#mogarcest

Author: mlchaeijones Word Count: 2,214 words Warnings: This is literally nothing but smut. Multiple orgasms, oversensitivity, handcuffs and cat!Michael. Jesus, this is kinky as fuck. Summary: This is so fucking hard to explain. Basically, the concept is that there was some kind of fucking tear in the universes, and sub!Michael dropped through into dom!Michael’s world. In this particular AU, dom!Michael is fully human, and sub!Michael is the cat hybrid. I’m not sorry at all.

Pairing: Mogarcest/00Mogar (MichaelxMichael)

Author’s Note: If you want to read any of my other stuff, you can find it here.

Do What You Want

When Michael awoke, he was on his back and his double was on top of him. His cock was achingly hard in his boxers, and the abruptness of the situation caused his ears to press themselves flat against his head. “W-what’s happening?” He whispered, finally working up the nerve to make direct eye contact with the other Michael.

"Don’t be scared, baby," the man murmured, cupping Michael’s face in his hand, stroking his thumb softly over his cheek. "You were having a dream. Do you remember?"

Michael’s face flushed at what the other had said, shaking his head frantically. He felt the other Michael shift his weight slightly, pressing their crotches together the tiniest amount. However, it was more than enough for Michael to realize that the other man was just as hard as he was, and that caused a quiet groan to escape his lips.

"D-did I - w-was I making noises?" Michael managed, throwing his head back against the pillows and closing his eyes. The other Michael ran a hand through Michael’s hair, taking a moment to lightly massage the area behind his ears. In his state, the slight stimulation was enough to cause his cock to twitch and a pleasured moan to escape his lips.

Forcing his eyes open, Michael saw a cocky grin on the other man’s face, and he was speaking a moment later. “You were doing much more than that,” his double said into his ear, his voice low and rough. A shiver went through Michael’s body at his tone, and his tail twitched. “You were on your stomach and you were practically fucking the mattress. You were so desperate.” He put emphasis on the last word, nuzzling his face into the skin of Michael’s neck, his hands rubbing at his ears one more. “I couldn’t allow you to come with out me, could I?”

"No," Michael groaned, wanting the other man to do something - anything - to help relieve the pressure in his cock.

"No?" the other man questioned, moving his face to hover a few inches from Michael’s own. He began to kiss over the skin lightly, pressing his lips lightly to the corners of the man’s mouth. One of the other Michael’s hands twisted into Michael’s hair, and the other began to slowly stroke his tail.

"N-no sir," Michael managed, trying his very hardest to hold back his moans from the sensations of the other man’s hands moving over his most sensitive parts.

"That’s a good boy," his double said encouragingly, a slight smile gracing his features. Then he was kissing Michael hard, his tongue immediately pushing past the other mans lips and beginning to explore the crevices of the other man’s mouth. Michael didn’t protest at all, simply allowed himself to be dominated. 

Throwing his arms around his double’s neck, Michael attempted to pull him as close as possible. Then the other man was pulling away, causing a distressed noise - a mixture of a meow and a groan - to escape his mouth. 

The other Michael made a clicking noise with his tongue, and despite himself, Michael’s ears folded themselves flat against his head once more. His face went red in embarrassment - sometimes his instincts took over, and there was nothing he could do about it. Michael’s eyes watched as the other man rummaged through their bedside drawer, and then he was closing his eyes in anticipation.

He had hardly even been touched yet, and he already felt almost ready to explode. It probably had something to do with the fact that he was almost there when he had awoke. A few seconds later, strong hands were around Michael’s wrists, pinning them to the bed above his head. “Is it alright if we use the handcuffs tonight, babe?” the other Michael murmured into his ear, and Michael was quick to reply with a nod.

Then the device was clicking shut around Michael’s wrists, looping around one of the sections of their headboard. “That feel alright?” the other Michael asked, and a quick tug was all it took to determine that it was fine. 

