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the star had thought it was a good idea to tempt him the entire day. lingering glances and touches, quips and remarks that would confuse anyone who wasn’t him. it would’ve seemed subtle to anyone else, but he knew that michael knew full well what he was doing. it was throwing him off his game, and other guards and staff had definitely began to notice throughout the day.

so yeah, pressing michael’s face against the car’s tinted windows while thrusting into him and having him bent across the backseat was absolutely necessary.

“mmh! uh, uh—!”

michael’s mouth fell open as noisy moans and grunts spilled from his lips. his curls bounced in unison with the pace the other had set, his fingers practically digging into michael’s skin with how hard his grip on his hips were.

michael’s fancy jacket was discarded and his shirt underneath was rolled up just enough for perky, glistening nipples to show. earlier, he had been flicking and licking them, reveling in how the sensation was making an impatient and desperately hard michael squirm and whine.

michael’s back arched when his pace quickened. he took one hand away from michael’s hips and used it to trail alongside michael’s back.

“fuck, angel,” he groaned deeply, letting his head fall back in ecstasy. “this is what you wanted that whole time, ain’t it? mh- shit— wanted me to fuck you, huh?”

michael choked on a moan before nodding his head earnestly, biting his lip to hold back yet another sweet noise. the same hand that was trailing along michael back came down to wrap around his dick tightly, causing michael to jerk. a moan punched out of him— a raspy, helpless sound that went straight to the bodyguard’s dick, causing it to twitch inside of michael.

he began to stroke michael up and down, already adding to the overwhelming pleasure of hitting michael’s sweet spot ruthlessly in a rhythmic manner. he can’t see michael’s face from this angle, but he imagined that his eyes were screwed shut, and that his lips were red and bruised from being bitten onto.

“words, baby.” he breathed out with a heavy thrust. “tell me y’wanted me to fuck you.”

“w-wanted— ah, fuck,” michael tried, cut off by his own cries as the speed of the other’s hand increased tenfold. “oh, please, i’m so-” michael wasn’t even sure what he was begging for, his head fuzzy. the only thing he could think about being how much he was feeling right now.

“say it, mike.”

he got heavy panting and a sniffle in response. “I wanted you.. mh— needed you t’fuck me..”

hearing michael’s words, a grin pulled at his lips. “..walkin’ around teasing me,” he whispered, his voice drowning in the wet sounds of the sloppy thrusts and the sound of him pumping michael’s dick; slick with precum. “all cause’ you wanted to be bent over like a slut.”

tears coated michael’s lashes and some escape, trailing down flushed cheeks. he gasps, “c-cum— ah! shit, i’m gonna-“

michael jerked as white spurts of cum shoot out from his twitching dick. the bodyguard paused his thrusts, clenching his jaw once michael tightened around him. he didn’t want to cum yet. he wasn’t no where done with michael yet. michael’s mess painted the leather seats below them, and the guard makes a mental reminder that he’d have to clean this up right away after they’re done.

taking advantage of michael’s currently weakened body, he hoisted him up without pulling out, into a sitting position and adjusted his own position to ensure that michael was completely and comfortably in his lap.

michael’s chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. the other’s hand raked up his stomach, causing michael to shiver. his fingers hiked up until they came into contact with michael’s nipples, and he lightly twisted one bud.

michael mewled, cursing under his breath.

with a small laugh, he placed his hands on michael’s hips once again. michael wasn’t particularly heavy by any means, so he easily lifted him up before plummeting him back down onto his dick. michael keened, his hands scrabbling to grab onto something, to no avail.

“gh! t-too much!” his noises intensified once the other showed no sign of slowing down. “f-fu—please, I’m sensitive-“

“take it.” he demanded, voice tight and dark with restraint. michael was lucky that he wasn’t bending him over through an open window and pounding ‘till he was drooling and covering in cum.

michael’s dick gradually hardened again and bounced with the momentum of the thrusts. precum pooled up and spilled onto michael’s stomach along with a bit of the mess he made beforehand.

michael let his head fall back onto his bodyguard’s shoulder, curls falling out of his eyes. he glanced towards michael, capturing his heated gaze.

“god, you’re so pretty.” he gnarled. michael’s skin was damp with sweat and his flushed face wet from tears, his captivating eyes glistening. saliva collected from his mouth spilled down his chin, and his eyebrows were pinched up in overwhelming bliss. his bottom lip was bruised from his failed attempts to silence his cries. another sob punched out of him, his sensitivity actively bringing him to a quicker climax.

incoherent words flew from michael’s tongue. his eyes, lidded, and lashes fluttering, seemed to struggle to remain open.

“-w-wanna— oh, p-please, baby.” michael begged, the words coming out in helpless sobs as tears ran down his cheeks. the sight of michael — the man who people idolized and pictured as untouchable — rendered to such a state was too much for the bodyguard to handle. his pace became frantic as he chased his own climax as well as michael’s.

a long, throaty groan emitted from him, “let go f’me, angel.” he said tightly as he stilled his hands, pinning michael down on his dick as he threw his head back, filling the star up.

michael reached his limit as well, tensing up with a loud wail. a slick noise accompanied michael’s whimpers as the other used his hand to jerk him off though his orgasm, milking him throughly until he slumped back against him weakly.

heavy breaths filled the car, and he lifted his wrist to check the time on his watch.

he groaned heavy, “we gotta get you to that event.” he said, ignoring the way something close to irritation built up in his chest. after this, he wanted nothing more than to smother michael is kisses and make him feel relaxed.

michael doesn’t answer, his chest heaving up and down. when the bodyguard glanced towards his face, michael’s eyes were closed.