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You're lucky. Everyone knows it.
Reserved as he may seem, Mikey is the perfect boyfriend. Devoted. Polite. Always looking out for you.
He's the type to open doors for you, keep his hand on your back or his fingers linked through yours. He never willingly loses sight of you in any room you're both in. He's obsessed with you, totally and completely.
Body and soul.
The adoration that he feels for you can't easily be put into the words. He's never been good with expressing himself verbally, so he resorts to actions. And it's never any clearer than when the two of you are behind closed doors.
Oddly enough, he seems to lose his inhibitions then.
Mikey isn't usually the most talkative. But when you spread your legs for him and let them kneel before you like some sort of altar...
"Fuck," he whines from his place between your legs. His voice is soft, as usual, but laced with something that most people don't get to hear. A gentle reverence. "Baby... Taste so good..."
Then his face is buried too deep between your legs for him to speak, lapping at you as though his life depends on it.
Right now, you're almost convinced that it does.
He moans against your pussy, looking up at you with hazy eyes. Your back arches as you let out a soft sigh.
The way that he loves you will be your undoing.
You roll your hips against his face, perhaps a bit harder than you should. He doesn't falter. His hands come to rest on your hips, pinning you to the mattress.
And he just keeps devouring you like you're his last fucking meal.
"Mikey..." you breathe, eyes rolling up towards the ceiling. "Gonna come..."
That doesn't stop him. Of course, it doesn't. He almost always ensures that you come at least once doing foreplay. Then another time or two after that.
It's strange. How a man can be so generous that he becomes paradoxically greedy.
You let out a choked sound of pleasure, tugging at his hair as you arch up against him and cry out.
He lets out another pathetic whimper as he pulls away, lips shiny with your wetness. His tongue darts out to lick over them as he climbs up towards the head of the bed. His eyes are heavy-lidded, far away. As though he's the one who just came, rather than you.
You let out an incredulous laugh. "That good, huh?" you ask breathlessly as he hovers over you.
"Mmm-hmm," he confirms before leaning down to kiss you deeply.
You moan into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue as he gently guides your leg over his hip. He guides his cock inside you so carefully, even though you're plenty wet enough to make it easy.
He moans into your mouth as he presses all the way inside you, his breathing shaking ever-so-slightly. You can't help but dig your fingers into his back as he sets a slow, steady rhythm.
He isn't rough with you. He very seldom ever is. He touches you like you're some precious thing that he couldn't stand to break. You seriously doubt that he even has the capacity for it.
But if you asked him to be a little less tender with you, you're certain that he would.
You're pretty sure that he'd do anything for you, if it meant that he could have this for the foreseeable future.
He melts with you, losing his composure completely. His fingers tangle with yours, framing either side of your head. He pulls away from your mouth to bury his face in your neck.
"Fuckin' love you," he murmurs. "So perfect, baby. God..."
You don't register all of the sweet nothings that he mutters against your skin as he releases one of your hands, sliding his own free hand down between your legs to rub slow circles against your clit. You're so used to this unbridled devotion and gratuitous pleasure that all of his sickly sweet sentiments starts to blur together.
You do catch one as you hurtle closer to your second orgasm, however.
"Need you," he says. "Feel like I can't fuckin'... Breathe without you... God, you're everything..."
You're his saving grace, his lifeblood. His everything.
The thought is enough to send you over the edge along with him as he stills on top of you, letting out a choked cry as he fills you up.
Careless? Maybe. But you aren't worried.
Can't bring yourself to worry about anything, when you know that this man would do anything for you, and more.