"Yes." The other Michael raised an eyebrow at the word, and Michael swallowed heavily, averting his eyes. "Yes, sir."

"There we go," the man muttered, pressing their lips together once more. The kiss was rougher than ever, and he began to grind their crotches together slowly. That was enough to cause Michael to cry out, arching his back and trying to get more friction. Wrapping his legs around the other Michael’s waist, he whined, trying to pull the other man that much closer. 

"You’re close, aren’t you?" the other Michael asked quietly, and Michael could do nothing but nod his head, bucking his hips up in a desperate attempt to bring himself to the edge.

"Y-yes sir," he moaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. "S-so close."

"I’m very disappointed in you," the other Michael said sadly, his hands reaching to pry Michael’s legs from around his body. Then he was moving away completely. Michael whined desperately, tugging frantically on the handcuffs in an attempt to put some pressure on his now aching cock. After a few moments, he realized it was in vain.

"P-please," Michael whined, his eyes begging with his double. "Please sir, don’t just leave me like this."

"We have three choices, Michael," the man said softly, one of his hands moving to run over Michael’s head once more. He began to massage his ears slowly as he spoke, and Michael had to bite down on his lip to prevent himself from crying out in pleasure. "Option one. I leave you here and you calm down." Michael cried out in distress, shaking his head.

"N-no sir, please."

"Shhh." The other Michael began to run his hand slowly over Michael’s throat, knowing that he liked the way it felt. Michael couldn’t prevent himself from purring softly at the touch, despite how turned on he was. "Option two, we use the cock ring."

"I-"

"Or option three, I do whatever the fuck I want with you." He paused, then smirked. "I recommend that option."

"That’s fine," Michael finally managed, nodding frantically. "Do whatever you want, just get the fuck over here." He arched his back, his cock straining in his boxers. He was trying to make himself look as appealing as he possibly could, and based on the way the other Michael’s eyes darkened slightly, Michael guessed that he had succeeded. 

Then the other Michael was on top of him once more, grinding their hips together roughly. “Safe words are the same as usual. Do you remember them?”

Michael rolled his eyes, but his attitude was immediately wiped away when the other man pressed his lips to Michael’s neck. “Yes,” he groaned as his double began to bite harshly at the skin, and his intention to leave marks was obvious. “The safe words are literally ‘safe word’, even though that’s fucking stupid as shit.” His words turned into a moan halfway through when the other man took some of the skin into his mouth, beginning to suck.

One of the other Michael’s hands rested on Michael’s hip, and the other threaded through his hair, giving a quick yank from time to time. Every time he would do so, a moan would escape Michael’s lips, causing his double to chuckle softly. Then he was peeling Michael’s boxers down, working them around the man’s fully hard cock and his twitching tail. 

Michael bit back a moan at the feeling of his erection springing free, and he watched with glazed over eyes as the other Michael stripped himself of his own boxers as well. It was times like these that Michael was glad they both slept in their underwear.

Then the other man was rutting up against him once more, but this time with no cloth separating them. Michael couldn’t hold back his cries of pleasure at that, his lips parting and his eyes squeezing shut. A moment later, his double had taken both of their cocks into his hand, beginning to stroke them in time. It only took a couple of strokes for Michael to come, clenching his hands into fists and pulling at the handcuffs as he moaned out his own name.

When he had finally come down, he saw the other Michael staring down at him, a hungry look on his face. He had a bottle of lube in his hand, and Michael squirmed nervously. He had never come twice in a row, and he knew that if the other man started fingering him, he’d start getting hard again.

"You’re okay, babe?" The other Michael asked softly, and Michael nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. 

"Yes sir."

The words were all it took for his double to snap, a bit of a growl coming from the back of his throat as he leaned down to kiss Michael once more. “Don’t know why you turn me on so much,” he muttered against Michael’s lips, and Michael heard the sound of the lube being opened. “But you do.”

