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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Be_More_Chill_-_Iconis/Tracz
  Relationship:
      Jeremy_Heere/Michael_Mell
  Character:
      Jeremy_Heere, Michael_Mell
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, every_kink_EXCEPT_the_daddy_kink_this_time, Hair_Pulling,
      Degradation, Praise_Kink, public_sex_kink, Coming_In_Pants, Coming
      Untouched, jeremy_uhhh_cums_4_times_sorry, sin_-_Freeform, A_lot_-
      Freeform, Fuck_Mountain_Dew_universe, Dirty_Talk, Blow_Jobs, Public_Blow
      Jobs, Face-Fucking, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Sebs_fault, Rough_Sex, Come
      Swallowing, Light_Bondage
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-24 Words: 7430
****** Kink City ******
by thesaltydragon, UnfortunatelySux
Summary
     Jeremy thinks it’s hot when Michael punches people.
Notes
     Blame seb
Michael let out a long breath as they entered Jeremy's house. “Well, that was a
lot.”
Jeremy nodded, a little numb. “That was beyond a lot, Michael.”
Michael closed the door behind them, wrapping an arm around Jeremy's shoulders
and pulling him into his side once they were alone. “You okay?”
“Uh huh,” Jeremy replied, leaning comfortably into Michael. “I think so.”
“Good,” Michael hummed. “A lot of things happened.” Even after they were fixed,
they still had to deal with the problems created by the SQUIPs.
Jeremy took in a deep breath of apprehension. “A-Actually, I still feel kinda
guilty.”
Michael grunted. “Jere,” he mumbled, slightly frustrated. “It's not your
fault.”
Jeremy stared as his feet. “Please don’t be mad at me,” he whispered. He
couldn’t help feeling at fault. He’d tried to see it from another point of
view, but it was difficult.
Michael tilted Jeremy's head up, forcing him to meet his gaze. “I'm not mad,
Miah. I'm sad. I hate when you feel bad.”
Jeremy’s eyes were wide and worried. “I’m sorry. I’ve done so many a-awful
things, Mikey. I can’t just forget.”
“I know, buddy. It's okay.” He was too emotionally drained to get into the
conversation much deeper right now, so he went quiet for a second. “I can't
believe I knocked Rich's body out with one punch. That was badass.”
Jeremy instantly looked down again. “Y-Yeah, that was cool.”
Michael's eyebrows furrowed. “What's wrong?”
“Huh? Nothing.”
Michael shot him a look. “Why did you look away?”
“I didn’t,” Jeremy lied.
Michael scoffed. “Jere.”
“Just– Nothing! That punch, it was badass, y’know? That’s it. It’s nothing.”
Michael frowned. “Did I scare you or something? If I scared you I promise I
won't do it again.”
Jeremy shook his head. “You definitely didn’t scare me.”
“Then what-" Michael paused. “Jeremy, did it turn you on?”
Jeremy sighed, a little ashamed. “Maybe.”
Michael's breath hitched slightly. “Is it weird that that turns me on?” He bit
his lip, a blush blooming on his cheeks.
Jeremy couldn’t help giggling a little. “How’s that turn you on, babe?”
Michael's lips quirked up at Jeremy's laugh. “I dunno,” he started lowly. “Just
like, the fact that me knocking someone out managed to get you hot. In public.
It turns me on.” His face was burning, but he didn't move to cover his face or
shy away.
“In public, huh? Not so vanilla, are you?” Jeremy smirked.
Michael scoffed, shooting Jeremy a look. “Alright, Mr. Kinklord, no need to rub
it in. Some of us aren't really aware of all of our particular kinks. I guess I
just discovered one, because holy shit the idea of fucking you in public really
turns me on.” He pulled Jeremy's body closer against his own.
Jeremy shuddered. “Hush, Mikey, my dad’s home,” he warned. Then, he lowered his
voice. “Fucking me, huh?”
Michael's eyes darkened slightly. “Mhm,” he hummed, voice quieter. “Fuck you so
that everyone can see whose you are.”
“Oh, god.” Jeremy shrank back into Michael. Suddenly, he forgot about his
guilt—like he said he couldn’t ever do. Guess this was an exception.
Michael's smirk widened. “What, exactly, turned you on today?”
“Y-You,” Jeremy whispered. “All intimidating and l-leaderlike. God, it was
hot.” He blinked. “B-But it wasn’t the right time. T-To say anything.”
Michael felt himself growl low in his throat. “You like it when I’m
intimidating, huh?” Michael straightened his back slightly, their height
difference becoming emphasized.
Jeremy squeaked. “M-Maybe.” He stared up at Michael expectantly.
Michael chuckled, his hands trailing down Jeremy's arms until he reached his
wrists, gripping them tight. “Interesting.” He hummed, dipping his head down so
that he could nip at Jeremy's jaw. His hold on Jeremy's wrists was almost
bruising.
Jeremy let out a strangled whine. The only thing keeping his hands from shaking
was Michael’s grip on his wrists. “M-Michael, my dad could h-hear us,” he
reiterated. “O-Or does that turn you on, huh?”
Michael shuddered. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Jesus. Who knew I was so possessive.”
