Alex felt as if he should have been angry at Michael for forcing this, but he felt more resigned. If Michael had just kissed him out of the blue, then maybe he'd have a leg to stand on, but Alex had met him halfway. And the kiss. Hungry, desperate. Alex wasn't sure if it was coming from himself or Michael or both, but he slipped his fingers from Michael's belt look and instead curled his fists in Michael's shirt.
He took a moment between kisses to take a breath and then made a decision. He could have - should have - pulled away and left before Michael could tempt him a second time.
But then he shook his head, maybe at himself, and kissed Michael again, increasing the intensity of the kiss.
The sound that came from Michael was barely more than a whimper when Alex kissed him harder, fumbling to try and press his body flush against Alex's, because he didn't think he could kiss him like this and not want to touch him.
The problem being, of course, how much there was to touch. His hands drifted from his ass to his back, tangling into his hair, then grabbing for his shirt again.
"Alex," he moaned into the kiss, turning, and he was seconds from tumbling them to a flat surface, but only if Alex was willing.
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Date: 2019-07-06 02:44 am (UTC)He took a moment between kisses to take a breath and then made a decision. He could have - should have - pulled away and left before Michael could tempt him a second time.
But then he shook his head, maybe at himself, and kissed Michael again, increasing the intensity of the kiss.
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Date: 2019-07-06 01:43 pm (UTC)The problem being, of course, how much there was to touch. His hands drifted from his ass to his back, tangling into his hair, then grabbing for his shirt again.
"Alex," he moaned into the kiss, turning, and he was seconds from tumbling them to a flat surface, but only if Alex was willing.