Malex smut.
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Michael smiled against the crook of Alex’s neck as his husband writhed beneath him, Michael buried to the hilt inside him.
“M-Michael,” he stammered, breathless and red as Michael squirmed enough that the head of his cock brushed Alex’s prostate, but he didn’t move. He didn’t thrust or pound Alex into the bed, he just stayed buried, brushing Alex’s sweet spot as his husband turned damp beneath him, his back arched, his nails carving into Michael’s biceps.
“You’re so gorgeous like this,” Michael breathed, nuzzling Alex’s jaw, his chin, his cheek. “Naked and sweaty and mine.”
“Michael –”
“Spread your legs more.”
Alex bit his lower lip, but complied, pushing his legs further apart.
Michael kissed his ear and in a voice like gravel, said, “Good boy.” Alex shivered against him, whimpering as he hugged his shoulders, clinging to him.
Michael couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He couldn’t believe that he alone got to have Alex like this; vulnerable and wanting and pleading.
Squirming again, Michael gave him the barest of thrusts, and Alex gasped, arching his back, eager for whatever Michael would give him.
Michael caught his face in one hand. He bit Alex’s lower lip and tugged, then licked the bite mark. “Who do you belong to?”
Alex looked like he was struggling to breathe. Michael loved it. “You.”
Michael rewarded him with another thrust, long and deeper and harder. “Who do you worship?”
“You.”
Another thrust.
Michael chuckled breathlessly against his jaw, inhaling the smell of his sweat as Alex moaned.
“You feel so good,” Michael huffed, his heart hammering. “I’m not gonna last long like this.”
Alex whimpered. “Please.”
Michael admired Alex’s stubble against his fingers, the flush of Alex’s cheeks, the unshed tears in his eyes as pleasure overtook every single one of his senses. He was safe here, and he knew he was safe here. That was Michael’s favorite part. How vulnerable Alex was only in Michael’s arms because he knew Michael would destroy the world before he let it hurt a hair on Alex’s head.
“Tell me you love me,” Michael huffed against his ear.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Alex breathed, “More than anything.”
Michael’s heart hammered for a completely different reason at the promise in Alex’s voice, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He drew back and thrusted into Alex with a loud slap. It took two more thrusts before they were both coming harder than they had in days.
As they lay panting afterwards, Michael’s body halfway on top of Alex’s as their chests heaved, Alex ran his hands up and down Michael’s back, his eyes shut. “You enjoy torturing me way too much.”
Michael grinned and bit into Alex’s shoulder, making him hiss. “My dick has a price.”
Alex huffed a chuckle, which quickly turned into a laugh. Michael couldn’t look away. Tracing his husband’s jaw, he shook his head. “Your smile is unreal. Have I ever told you that?”
Alex’s laughter faded from his lips, but not from his eyes as he turned to look at Michael’s face. “Once or twice. A week.”
“It’s true.”
Alex poked his ribs. “You’re unreal.”
Michael bit his lower lip, and leaned in, thrusting his hip against Alex’s thigh. His cock was already hardening again, and Alex burst into laughter.
“You really are unreal! Don’t you get tired?”
“Not of you,” Michael said, like it was obvious, already moving to hover over his giggling husband. "Never of you."
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Happy Malex Monday ❤️
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