He gulped, recomposing himself to reaffirm his confident stance. “Sounds like
it turns you on, Jere. Does it get you hot thinking about me making you come
apart so good you can't stop yourself? So much that you can't even keep quiet
when you know your dad is just in the other room?”
“I-I think you’re deflecting,” Jeremy deflected. His voice was soft and
breathy. Despite Michael’s intimidating position, he kept leaning into him,
craving his physical contact and warmth. He felt tingly.
“You answer, then I will,” Michael promised, gladly accepting Jeremy's weight
as he leaned into him.
Jeremy cleared his throat. “F-Fine. Yes, Micah.”
Michael tsked, squeezing one of Jeremy's wrists even tighter for a moment. That
was probably going to bruise, which Michael did feel guilty for. But it didn't
stop him from humming out, “You know you have to say more than just 'yes’.”
Jeremy whined, but desperately spoke again. “I-It gets me hot, Mikey. Wh-When
we could get c-caught.” Was that good enough? He didn’t trust his voice at the
moment.
Michael responded with a pleased hum, leaning down closer to Jeremy and
speaking lowly. “Yes. It does turn me on that he might hear us. That he might
find out exactly how hard I wreck his baby boy.” Michael felt himself blush
awkwardly. He never really was sure of himself when it came to this kind of
thing. It was mostly just trial and error.
Jeremy whimpered louder, biting it back at the last second. His eyes remained
closed. “I-I’m yours. T-Tonight, ple-please.” He needed this. His stress was
awfully overwhelming; he needed a break.
Michael grumbled softly, grimacing. “As absolutely crazy hot as this all is,
your dad really might hear us, you know. That might not be ideal. You know you
never can keep quiet for long.” Michael smirked, releasing one of Jeremy's
wrists to ghost a finger up his arm.
Jeremy shuddered, holding back another whine. “Y-You’re gonna l-leave me
hanging?”
Michael huffed, holding Jeremy close with an arm around his waist. He used the
arm that was still holding Jeremy's wrist, causing him to bend Jeremy's arm
behind his back in a way that wasn't necessarily painful, but just awkward
enough of an angle to be uncomfortable. “Do you have any suggestions?”
Jeremy tested his restraints—Michael’s grip—but was unable to make himself any
more comfortable. “O-Our backyard has a fence.” It wasn’t really a genuine
suggestion.
Michael almost choked. “Jesus fuck, Jeremy.” Michael finally relented, smashing
their lips together in a kiss that was instantly filled with desperate tongues
and teeth. Michael bit down on Jeremy's bottom lip, hard enough to be just this
side of painful without really hurting him. He growled out through his teeth as
he pulled away. “I want people to know you're mine.” They had discovered fairly
early on that Jeremy had a particular fondness for when Michael was a bit more
rough with him.
Jeremy was panting. “H-How are you gonna get that message across?” He
subconsciously shrunk down into himself slightly, making Michael seem even
bigger.
Michael's gaze was downright predatory at this point. “I’m going to fuck you
until you're nothing. Out in the open, where they can all see.” Michael had
never really been one for strange sexual experiences. Before Jeremy, Michael
was honestly content with a simple jack off to some boring porn and then he
would be fine for a couple days. And then, they started dating, and now here he
was, spouting filth to his best friend as they made out in the foyer of his
house. Worst of all, he actually was about two seconds away from just picking
Jeremy up and banging his brains out in the backyard.
Jeremy’s head was swimming. “A-Are you?” He mentally cursed his stammering. “Or
are you just going to say that?” Sure, they’d just been through a traumatizing
series of events with Jake and Rich, but dammit, Jeremy missed his usual
morning routine, and Michael sucking his damn fingers at lunch didn’t help how
uncomfortably horny he was getting. Punching Jake in Rich’s body was the icing
on the cake.
The challenge made Michael's eyes flare brightly In a single movement, he swept
Jeremy up into his arms, marching directly to the back door. He pushed it open,
determinedly shutting the door behind them and walking directly over to the
large tree in the middle of the yard. He dropped Jeremy onto the grass,
instantly throwing himself on top of him. He grabbed Jeremy's wrists again,
pinning them down in the grass harshly. “You don't believe me?”
It took Jeremy a while to answer. At first all that he could get out was a lot
of whimpering and hushed whines. He struggled against Michael’s hands, if only
to make his grip tighter on purpose, and rasped, “Prove me wrong.”
Michael crashed into him, dropping himself down on top of Jeremy completely,
pinning him with his entire weight. He forced Jeremy's lips apart with his
tongue, delving into it. His hands moved closer, pressing Jeremy's wrists into
the grass just above his own shoulders, pressing them down into the fabric of
his shirt.
Jeremy gasped, but allowed Michael to do it all. He kissed Michael with all he
had, trying to keep quiet. He bit down on Michael’s tongue.
Michael jolted, accidentally shifting the leg that had been crammed in between
Jeremy's, causing his thigh to rub into Jeremy roughly. The feeling alone was
enough to knock Michael's breath out of his chest. Michael retracted his
tongue, detaching himself from Jeremy's lips in favour of attacking his neck.
