#prichael

"I didn't like the way he was looking at you." Michael scoffs as he takes off my purple coat while looking at me from the mirror, "Who is it now? And what are you talking about?" "That Mickey Mouse costume shit." The coat fell on the floor, he's loosening the tie still behind me. Michael smiles that big beautiful smile of his, "You're kidding, right?" He kisses me on the cheek and my body begins to heat up. "So serious..." I try to think of some more bullshit to heat up this argument. "And... That rose..." He begins to unbutton my shirt slowly, biting his lips now, "What about that rose?" "I don't know I think that was an invitation..." Michael laughs, the mirror is all fogged up from the shower running I couldn't see his face anymore. He still had four more buttons to unbutton. I felt his lips pressed against my neck, I slowly lay my head against his chest. His right hand is on my chest. He begins to caress my torso, "An invitation... Hmm?" Michael spins me around and instead of unbuttoning the buttons he pops them open as he rips the shirt. "Prince you know I'm all yours, and only yours." He places his hands against my face and begins to kiss me. I kiss back of course, I wanted this. Hot, steamy sex. He begins to kiss my neck, then he makes his way down my chest, then my stomach and pauses. He gets up and unbuckles my belt gives me a wink and whispers, "Get yo ass in the shower. I'm going downstairs to eat the rest of my KFC." I feel my face redden, "You fucking tease!" I yell at him as he disappears from the bathroom.