Pairing: Michael Jackson x Unknown!Male OC
Summary: Michael can't stand being away from his Daddy for too long. Naturally he gets ansty, moody, and unable to focus. He doesn't need some after-party to celebrate his big win tonight. He needs his daddy's love.
Tags: 18+(MDNI), Sub!Michael, Dom!Male!Oc, Slight Brat!Michael, Slight Brat-Taming, Daddy kink, Implied age gap, Fluff and Comfort, Finger Sucking, Slightly erotic
A/N: This was actually gonna be The Jacksons era Michael, but I changed my mind.
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The moment Michael had nestled his head into the lap below him, it was like a heavy weight had been lifted off of his chest. The lightness which followed was freeing; it felt like being a bird that, after weeks of being caged, was finally able to roam the sky to its heart's content.
The warmth of his Daddy's skin seeped through the fabric of his trousers and into Michael's own cooler temperature, until they both shared the same body heat. Daddy's hand combed through his curls, and his lengthy lashes fluttered, fanning light shadows on his face that was now bathed in the dim amber light of the room.
He felt his own lips curl upward subconsciously into a contented smile as Daddy's hand continued its motions.
Only then did his muscles unclench, his body going lax as he shifted to rest his gloved hand on the older man's strong legs.
"Daddy?" His voice came out in soft, breathy calling.
"Yes, angel?" That deep, rumbling voice responded, smooth as velvet and as rich as hot chocolate. Michael instinctively nestled in even closer at the comforting sound of his Daddy speaking.
"... Nothing," Michael sighed, eliciting a surprised chuckle out of the older man.
"Then why did you call me, baby?" Daddy humored.
"Just wanted to." Michael replied, somewhat flippant. Daddy's hand tightened imperceptively around his curls in subtle warning, which made the noiret's breath catch. The touch went straight to his crotch, his cock already twitching to life, and before he could stop it, a faint moan slipped free. He loved it when his Daddy kept him in check, however little his transgression were.
Daddy chuckled again at his boy's barely concealed arousal. "Really?" He didn't need to elaborate, they both knew what he was getting at.
A brief quietness fell over the two again, and the other man continued to card through Michael's raven locks, while the young man leaned into his touch without hesitation.
"Daddy?" Michael called again, words slightly muffled.
Michael giggled through his following response. "Nothingggg..."
"Haha!" Michael interrupted with a higher squeal of laughter. He scrambled up and back onto Daddy's lap, this time with his ass pressing down on those strong thighs. His hands found purchase in the shirt that stretched over the older man's broad shoulders. "Hehe..."
"You play too damn much," Daddy muttered, his handsome face softening into something simultaneously annoyed and fond.
"That's cause I wanna play with you, Daddy," Michael countered mischievously, "None of the other daddies wanna play with me."
"There aren't any other daddies," the older man scoffs, his thick fingers pressing into the younger man's hipbones.
"Exactly!" Michael's eyebrows raised high as if he just made a profound point of some kind. "...Just want you to play with me... you alone.." he mumbled, eyes zeroing in on his Daddy's lips as he leaned in.
One kiss became two... then three... then... more. The gentle, wet sounds of their lips meeting filled the quiet space, his Daddy's hands guided his hips until the supple mass of his ass was pressed right up against the other man's half-hard, clothed dick. Michael let out a high-pitched whine around the tongue in his mouth. "Daddy...!"
"Be quiet," Came Daddy's quiet command. "You want your reward tonight, you hush. Understood?"
"Yes daddy," Michael breathed in such a needy tone of voice.
"Open." Daddy's index and middle finger pressed against his plump lips, which obediently fell open, wrapping around the two fingers eagerly.
The older man's eyes had now gone cloudy with a hint of lust as he wordlessly watched his boy suckle his two fingers. For a second, Michael imagined his Daddy's cock instead of his fingers, and his eyes fluttered shut again at the delicious thought as his cock gave another little twitch.
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