“M-Michael,” Jeremy whined desperately. The sun shone from behind his
boyfriend, making it hard to look up at him, but he braved the brightness
anyway. The lack of actually relieving friction was making him impatient. At
least the grass was soft and his dad had sprayed for bees last week.
Michael was breathing hard, his body felt fuzzy with arousal. He pulled away
from Jeremy's neck, having to pause for a minute to reel himself back in. His
sharp breaths hit Jeremy's neck from where he was hovering over it. Michael was
suddenly hit with a wave of worry that maybe he was getting too carried away
with all of this. After all, he hadn't exactly asked if this was what Jeremy
wanted. Not to mention earlier when he had been struggling against Michael's
grip on his wrists.
Michael finally moved, shifting his body to take some of his weight off of
Jeremy's smaller frame. He probably wasn't able to breathe very well with
Michael laying out on him like that. He pressed an innocently sweet kiss on
Jeremy's lips, a total 180 to what had taken place mere seconds ago. He pulled
away enough see Jeremy's face, giving him a crooked dopey smile. Michael took
the opportunity to carefully run his fingers through Jeremy's hair, smoothing
it down slightly. “Color?”
Jeremy’s expression changed from desperate to soft. He smiled as sweetly as
Michael’s kiss had been. “Green, Mikey,” he assured. Like the grass. He
remembered where they were, now. God, it was a little scary–how anyone could
hear them–but that’s what turned him on even more.
Michael nodded. “Good. Are you.. okay with this? Do you want to keep going?”
Michael was probably fucking up the mood a bit, but it was important that he
made sure Jeremy was comfortable.
Jeremy nodded innocently. “Mhm,” he hummed. “I trust you.” He really did. More
than he should.
Michael smiled, chuckling and pressing another quick kiss to Jeremy's lips.
“Okay but before we keep going, was I being too rough? I don't want to actually
hurt you.”
“Michael,” Jeremy whispered. “I don’t care. Ravish me. Do whatever you want.”
He definitely didn’t want Michael letting up on how rough he was being.
Michael snorted, rolling his eyes even as they began to darken once again. When
he looked back down at him, Michael's eyes were hooded as he pressed his body
back down onto Jeremy's once again, but still not quite putting his full weight
on the smaller boy.
“Oh?” Michael started, voice lowering. “Whatever I want, huh?” His lips curled
into a predatory smirk. “So if I wanted to, perhaps, do something like this,”
Michael shifted, one of his arms coming up to lay across Jeremy's shoulders.
Michael used his forearm to press Jeremy into the ground heavily.
Jeremy’s breathing instantly started up again, his innocent face disappearing.
He groaned loudly. “I-If you wanted to do something like that–“ he rasped
“–that’d be pretty f-fucking hot.”
Michael pressed harder at the sound of Jeremy's groan, leaning most of his
weight onto Jeremy as he propped himself heavily on his arm. “Who do you belong
to?” Michael asked, tone indicating he expected a specific answer.
Jeremy squealed. “You! Michael, I-I’m yours.” He was never good at knowing the
right answer to Michael’s questions. Usually he wasn’t specific enough.
Michael let out a low approving hum. “Good boy,” he praised. The praise kink
was yet another Jeremy Heere specialty of Michael's. Jeremy liked to be
praised, and Michael liked to praise him. It worked great. “You're mine.” He
bit the word out like it was heavy, falling from his lips sharply. “Mine to
claim.” Michael used his free hand to grab ahold of Jeremy's wrists once again,
crossing them over each other so that he could hold both in one hand, pressing
them into the grass about Jeremy's head. “You're like an animal,” he mused,
tone still strong and commanding. “So … compliant. Always so desperate for it.”
Jeremy nodded, his eyes closed. “I-I am,” he confirmed. The tone in Michael’s
voice alone was enough to push him to full desperation. He needed these pants
off now or else the pressure would surely kill him. But he didn’t want to do
anything without permission, and honestly, he didn’t want to ask for
permission. Michael should do with him what he pleased, no matter how intense
the warmth in the pit of his abdomen was becoming.
The corner of Michael's lips twitched up into a pleased smile. He huffed out a
breath that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh as his eyes trailed over
Jeremy's features, his expression one that somehow blended unsurprised with
just.. hungry. “My Jeremy would be willing to doanything to be allowed to get
off, wouldn't he.” Even though his words ended up sounding more like a
statement than a question, Michael waited for a response.
“A-Anything,” came Jeremy’s reply. He inadvertently tried to buck his hips into
Michael’s, but their positions just didn’t allow it.
Michael hummed approvingly. “You're so desperate already,” Michael drawled,
releasing his grip on Jeremy's wrists. He sat up, pushing his weight up using
the arm that was across Jeremy's shoulders. “Look at you,” Michael hummed,
settling back to sit on Jeremy's hips, straddling him with his knees. Michael
crossed his arms across his chest, looking down at him in a way that radiated
'I’m better than you’. “You could probably cum just from this, if I’d let you.”
Jeremy whimpered loudly until all the air was out of his lungs. He took another
breath and blinked, keeping his arms where Michael had them secured seconds
earlier. “W-Will you?” God, Michael looked hot like this. Superior.
