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pastelwitchling · 21 hours

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Ok, based on Tyler's sexy as hell Instagram video, how about Alex eating a lollipop in front of Michael and Michael is losing his absolute mind with hornyness. 😁

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“You bitch,” Michael groaned.

“Hm?” Alex blinked, the red lollipop in his mouth pushing against his lips. He was wearing one of Michael’s white shirts, the clouds outside the passenger-side window floating by behind him and silhouetting him, and his lips looked all kiss-swollen from the red of the lollipop, and Michael swore he looked like some kind of oil painting from all of his sexual fantasies brought to life. All that was missing was him wearing Michael’s Stetson –

“Oh!” Alex picked up Michael’s cowboy hat lying upside down between them. “Can I wear this? The sun’s getting in my eyes.”

Michael tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He was going to die. “I hate you so much.”

“Hm?” Alex looked up innocently past the brim of the hat, his wedding ring glinting on his finger. “What was that?”

“You know what you’re doing.”

Alex tilted his head. “You know, you’ve been clenching your jaw since we stopped at the gas station. What’s going on?”

Since we stopped at the gas station. Since Alex had perused the shelves and his eyes had lit up at the sight of the cherry-flavored lollipops, and Michael, wanting to spoil his baby, got him a whole bag of it. He was such a dumbass.

“Nothing,” he grunted. “I’m fine.”

Alex hummed, and Michael thought that would be the end of it, but then Alex’s chest was against his arm, and he was draped against his side, his chin on Michael’s shoulder.

“Talk to me, baby,” he said in that low, gravelly voice that sent shivers down Michael’s spine.

Michael jerked the car, and immediately righted their course. Alex had clutched his arm to keep for bashing into the door, his eyes wide.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Michael gasped, wrapping his arm around Alex’s waist to check him for injuries. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said slowly, his amusement gone. “Uh, park over there.” He pointed at a spot on the side of the road directly beneath a large billboard sign where they would be shaded from the sun, and Michael did as he was told. Alex turned to face him, his left leg folded underneath him, before the truck had even stopped. “What’s going on? Did someone bother you at the gas station or something?” His eyes narrowed, and his voice darkened. “I’ll take care of it, just tell me who it was.”

Michael was so startled at the sheer protectiveness in Alex’s voice, the promise to go tear apart anyone who might’ve upset him, that he started to chuckle, which turned quickly into a laugh. Alex looked stunned, but before he could say anything else, Michael caught him behind his knee and yanked him closer.

Alex gasped, but Michael was already bringing his Stetson down to pillow his head. Michael was the only person in the world that Alex put his guard down for, so only he could ever startle him like this. The power went straight to his head, and he covered Alex’s hand on his lollipop with his own, bringing the sucker to his husband’s mouth.

“I’ve been watching you tonguing this thing for the past twenty minutes,” he said quietly, hovering over him. With his other hand, he bunched up the front of Alex’s chest and groaned at the feel of his chest hair. “You’re wearing my clothes . . . your hair looks like I just ran my hands through it,” he pinched one of Alex’s nipples, and Alex gasped, bucking his hips against Michael’s. Michael chuckled breathlessly. “You’re so gorgeous that I wanted to take you in the bathroom at the station, but the locks were broken and I wouldn’t let anyone but me see you with your clothes off.”

“Michael –”

“So I’ve been driving around,” he growled, undoing the zipper on Alex’s jeans and hooking his fingers around his waistband, “hard and dying to taste you,” he grinded his hips down against Alex’s, and let his mouth hover over Alex’s as he moaned.

“I didn’t know –” Alex breathed, pleading. “I – I didn’t know –”

Michael grinded his hips down again, and Alex cut off with another moan. Michael sank the lollipop into Alex’s mouth, down his throat, until he was gagging around it, then brought it up to his own mouth and groaned around the taste. He kept it in his mouth as he yanked down Alex’s jeans, then his own, then brought the candy down to his own cock.

“It’s okay, baby,” Michael grinned wickedly against Alex’s mouth. “I’ll just give you something else to suck on.”

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I did wonder if anyone would submit a prompt about this 😂 Tyler definitely knows his own power.

Happy malex Monday ❤️

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