Darryl’s prostate— gripping his waist in the process so Darryl would stop squirming on his cock

His wails and whimpers echoed through the empty house. By now the neighbours could probably hear the two of them breeding like rabbits

Max destroyed Darryl’s little virgin hole and made him his little cock sleeve

“I’m—cumming..!” Darryl gripped the bed sheets hard enough to almost tear them, his orgasm tore through him as his cum spurted all over the white covers below him

Max quickly followed after— cumming in Darryl’s ass once again, he pulled his cock out and watched his seed leak out of Darryl’s pulsing hole

It was his first time and he didn’t even bother to use a condom. Poor Darryl, he would probably worry about this later.

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Max pulled his pants up and buttoned his jeans, leaving his belt on the floor

He rubbed Darryl’s thigh— he was laying on his side, still leaking, he hadn’t gotten up to clean himself up

“Do you want me to help you..?” He coo’d endearingly— after all Darryl was just a virgin, he needed to be taken care of before he could learn to do it on his own

Max helped Darryl up, he was still shaking and he couldn’t hold himself up

He walked him to the bathroom, and got into the shower with him

He scrubbed Darryl’s back with the rag that laid on the shower stool

The soap bubbled up on his back, max washed the nape of his neck and kissed it— Max dropped the rag and started rubbing the soap on Darryl’s chest with his hands

His fingers rub against Darryl’s sensitive nipples, lathering him up all over

Darryl groaned as Max’s hands trail down to his hips and slowly rub their way down to Darryl’s already hard dick—max held Darryl’s dick and slowly rubbed the soap up and down his shaft, making sure to be gentle

Darryl leaned his head back to rest on Max’s shoulder

“Oh..max…” the hot steam from the shower already made it hard to breathe— now max was pumping his cock like there’s no tomorrow.

“What..? I’m just helping you..” he kissed Darryl’s neck lazily as he melted in his touch. Darryl was panting with his eyes closed, the sound of the shower water hitting the tub floor concealing his shallow breaths— only max was close enough to hear it.

“I just wanna make you feel good..” he pumped his cock faster until it felt like it was gonna explode

“Ungh…! G-gonna…c-cum..!” Darryl came for the third time that day, he felt so drained and tired.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help it.” Max kissed him once more before guiding him to bend over

“Max..please.. not again..” Darryl wouldn’t admit this but he wanted max to force him to cum again, he loved when max made him do things he didn’t think he would be able to do

“Shhh…” max shushed him as he pressed the boy on the shower wall, obediently arching his back.

Max grabbed Darryl’s waist and began rubbing his big cock between Darryl’s ass cheeks

“You want me to put it in, don’t you..?” He mocked and laughed at the sight in front of him

Darryl’s palms laid flat on the tiled shower wall as he scooted his ass back onto max, pouting.

He lined himself up, pulling Darryl’s pretty soft ass cheeks apart— for a moment he gazed at it, the water droplets from the shower water rolling down around the rim, the way it pulsated awaiting its treatment, the colour of it matching his nipples

Max gave his ass a light smack before slowly shoving his cock in

Darryl’s breath hitched— he was already so sensitive after Max fucked his little hole relentlessly

Max went a little slower this time, but he was still slamming in very hard

Darryl moaned with each thrust— his prostate was probably bruised by this time

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Max picked up the pace, the sounds of Max’s pelvis smacking on Darryl’s ass filled the silence

“Nnhh..” Darryl couldn’t even speak anymore he just let max use his body like a cum dump

Max began fucking him faster and faster

Their grunts and moans bounced off the tiled walls, amplifying the lewd sounds turning on max more and provoking him to destroy Darryl

“I knew you could take it—look at you, you’re already hard” max stroked Darryl’s milked cock again, Rubbing his thumb over the tip and making one big stroke on the rest.

The pipes creaked at the amount of water being used, they were in the shower for what seemed like 2 hours

“You cumming again?” Max leaned over to bite Darryl’s ear— it was hot and the tips were red

His face was so flushed from all the pain and pleasure

Darryl couldn’t even utter a word he just cried and moaned

Darryl made a familiar face— he was pressed against the shower wall with his head turned to the side just so max can watch him orgasm

His walls clamped around Max’s cock, begging for it to slam in him harder

A white ring formed around the base of Max’s dick as he came into Darryl’s warm entrance

Finally the two of them washed off and got out the shower

This time max had to carry Darryl to his bedroom— he dropped the boy onto his bed and scooted next to him

The two of them finally dozed off and fell asleep

I hope you liked this anon!

Based off this request☟☟☟

The tightly drawn curtains blocked out the afternoon sun as Michael and Ant sat cuddled up on the couch. The movie had been long forgotten, both of them more interested in their exchange of kisses.

For the past fifteen minutes, Michael had been kissing Ant soft and slow, his lips barely grazing his. His hand traced Ant's jaw as if the man was made of fragile porcelain.