Then fingers were prodding lightly at his entrance, and Michael clenched, his toes curling into the bed. He groaned deeply as the man’s other hand trailed along his cock, which had hardened only the slightest bit.

His double bit down hard on Michael’s lower lip, sucking it into his mouth and causing Michael to groan, his back arching off the bed once more. He tugged lightly at his bonds, but he knew that they weren’t going to give. Then, before Michael knew what was happening, a finger was being thrust up inside of him, and he cried out. 

He had known that he would be sensitive, having anything inside of him this soon after orgasm. But he hadn’t known how sensitive. Gritting his teeth, Michael closed his eyes, trying to focus. It felt too good, but after a moment Michael was whining desperately, attempting to press back against the digit. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, forcing his eyes open to stare at the other Michael. He was positioned above him, his pupils almost completely blown. Another finger was pressing inside of him a moment later, scissoring and prepping Michael as best as his double knew how. By the time a third finger had been added, Michael was a mess of whimpers, his cock almost fully hard once again.

When the other man removed his fingers, Michael cried out at the emptiness, wanting nothing more than to have something inside of him. “Patience,” the other Michael whispered, one of his hands reaching to squeeze and rub at Michael’s ears, while the other moved to his tail. Then he was pulling away completely, lubing up his own hard length.

The man pressed his lips to Michael’s as he began to press into him, slowly but surely filling him up. Michael thrashed at the sensation, his body still extremely sensitive, but still begging for release. He was whimpering almost nonstop, and the other Michael caressed his face softly when he was fully inside of him. “You remember the safe words? You’re okay?”

“Of course I fucking remember them,” Michael almost sobbed, wrapping his legs tightly around the other man’s waist and refusing to let go. “I don’t need them. Fucking go.”

Biting his own lip, the other Michael nodded, slowly pulling out before thrusting back in a bit harder than he had before. A choked groan escaped Michael’s lips, and he was struggling to breath. However, he managed a quiet, “Harder.”

Just the word was enough to cause his double to groan loudly, immediately beginning to increase the intensity of his movements. He began to thrust harder and faster, and Michael was practically screaming with every motion.

Massaging Michael’s ears with one hand, and hooking the other around his shoulders to allow himself to thrust harder, the other Michael began to pound into the man. One hit to his prostate was all it took for Michael to come for a second time, frantic cries and sobs escaping his lips from the unexpected pleasure washing over him.

The feeling of Michael clenching around him pushed his double over the edge as well, thrusting deep inside of him one last time before coming hard. When he had finished, Michael was panting heavily, his eyes closed, and body unmoving. Michael pulled out as gently as he could, but Michael still groaned lightly.

Then the other Michael was collapsing on the bed next to his boyfriend, smiling as he felt the other man’s tail wrap around his waist, beckoning him to move closer. He complied, resting his hand on Michael’s chest and beginning to draw patterns into the skin with his fingers.

“You’re alright?”

Michael sighed with satisfaction, smiling a bit. His face was stained with traces of tears, but he nodded. “Yes,” he said quietly. “I’m more than alright. That was amazing.”

His double made a contented noise, wrapping his arms around the man’s waist and pulling him that much closer. “You were amazing.” The two lay in silence for a few moments, but then Michael was shifting uncomfortably.

Looking up at him curiously, the other Michael lifted an eyebrow. “Wh-”

can you imagine michael trying to kiss michael's face like he kisses lindsay's

and they end up poking each other's eyes out and hollering at each other

MOGARCEST THOUGH WHERE DID THIS COME FROM ALL OF A SUDDEN I DIDN'T KNOW I NEEDED DOM MICHAEL FUCKING SUB MICHAEL SO BADLY BUT I DO

short hair michael carding his yaoi hands through long hair michael's curls

long hair michael admiring short hair michael's awkward spikes and scruffy sideburns

i wouldn't make it past that part of the porno

[SWEATS]

you draw it and i'll write it

"dude i didn't know my skin was so soft"

"whoa since when do i have freckles on my butt"