Intimidating. Above him. Owning him.
Michael's lips twitched into a smirk. “Why should I?”
“I-I’ve been a-a good boy,” Jeremy tried, attempting to look as cute and
innocent as possible. As if that would sway Michael’s decision.
Michael didn't move, humming thoughtfully. “Yes, you have,” he agreed. “And I
suppose good boys do deserve to be rewarded..” he hummed softly again. “But,”
he leaned forward, meeting Jeremy's eyes with an intense gaze. “Even if you do
now, I’m not going to stop until I’m done.” That definitely wasn't true, if
Jeremy said stop at any point Michael would release him in an instant. But
Jeremy seemed to like him acting like this, so he kept going. “I’ll make you
cum again, and again, and again,” he promised, voice low and raspy. “Or, I
could make you wait. What do you think I should let you do?”
Michael shouldn’t have given Jeremy a choice. He was too deep in this mindset
to think for himself. He didn’t deserve to choose. He deserved to be used. But
he knew Michael wanted an answer. He decided if he came now, it would hurt less
when the feeling built up more in a minute. Michael would want that. He hated
seeing Jeremy in pain. Jeremy groaned for no reason. “L-Let me now,” he
pleaded. “P-Please, Micah.”
Michael was, honestly, really curious to know if Jeremy would actually be able
to nut just from Michael's dirty talk. He found the idea very appealing. The
only one who found the idea more appealing than Michael was probably his dick.
Michael leaned forward, dropping a hand to press down at the base of Jeremy's
throat, right on his collarbone and the vulnerable skin right above it. He
pressed down slightly harder, towering over him intimidatingly. He wouldn't
choke Jeremy, or cut off his airflow from where his hand was pressing into
Jeremy's throat, but the way he had him pinned harshly to the ground, a hand on
his chest and neck, gave off the same kind of superiority vibe as when a lion
downs a gazelle, biting at the back of its neck until it dies. “Cum for me,
then.”
Jeremy’s eyes couldn’t possibly be squeezed tighter shut. He let out his
loudest sound so far that night–an extremely obscene moan that he was sure his
neighbors, and dad, could probably hear. He dug his nails into his own palms.
He didn’t think he could do it, but Michael’s order combined with the
authoritative way he was being held down was somehow enough. He’d need to wash
these pants.
Michael's breathing was uneven as he watched with rapt attention, drinking in
every sound and image. Holy fucking shit. That was… incredibly hot. Michael
hadn't thought he would have that much of a control over Jeremy's pleasure, but
apparently he could literally talk Jeremy to an orgasm. Fuck. Michael watched
Jeremy ride out his high, looking so desperately broken that Michael had to
take a second to calm himself back down. Unfortunately, Michael didn't have
Jeremy's inhuman sexual stamina and libido, so Michael couldn't afford to let
loose just yet. He had plans for Jeremy, first.
Once Jeremy's body untensed and went slightly limp between his thighs, Michael
rocked his hips lightly. He didn't do anything too intense, knowing how
sensitive Jeremy always was right after. He still had his hand pressing into
the base of Jeremy’s throat, he had been able to feel the vibration from
Jeremy's moan, and he could still faintly feel the rapid heart beat of the boy
beneath him. Michael tsked slightly. “Your dad probably heard that.”
Jeremy was close to tears. He panted, his breathing already picking back up as
Michael rocked into him. What did his boyfriend have planned for him? More
importantly, he wondered when he’d be told to get these—now sticky—pants off
already. He spoke through his breaths. “Th-thank you, M-Mikey.” He had to
remember his place. He was inferior.
Michael softened but only slightly. “You good?”
Jeremy nodded, but then his eyes snapped open. “W-Wait, m-my dad?” He’d only
just caught on to what Michael had said. “Oh my god–” His panting turned more
into hyperventilating.
Michael shushed him gently, rocking his hips again to make sure he had his
attention. “Quiet. He won't be able to see us if he comes out.” Luckily, a
decently sized bush (which used to be neatly trimmed, but had long since lost
it's careful shape) hid them. Michael ran his free hand under Jeremy's shirt,
up his stomach and towards his chest. “He won't find out as long as you're
good. And you are going to keep being good, right?” Michael let his hand trace
all the way back down again, coming to tickle at the waistband of Jeremy's
jeans. Michael smirked. “If you do,” he started, eyes devious. “I’ll make you
cum three more times. Isn't that what you want?”
Jeremy shuddered, having calmed down. “Th-Three?” God, he wanted that so bad.
He’d do anything, and Michael knew it. He nodded desperately, already getting
worked up again. His stamina was something to be rivaled.
Michael smiled impishly, rocking his hips steadily as he felt Jeremy already
stirring again beneath him. “Mhm,” Michael hummed in confirmation. He held up a
finger, holding Jeremy's stare. “Once with my mouth,” he licked his lips,
holding up a second finger. “Once with my hands,” He dug his fingers into the
hollow of Jeremy's throat, holding up the third finger. “And once- with my
dick.” Michael ground his hips down hard into Jeremy's as he panted, hooded
eyes locked on to Jeremy's face for his reaction.