It was infuriating.

Michael pulled back. "Am I doing something wrong, baby?" Big doe eyes focused on Ant's face, searching for any sort of reaction. But there was none. Only boredom.

Ant let out a light sigh at Michael’s fallen face, ruffling his hair reassuringly. "Mike, you worry too much. You're perfect."

Michael looked away. His fingers curled into his jeans.

"...How come we haven't, y'know... Gone further yet?" He said, almost in a whisper. The idea of sex - or in his words, making love - was still scandalous to him, despite his craving for Ant. For the past few months he had given Ant every hint he could think of, said it in every way except verbal. And none of it had seemed to work. "Tell me, sweet thing. What do you need from me?"

Ant bit his lip nervously, holding in his breath. He had put it off for as long as he could. The conversation. Where he'd embarrassingly have to reveal the degeneracy he's into to his boyfriend. Michael probably wouldn't even understand.

Still, better to get it over with. He let his breath go.

"I want you to rape me."

A strangled noise escaped Michael, eyes nearly bulging out of his head. Was this a prank? Or a weird episode? Oh goodness, was Ant having some medical emergency that impaired his cognitive ability? What if-

"Michael." Ant snapped him out of his thoughts with his own embarrassed voice. Michael took in Ant's uncomfortable shifting, his averted gaze.

"That's… intense. Baby, are you okay? You know I'd never hurt you. Ever."

"That's the problem, Mike."

Michael stared at Ant, silent, but his thoughts burned through his eyes. Sweet thing, I love you, but I'm a singer, not a shrink. What am I supposed to say to this?

A chuckle bubbled up in Ant at Michael’s lost expression. "Just- Wait here a moment, I'll be right back."

Ant re-emerged with a magazine, throwing it onto Michael's lap. "8th page." On the cover was a naked woman, black leather binding her arms and legs, with smaller straps all over her body. The guide to your most depraved kinks, the coverline read.

Michael understood now why Ant was so protective over that drawer.

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"So... I wouldn't actually be.. hurting you. You want this." Michael said incredulously, for what seemed to be the seventh time as he gestured at the page.

"Mhm."

"But what if I do hurt you?! How would I know when you really want me to stop or if you're just playing?"

"That's what the safeword is for, Mike."

Michael fidgeted.

"Michael. Trust me. I'd let you know, okay?" Ant grabbed his hands, making Michael look up at him.

He swallowed. "Okay. Yeah. I trust you. But, can I ask... Why are you even into this stuff?"

Ant thought for a moment. "I guess it comes out of wanting to be wanted. It's not about the violence. It's about the thought of you needing me so bad that you can't hold back."

Michael's gaze softened. "I do need you, sweet thing."

"Then prove it."

Michael clammed up. Ant didn't give him even a chance to plan his approach before he shot to his feet and broke into a sprint. Footsteps echoed on the polished floors of Hayvenhurst, a cleaner swiftly stepping out of the way, not batting an eye at whatever the two boys were up to this time. "Hey! Not fair!" Michael called out as he stumbled onto his own feet, lunging to follow the cheat up the stairs. 

It didn't take long for him to find his boyfriend. Hidden in the most convenient place: Michael's bedroom. He cracked open the closet door. Buried in clothes, Ant’s brown eyes gleamed from the snitching rays of the sun. "Found you." Michael said with a teasing lilt.

They both stared at each other. Waiting.

It was Ant who moved first, roughly shoving past him. A startled grunt left Michael, eyes wide as he realised Ant really was going all in. He caught Ant's arm instinctively to steady himself, and in return Ant tried wildly to shake him off, thrashing against him like a bird caught in the jaws of a wolf.

Ant’s back hit the closet doors with a push from Michael. His shoulders were pinned in place.

"C'mon. I know you want this."

Vigorously shaking his head, he allowed a small smile to pass - a mercy for Michael. Ant didn't want to go too far in his acting and freak his poor boyfriend out. "Let me go, Mike..."

"You know I can't do that, sweet thing." A hand of his went up to gently stroke Ant's cheek. "I just need you so bad..."

That was a mistake. Finally having a free arm, Ant shoved him off. Michael reeled into the wall. "You little..!"

Ant didn't get far before Michael tackled him onto the bed, the full weight of him squeezing the smaller man into the mattress.

Shit. Was that too far? Had he hurt Ant? Michael scrambled up onto his knees. "Baby, I'm so-"

His words died in his throat as he took in the sight of Ant. Pupils blown wide, flushed skin, lips parted to let out quick breaths. And the obvious erection. Oh. Ant was begging for it.

Michael hadn’t been sure of the idea at first, but seeing Ant all bothered like this? It was worth it.

"Sweet thing... You want this just as much as I do, don't you?"

He pressed his hand against the tightness of his jeans. Settling back down on top of him, Michael gave Ant no choice but to squirm right up against his palm in his struggle. Even as Ant let out a quiet plea for Michael to stop, he couldn't help his little whine at the friction.

