michael tolliver

hi! i’m melli, 28 and i’ve been on this hellsite since 2012. i’ve got a bunch of blogs and i’m not good at balancing them, but i love all my children so i will be here and there and everywhere whenever i feel like it. :3 

when netflix recommended tales of the city, i didn’t know about the old show, i watched it and fell for michael. even if you don’t know the show, i am quite certain that if you give us a shot, you’ll feel the same way soon. ;) you don’t really need to know much more than what’s in his bio.

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Peter smiled at the man’s reaction, he knew Michael was on edge already and decided not to torture him any longer. So he sat for a second on the sofa to take his pants off, then moved off the sofa to kneel on the floor in between the omega’s legs, and pass a hand between his buttcheeks to colect some of his slick to spread it around his cock. Once he felt he was ready, he he positioned himself and began to slowly push in mindful of the other’s pain. Michael was warm and tight, inviting. It had been a while since he fucked someone and it felt so nice he had trouble controlling himself but he did. 

Once fully sheeted he moved forward placing his arms besides the man and look at him as he waited for the omega to adjust to his girth. He was gorgeous. All sweaty, mouth open in pleasure, strong muscles all over his body, addictive smell, and taste. He moved a hand resting his weight on the other one and stroke his face, moving his fingers downwards to tease his nipples. In this position it would be hard to suck on them since they were on a coffee table but his fingers were always up to the task. “You’re taking me so nicely, you’re so hot around me,” he whispered in a very husky voice as he began moving away. 

Once onyl the tip was inside he began moving back in a little bit faster groaning at the feeling. “Fuck, he cursed not closing his eyes for a second. Michael was too gorgeous of a sight to miss a moment of it. 

michael was wet enough for both of them, the omega inside going mad with the alpha so close. he wasn’t in heat - thankfully, or this would be quite embarrassing. then again, he wouldn’t be out during heats. most people wouldn’t know, but he would be miserable & preferred to ride it out alone at home. ben had been good at dealing with him. he didn’t need the heat to be slick apparently, though - peter was good at this, really. watching him was mesmerizing, he licked his lips as he watched peter slick himself up in careful preparation. “wait... uhhh, wait. my jeans, back pocket. we gotta. i gotta.” he had a responsibility & michael wouldn’t bestow his fate on anybody else.

good work had been done in stretching him, so the real deal was an adjustment, but nothing michael couldn’t handle. it was slow, but oh so filling. michael’s head fell back (halfway) on the table with a soft moan sounding. god, yes. random hook-ups were always a gamble, some guys were ..decent, some were unfortunate down their pants & some didn’t know how to operate their tool properly. michael had seen it all, but rarely did he feel this content - like peter was made just to fill him up. “fuck, so full.” he was fine with a little burn, a tight stretch didn’t bother him. 

One strong hand traveled down Michael’s thigh as the owner of said hand thrusted slowly but deeply looking to prolong the moment and entice more sounds out of the other. Their mix scents filled the room and it was all Peter could focus on. The dim light added to the atmosphere, made it feel romantic even. His other hand held Michael’s shoulder and he would, from time to time, squeeze as pleasure waved through his body doing his best to kept the pace and not move faster. Just as he was about to be rewarded for his patience, Michael’s sound was cut off by a knocking at the door. Peter growled low and frustrated. Did their interloper knew how hard was to entice sounds out of Michael? Surely not or they wouldn’t be knocking right now. 

“Don’t go,” he told Michael but the older male hushed words at him before untangling himself from Peter. He just laid on his back with frustration but he didn’t made a comment and let Michael go answer the door. He allowed himself to eavesdrop on them. 

“I figured. You weren’t at work so I came looking for you here. I can help you if you want,” this Ben guy had replied. “These are for you,” he added and Peter could hear the man moving something towards Michael. “I know the way we ended things a months ago was…terrible and I wanted to apologize. Maybe over dinner?” 

Peter decided to get up and made his way to the bedroom’s door standing there looking at Michael’s naked back. Out here, he could smell better and easier. Flowers. Ben had brought flowers as he had suspected. he had half a mind to gather his clothing and leave. It was clear this guy and Michael had something in the past, a very recent past, but leaving would mean losing Michael and Peter didn’t like to lose, specially when it came to people that were worth fighting for. So he moved forward instead and slid an arm around the older male’s waist. His hardon was very well pressed against the other’s ass and he had half a mind to lower his pants and push right in but he didn’t want Michael to feel more uncomfortable than what he knew he would. 

“He has company,” Peter said popping his head over Michael’s shoulder. “And he’s mine,” he quickly added moving his mouth to kiss the other’s neck. 

seeing ben brought back memories michael had parked deliberately in the deepest depths of his mind, the humiliation & the pain ben had left him with at that wedding - not even in the safety of his own four walls… he couldn’t go through that again, he just… it still hurt so much. just seeing his face, his goofy smile. michael felt himself slither downhill fast, unable to stop images from flooding his mind. he had a lot he wanted to say, so many things he’d wanted to throw at ben for breaking his heart, but he couldn’t. “i’m on break, yeah. you um… thanks.” flowers were accepted, held against his chest but he moved slowly, like his body was trying to catch up with his mind & failing miserably. they smelled nice, ben understood early on how important his work & plants were to michael. *we ended things? you mean how you broke my heart & tossed me aside when you were done?*

he didn’t know what this was with peter, the handsome stranger, but … did he want to throw away what he had with ben for this? maybe the guy didn’t even want him for more than sex? was he alright being a sex friend again? was he okay without love? what if peter had someone else & here he was, sending the love of his life away? could he even know? ben broke his heart & it took him a month to realize. silence dragged on between them for only a minute, but it felt like an eternity to michael. he didn’t hear peter walk up to him despite him being barefoot, but he felt him against his back soon enough & that… it brought him back into the now. “maybe. i-i don’t know yet. we —“ peter cut him off & for the first time in a long time he felt grateful that he was weak when it came to handsome strangers.

meanwhile outside, ben stared at the newest addition to an assumed private conversation, his eyes zoned in on the stranger, but he knew he’d lost this round. there was only little he could do right now, but the *he’s mine* stung & it showed even though he tried to appear calm, collected & unaffected. “sure, okay. i miss you. talk soon.”

nonnie sent a devilish ask: **Knock knock knock** Ben knocked on Michael's door holding flowers not knowing Michael was with another man at the time.

sweat pooled in the small of his back, skin glistened in the dim light. it was late afternoon, so the lights were off as the thin curtains lit the room enough .. to have some fun in the bedroom. open door to the kitchen, as michael knew shawna & the others usually knocked before entering - yet he knew they were busy today, so when there was a knock on the door, the sound he was about to make cut off instantly. his head collapsed face-first into the mattress & he tried very hard to catch his breath. “fuck.” 

there went that fist again. knock knock knock. 

who could it be? who was expecting him to be home at this time & not at work? “damnit, fuck. just .. just a second. i’ll uh.. i’m gonna be right back.” words hushed, a secret between him & his ... company. even as michael tried to untangle himself to get up, the door once again called his name. 

knock knock knock.