Jeremy’s eyes were wider than ever, the sun having gone down enough so that he
could comfortably look up at Michael. “F-Fuck,” he groaned. He wanted that so
bad. He wanted to come apart for Michael. In every way. He tried to grind
himself up into his boyfriend as well, but again, it didn’t work. He felt
Michael’s grip on his throat grow almost even harder, and so did he. He
couldn’t say anything other than fuck and a few more whimpers.
Michael finally had to pull his hand away from Jeremy's throat so that he could
properly get things going, but he watched the way the amount of pressure he had
had on Jeremy's collarbone left a pale imprint of his hand on the flushed skin,
and suddenly Michael realized that he was going to scream if his eyes weren't
on the rest of said rosey skin in the next minute. He wrapped his hands around
Jeremy's upper arms, tugging him until he sat up. Michael ripped his shirt off
of him in record time, yanking Jeremy closer harshly, slamming their chests
together with a muted thump. Michael tangled a hand in Jeremy's hair, using it
to pull his head back until Michael could easily kiss him.
Jeremy shivered as the cool air hit his chest, but kissed Michael with all the
passion he had. He hoped this was doing for Michael what it was doing for him.
If it kept on going this way, it just might be the hottest sex they’d have yet.
He finally moved his arms out of his own free will, putting his hands in
Michael’s hair as well, pulling it hard.
Michael mewled unabashedly, temporarily caught out of his act as he panted
hotly against Jeremy's lips. “Again,” he commanded, his own fingers winding
even tighter is Jeremy's hair.
Jeremy instantly pulled again, harder. He needed a better reaction. One that
would get Michael impatient and get to work already.
Michael breathed out a rather obscene moan as his head jerked back slightly. He
wasn't too incredibly loud, but definitely not muffled either. “Fuck,” Michael
swore. He pulled his hand out of Jeremy's hair, strong hands grabbing Jeremy's
shoulders and basically just shoving him, making him slam back down to the
ground. Michael may have been out of his mind with lust, but he still had ahold
of himself to be careful not to shove him too hard. He really didn't want
Jeremy to get a concussion before he had the chance to fuck him into the next
century.
Michael slid down Jeremy's hips– making sure to drag himself over a particular
area with a little more force than the rest– until he was shoving Jeremy's legs
apart, sitting back on his knees from where he was situated in between Jeremy's
thighs. Michael palmed at the tent in Jeremy jeans for only a second before he
was leaning forward, desperate hands fumbling with Jeremy's belt, yanking it
off with a single strong tug before moving to the button and zip. He had
Jeremy's pants undone in under thirty seconds, a speed he had acquired with
much practice. He didn't pull them down yet, however. Instead he paused,
looking up at Jeremy. “Hands,” he demanded, waiting.
Jeremy’s squeaking was put on hold as he held his hands out for Michael. He
knew Michael had said this time would be from his mouth—and jesus did he crave
that—but he felt like he might go at any second when Michael was relentlessly
palming him, working him up again. He was so desperate. He couldn’t remember a
time when he felt more needy.
Michael wasn't gentle when he grabbed Jeremy's hands, crossing them at the
wrist before plucking Jeremy's belt out of the grass beside them and easily
twining it around his skin, fastening it just slightly too tight. As soon as
that was done, Michael hooked his fingers into the band of Jeremy's jeans and
underwear, tugging them down to his thighs.
Jeremy hissed at the cold air, but groaned at the bondage. Michael really had
gotten to know him quite well since they’d started dating. He felt his hips try
to buck up yet again, though he knew he needed to wait for Michael to make his
own move.
Michael snapped his fingers at Jeremy to draw his attention. “Eyes on me, got
it? No closing them.” He kept eye contact even as his hand slipped down and
finally took Jeremy in his grasp.
Jeremy moaned immediately, trying desperately to keep the eye contact Michael
initiated. He needed to prove that he could do it–that he could obey. His eye
twitched, but he succeeded so far.
Michael, once he was sure Jeremy was following orders, figured that wasting
time with a bunch of foreplay was unnecessary at this point. So, instead, he
leaned down, holding himself up on his hands (well, hand. His other was a bit
preoccupied) and knees and took Jeremy into his mouth, instantly sinking down
about half way. He quickly flicked his eyes up to Jeremy's face to make sure he
was still watching.
He was, though it was awfully difficult. Jeremy kept his gaze on Michael, which
was somehow impossibly more arousing. He moaned loudly at the sight combined
with the feeling, involuntarily struggling against his restraints.
If Michael's mouth weren't otherwise engaged he might have laughed. There was
literally no possible way Jeremy's dad didn’t know what they were doing by now.
Michael wasn't worried, though, because he knew Mr. Heere, and Mr. Heere would
never, under any circumstances, willingly enter into a situation where he would
have to deal with his son’s sex life.
Jeremy whined loudly, a new whimper with every breath. He could only think
about Michael, and that was how he liked it. Only Michael mattered. A tear of
pleasure ran down his cheek, but he gave it no mind at all. It would be the
first of many.
Michael hollowed his cheeks, swirling his tongue with practiced skill. Michael
had once read somewhere that the head of a penis has the same amount of nerve
endings as the tip of your pointer finger. Therefore, the easiest way to get
good at blowjobs, was to practice with your hand. If you can make a finger feel
good, you can make a dick feel good. Michael had a lot of practice.