“Shhh. I’ve got you.”

Michael’s large hands pushed apart Ant’s legs, making room for his hips. Denim rubbed against denim, metal zippers clinking together as Michael dry humped him. Ant’s thighs uselessly pushed at his hips. The mattress creaked under their weight.

Michael’s lips descended onto Ant’s neck, leaving a trail of spit as he nibbled higher and higher. When he got to the corner of his lips, Ant’s soft skin was deprived from him as his head snapped to the side.

“Hey.” Michael said firmly. Ant didn’t look at him.

Another wave of uncertainty hit Michael. Ant’s previous words echoed in his ears - I’d let you know. Trust me.

Hesitant, his lungs filled with a slow breath for courage. Then, he grabbed Ant’s face - thumb hooked under his jaw - and smashed his lips down onto him.

The lewd sound Ant let out went straight to Michael’s dick. Taking advantage of Ant’s gasp, his tongue slipped into his mouth. Ant’s mouth proved much easier to dominate, tongue pliant, wet and warm, body still too busy trying to get Michael’s crotch away from his.

Michael wondered if he had died and gone to heaven. Months of pent up frustration, longing and self-doubt. He had expected a slow build up, a gradual taming of a skittish animal - not that he wouldn’t have been willing, he’d do anything for Ant - and instead he got to capture it. To take everything he needed in one day.

“Baby.. I can’t wait any longer. Need you.”

One hand - trembling from excitement - fumbled with the button on Ant's jeans. Fingers slipped into the warmth of his waistband. Michael yanked down. 

Now fully exposed, his prey abandoned all restraint. A groan of surprise was forced out of Michael, a knee slamming into his side. He lost his balance, weight shifting to the one hand that still had a grip on something: Ant’s neck.

Ant immediately stilled at the loss of breath. His heart pounded with instinctual fear. His cock had another thought.

Michael relaxed his grip just enough to let Ant breathe. A shiver ran through him as the dick he held in his hand twitched in his grasp.

He leaned down to whisper in Ant's ear. “You like being held like this?” 

Ant was completely quiet, except for his shallow breaths.

Michael knew he wouldn't get a verbal response from the man. He didn't need one. The precum leaking all over his fingers was enough of an answer.

“Sweet thing, you should've told me sooner… All I wanted was to take care of you right.”

Slow strokes of Ant’s cock prepared him for what was to come. He pathetically shook against Michael, the only protests escaping him now being weak whines. He had lost the fight. Just how he wanted.

Limp in Michael’s arms, Ant was rolled over onto his stomach easily. 

“That's a good boy. Just relax.”

Michael spat into his palm, rubbing the tip of his cock. “Gonna be real rough. Just like you asked.”

The saliva did nothing to ease the burn of the thick cock stretching Ant open. He wailed into the mattress, clawing at the sheets, legs flailing uselessly. Every ounce of strength he had left in him was used to focus on his breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Ignore the stretch. Ignore the way Michael invaded his tight, resisting hole, inch by inch, ignore how he felt like he was going to burst open, thinking he finally reached his limit only for the invasion to just keep. Going. On.

It hurt so bad. In the most delicious way. He had long lost track of the time when his fingers finally uncurled and breathing became possible again. 

“Hey. Hey. Ant. You okay?” Michael’s concerned voice brought him back.

Ant gave him a weak thumbs up.

Breath tickled the back of his neck as Michael let out a relieved sigh, followed by the press of a soft, apologetic kiss.

Then the game continued.

Nails dug into Ant's hips as Michael thrust into him at a brutal pace. The slap of skin on skin was barely audible, outdone by the loud moans coming from both of the couple. Michael, despite being the one doing the ravaging, sounded even more pathetic than Ant. He had to bury his face into his shoulder, trying to dampen his cries. “Baby, baby you're so tight, fuck..! So perfect.. Perfect for me…” 

With every snap of Michael's hips, Ant’s cock rubbed into the mattress, rough friction adding even more pleasure. Michael whined, snaking a hand underneath to jerk Ant off in time. “So close… gonna.. Cum with me baby, please..!” 

Michael buried himself as deep as he could, filling up Ant’s ass with his release. A few more firm strokes and Ant broke the same, spurting all over the sheets underneath him. Michael laid on top of him, panting like a dog.

Michael rolled Ant over to face him. Eyebrows furrowed with concern, he took in Ant's face. “Was that okay..?”

Ant broke into a quiet laugh. “Mike, that was amazing.”

Michael relaxed a bit, but he still watched Ant like a hawk. “Are you sure? Really sure? I didn't go too far?”

“Mike. I'm okay.”

“Okay. Okay. Good. But.. If I did go too rough, you'd tell me right? You're really-”

“Michael!”

Michael looked away like a scolded puppy. Ant sighed.

“You did good Mike. Really good. Come on. Cuddle me for a bit. And then let's go have a bath.”