Moan [[Hope this is okay c:]]
Six: My muse gives yours a striptease
He's rather used to this, honestly. He pays for his addiction in just about any way he can, and some dealers prefer a show to a quick fuck. They want it to last, to take their time taking Micheal apart in every way they can. And honestly, he l o v e s it. But this? It's different. It's not for his fix and no, it's not for "love", but they're not strangers; to Micheal, this is the possibility for a "friends-with-benefits" relationship. Hell, he's missed those, he'll take one.So now here he is, hips swaying to the music (he'd refused to let the other pick it; he likes to strip to Simon Curtis. Really gets him going), hand running down his body. He's not felt awkward doing this in a long time in y e a r s, he actually loves doing it now. Slowly, he pushes his jeans off and stepping out of them, he steps over and straddles the other, hips still swaying slightly above his lap as he leans in to whisper in his ear."----Enjoying yourself yet, baby?"