Jeremy knew Michael prided himself on how well he could give blowjobs. He’d
walked in on him practicing before, many times. His whimpers turned more into
squeaks, louder and more desperate as Michael worked him up yet again.
Michael couldn't help but groan, eyes blown out as he watched Jeremy. Michael
tapped Jeremy's hip, giving him permission to move his hips as much as he
liked. In order to encourage him, Michael sunk down farther on Jeremy’s dick,
sucking hard for about three seconds.
Jeremy instantly moaned wantonly, bucking his hips up hard into Michael. He
didn’t know how his boyfriend never choked. Gag reflex much? He tried to quiet
himself, but Michael’s teeth must have done something, because that was when
Jeremy screamed.
Shit, Michael liked that. A lot. He reached out, grabbing Jeremy's bound hands
and guiding them to his hair. He swallowed around him, humming softly.
Jeremy squealed, pulling any and all hair he found in his grasp. It hadn’t been
long, but he knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Michael allowed Jeremy to continue bucking up into him, opening up his throat
as best he could. Michael could tell Jeremy was close, so he locked eyes him
him before moaning around him, and then he did what he had earlier, sucking
hard. Probably a little harder than necessary.
Jeremy tried to keep looking at Michael like he’d been told, but he wasn’t sure
if he succeeded. He was blinded by pleasure once again, the vibration of
Michael’s voice around him sending him over the edge, and the return of that
godsent thing Michael did twice now just facilitated his climax. He felt a
little bad for not pulling out first.
Michael had no choice but to swallow, not that he cared. He was too busy trying
not to cum from the image of Jeremy alone. He didn't pull off until Jeremy was
done, and then he crawled back up his body until he was hovering above him once
more.
More tears fell down Jeremy’s cheeks. He panted as he had the first time. “Y-
You didn’t h-have to swallow, Mikey,” he stuttered. He didn’t want Michael
doing things he’d be uncomfortable with.
Michael hummed, wiping at the tears with his thumb. “If I didn't want to, I
wouldn't have.” He hadn't really had an option, but he didn't mind, either.
Michael's voice was raspy, crackly from the abuse on his throat. He didn't care
about that, either. He still had more to do. His eyes hardened slightly as he
shifted, bringing one of his knees up and folding it under him so that he was
half sitting on top of Jeremy, pining him to the ground. “Color?”
Jeremy gulped. “Y-Yellow,” he said quietly. “Just gimmie a minute.” He focused
on his breathing. He also focused on Michael—the dim light of dusk over the
shrubbery made him look absolutely adorable. Though, at the moment, Jeremy’s
mind skipped the cute stage and jumped right to sexy as fuck. He couldn’t help
it. Once he grounded himself, his high successfully ridden out, he cleared his
throat. “G-Green, now,” he assured.
Michael smiled at him, shaking his head slightly. “I don't knowhow you do it,
Jere. You have the ability to orgasm multiple times like a woman. It's like a
horny super power.” Michael snorted, temporarily lightening the mood to give
Jeremy a little more time to recover. He wanted to be sure Jeremy was good
before continuing.
Jeremy let out a little laugh. “You’re not complaining, are you?” He realized
according to Michael’s plan, they were only halfway through, and Michael hadn’t
gotten off at all. “H-How are you doing?” Jeremy asked.
Michael felt himself flush as his attention was once again drawn back to the
ungodly straining in his pants. “I’ll be fine,” he hummed, “More importantly,
we don't have any lube out here.” Michael grimaced at the realization, unsure
how to proceed.
Jeremy groaned. “Mikey, it was your turn to get the stuff,” he complained.
Would it even be possible to go inside at this point? He didn’t know what his
dad was up to, or if he’d say anything.
Michael scoffed, pouting slightly. “How was I supposed to know I would need to
have it on my body at all times?! I wasn't really expecting a midday fuck in
your backyard, weirdly enough. Definitely not complaining, though.”
“Six pm is not midday, Michael. And you should keep it with you all the time if
you’re gonna be punching people!” Jeremy sighed. “I read something once where
guys could create their own lube.”
Michael laughed, reaching down to pinch Jeremy's side. “Alpha/Omega smut fics
are the weirdest kind, Jeremy.” Michael snorted, running his fingers over the
skin he had pinched soothingly. “I mean, could you imagine if I got you
pregnant? Weird.”
Jeremy squirmed underneath Michael. “I dunno, it’s kinda hot.” He paused. “N-
Not the pregnant part. The rest. Jesus.” He blinked himself out of imagining
being pregnant. He did not want to think about that. “Y’know, the way they
always describe the smells? And I wouldn’t mind being hopelessly aroused for a
few days straight every month. I already am,” he joked.
Michael shrugged. “You're hopelessly aroused every day, Jerm.” Michael started
pressing down with his knee that was on Jeremy's chest, trying to get things
going again. “Anyway, we’ll just have to make do without lube.” Michael brought
his fingers up to Jeremy's lips as his confident aura radiated from him once
again. “Open,” he commanded firmly.
