[ denial ] (Brando to Michael)
❥ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .
Brando was already playing a dangerous game. Michael Myers wasn’t one to typically be toyed with - anyone who laid a finger on him was usually dead before they could even think to reach for the zipper of his boiler suit. Maybe his overconfidence came from the knowledge that Michael wouldn’t dare hurt him. But in a position like this, constantly poking a creature who already struggled with his self control, it could prove to be a deadly one for poor Brando.
Michael’s body trembled against the decrepit mattress that was rotting in what used to be his parents’ bedroom with every moment. Brando must have known how loud this little game of his could get, hence why he didn’t opt to do this back at home. Because for someone as quiet as Michael typically was, the man was a panting, grunting, moaning mess. His lover’s hand moved expertly over the length of his cock, the source of the waves of pleasure rippling through his body.
Each peak brought him closer to the edge, and just as he felt himself ready to tip over, Brando’s hand stilled against his throbbing shaft, forcing his body down into yet another torturous valley.
“—unngh!”
