Jeremy’s joking expression changed back into his prior one. He gulped, but
opened his mouth anyway. He kept his eye contact with Michael, making sure his
own eyes looked as innocent as possible.
Michael's breathing turned shallow as he coaxed three of his fingers into
Jeremy's mouth, pressing down on his tongue slightly. “Suck.”
Jeremy immediately closed his lips around Michael’s fingers, trying to coat
them as best he could as he went to work sucking lightly on them. It was enough
to get him feeling hot again. It really didn’t take much, especially when it
was Michael.
Michael's lips parted slightly as he panted, using his free hand to reach down
and start trying to coax Jeremy back to hardness with light strokes.
Jeremy sucked on Michael’s fingers like it would bring world peace. He groaned
a little around them as Michael worked him back up for the third time. He tried
to reach up for Michael’s hair again despite the belt around his wrists.
Michael couldn't stop himself from moaning, his hips reflexively snapping down
towards Jeremy's, sandwiching his hand between them. “Fuck, shit, Jeremy.”
Jeremy whined, the friction enough to push another tear from his eye. He worked
even harder on Michael’s fingers, knowing they couldn’t get any wetter than
they already were. That wasn’t the point.
Michael ripped his fingers out of Jeremy's mouth with a wet pop, leaning down
to quickly replace them with his tongue. Michael knew that his self control was
quickly running out, so he got to it, slipping his hand between Jeremy's legs
to carefully slip a finger in.
Jeremy squealed at the two front stimulation. His mouth worked subconsciously
to kiss Michael hard and rough, while his hips tried to move down onto
Michael’s finger.
Michael growled into the kiss, pulling away a few inches. “You like the idea of
an alpha, huh?” He crooked his finger as he stretched him, his other hand
releasing him to instead wrap his fingers around Jeremy's upper arm, gripping
tightly. “Tell me what you imagine.”
Jeremy moaned, but managed to speak, his voice nearly giving out. “G-God,
Micah. Y-You, completely dominating me, m-marking me so everyone knows I’m
yours. B-Being unable to resist th-the hormones turning you on. K-Knowing
you’re s-superior–” A moan cut him off.
Michael added a second finger, searching out Jeremy's prostate. “Keep talking,”
he commanded, eyes fierce.
Jeremy whined pathetically as Michael barely missed his target. “F-Fuck, y-
you’re just so much better than me, y-you know? You’re so hot, Mikey. I-I’ll
always belong to you.” He was trying to recreate lines he’d heard in porn, but
he was sure he was doing it wrong.
Michael watched Jeremy intently as he continued seeking out Jeremy's sweet
spot. His fingers dug into the skin of Jeremy's arm roughly. Jeremy's words
were good, but still not quite what Michael was looking for. Although, what he
was looking for he still wasn't sure of himself. He tried again, voice strong.
“Tell me what I do to you.”
Jeremy took a moment to catch his breath after a particularly long moan. “Y-You
turn me on,” he tried, not sure what Michael wanted from him. “You make me feel
so fucking perfect. F-Fuck, you fill me up so good. You m-make me want to beg
for you, e-every day.” It was all just nonsense at this point.
Michael groaned softly, scissoring his fingers before adding the third. “Fuck,
Jeremy, keep talking.”
Jeremy bit back a wanton moan in favor of speaking instead. His nonsensical
rambling seemed to be doing the trick for Michael, no matter how unconfident
Jeremy was in it. “I-I want you to treat me like the-the whore that I am.” He
didn’t know where that had come from, but oh well. “I-I’m yours.”
Michael gulped, crooking his fingers as he began to move them. “You're always
such a slut for me, Jeremy, look at you. Already came twice and still you want
more. Never satisfied.” Michael wasn't sure what he was saying either, but he
hoped it would coax more out of Jeremy. “Only for me, you're my slut, aren't
you?” Michael did have the decency to be mildly embarrassed by what he was
saying, but he didn't let up.
Jeremy whined, pushing himself impossibly further onto Michael’s fingers. He
nodded vigorously. “God– Shit, Micah, I’m your s-slut.” It was all getting to
him. Again. He just needed one more push in the right direction and he’d be
gone for the third time. He craved it.
Michael angled his fingers until he knew he was hitting Jeremy's prostate,
rubbing it relentlessly and he released Jeremy's arm, instead moving down to
stroke him quickly. “Cum for me, bitch.”
A choked moan came from Jeremy as his eyes squeezed shut, a new batch of
pleasure-fueled tears escaping. He felt himself grow tense, and then, all at
once, it all let go. Michael had done it again. The neighbors definitely had to
know what was going on. Jeremy was not quiet.
Michael stilled, allowing Jeremy to ride out his high without being pushed to
overstimulation. Michael could feel himself practically shaking at this point,
everything in him wound tight. He gave Jeremy a minute to come back down,
consciously having to keep himself still. “C-Color?” Michael knew Jeremy had
already agreed, and that he had seemed very delighted at the prospect of
orgasming that many times, but Michael knew that doing so much in such quick
succession was probably going to take a bit of a toll on Jeremy's body, and he
didn't want to force him to take more than he could handle.
It took Jeremy significantly longer to answer this time. “Green,” he whispered.
He felt weak, but in a fulfilled way. He knew it would be worth it. He needed
to complete the plan—he wanted to. Michael deserved it. He smiled weakly. “I-
I want you to finish this.” If he had the energy to move his arms, and if they
weren’t restrained, he’d have put his hand softly on Michael’s cheek.
Michael nodded, retracting his fingers and fumbling for the button of his
jeans. He managed to get them undone, shoving them and his boxers down with a
hiss as he was exposed finally. He paused. No lube. His eyes drifted down to
his fingers that were covered in Jeremy's jizz. Gonna have to make do, he
decided, bringing his fingers down to wrap around himself. His breath left him
like a punch to the stomach as he whimpered pitifully, coating himself in the
sticky fluid. This was, by far, one of the dirtiest things they had ever done.
Jeremy watched in a mixture of emotions. Finally, he took a breath. “M-Michael,
I could have just u-used my mouth,” he said, still staring down at what Michael
was doing. Sure, it was unbelievably hot, but incredibly dirty. Was Michael
even okay with this?
Michael had to take a minute to catch his breath, shaking with the amount of
restraint he had to use to not just fuck his own hand. “T-This is what you wa-
wanted, right? Make your own lube. L-Like you're a-” he cut off with a gasp at
a particularly good movement, falling forward to hold himself up with a shaky
arm on Jeremy's chest.
Jeremy moaned inadvertently at how Michael reacted to his own hand. He knew his
boyfriend needed relief as soon as possible. And, deep down, he was touched
that Michael remembered his nonsense fantasy. He cleared his throat and kissed
whatever skin he was closest to. “Fuck me, Micah.”
Michael instantly pushed Jeremy's pants the rest of the way off, grabbing his
knees and pushing them up none too gently. He lined himself up, biting back
what was basically a shout as he pushed in. “Fuck, shit, Jesus Christ, Jeremy,”
he breathed, eyes almost rolling back into his head. He stilled himself again,
palming at Jeremy dick to get it up for the fourth time.
Jeremy all but screamed again as Michael finally filled him up the right way.
He didn’t think it was possible for him to get hard again, but apparently it
was very possible. He was just glad Michael was finally getting the relief he
deserved. He gave himself a moment before trying to move as he had done with
Michael’s fingers.
Michael grunted slightly, pulling out almost all the way before snapping his
hips forward as hard as he could. “I'm going to fuck you until you're nothing,”
he repeated what he had said when everything was just getting started, unsure
exactly what he meant but feeling it to be true all the same.
Jeremy shouted Michael’s name, back to panting. “P-Please,” he begged. He
wanted it more than anything, whatever it meant.
Michael growled, the last of his self control snapping. He grabbed Jeremy's
knees pushing them even farther up and apart as he set a hard pace, slamming
into Jeremy relentlessly.
Jeremy was worked back into tears. Michael had never felt better inside him
than he did now. He moved half an inch, making it so his prostate was
guaranteed to be hit with each thrust.
Michael leaned down to bite at Jeremy's neck, latching onto him in a way that
was slightly painful. Their sex had never been as… animalistic as this before.
It was enough to have Michael seeing stars with every movement. He definitely
wasn't going to last.
Jeremy let his body go limp, relying on Michael to do the work. He felt Michael
twitch inside him, knowing they’d both be done soon. He didn’t bother holding
back any of his noises. If his father hadn’t heard them before, he wouldn’t
now.
Michael started grinding into Jeremy's prostate on each thrust, determined to
fulfill his promise before letting himself go. He was getting desperate, at
this point.
“I-I’m cl–” Jeremy wasn’t close. Because then, it happened. For the fourth
time. He was a weak, whimpering mess.
Michael almost instantly followed suit, taking him by surprise. It slammed into
him like a bus, so suddenly and intensely that he felt his body lock up,
falling forward into Jeremy as he went so light headed he briefly worried he
might pass out. His head spun with the rush of euphoria. “F-Fuck.”
Jeremy gasped at the feeling of Michael’s climax, but didn’t mind it. He was
glad Michael got what he wanted. “Sh-Shit, Mikey.”
Michael had to take a minute before he finally started coming down, instantly
going limp. He released Jeremy from where he had been biting down, wincing
slightly at the mark left behind. “Jesus. Are you okay?”
Jeremy didn’t have the energy to nod. “Mhm,” he hummed instead, in total bliss.
He kept his eyes closed and his head against the grass.
Michael extracted himself from Jeremy pulling his pants back up and fastening
them tiredly. He undid the belt around Jeremy's wrists, dropping it to the
side. Not wanting to have to take the time to redress Jeremy, he pulled off his
jacket, slipping it onto the other boy. He shakily got to his feet, lifting
Jeremy with him. “Bath,” he sighed, incredibly tired, but knowing they would
feel disgusting otherwise.
Jeremy weakly snuggled up to Michael’s chest. “Wh-What about my dad?” He really
didn’t want to have to explain this. But he also really did want a bath.
Michael shrugged. “I'm not saying anything if we see him. We can deal with
embarrassment tomorrow.” He made his way inside, carrying Jeremy up the stairs.
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