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"Loud for Mikey, and for his return to the team !" shouted Désiré, raising his beer.
Everyone followed suit, shouting out their welcome back to Michael. Tonight, it was his grand return to the French team following the injury that had sidelined him for months. But he was back, and celebrated shyly by taking refuge in his beer. The others hugged him, kissed him, and gave him an affectionate pat on the head or shoulders. He was loved, and Kylian wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
That shy smile Michael wore when he was showered with compliments. Tonight, he’d dictated the game as he pleased, scoring a goal and providing two assists against Switzerland. As the commentators had said, it was as if he’d never been away. And as if his place on the team had been shaped for him. Kylian had done everything he could to make it so. He didn’t speak of him directly in interviews, but he didn’t hesitate to point out that this position was, in any case, already taken by someone irreplaceable.
As William kissed his temple for the umpteenth time, Kylian finally saw Michael relax, closing his eyes to calm himself. Then, as he opened them, his gaze met Kylian’s directly. As if they were connected by an invisible thread that always led them back to one another.
Kylian and Michael had been in a relationship for a few months. The start hadn’t been easy, but despite the distance, they were both completely fulfilled by each other. They savoured every moment they were given to be together and to love one another. And tonight, Kylian had something up his sleeve. Michael could see right through him, and the slow blink of his captain’s eyes sent a shiver down his spine.
He knew that look, those eyes so dark that Michael could moan just by looking at them. Kylian was devouring him with his gaze in the midst of all these people, and he knew how it would end.
He gently clenched his thighs to calm his erection, whilst Kylian continued to torment him, knowing full well the effect he had on him. It was just a look, and he was already so turned on…
Suddenly, the captain stood up, went to throw away his bottle and said goodbye to the team before heading off to bed. As he gave the last few hugs he could manage, Kylian brushed the back of his neck with his fingertips, sending a shiver down the younger man’s spine as he stifled a moan. He could feel his body tensing, and a warmth spreading through his lower abdomen.
And Kylian walked away, leaving him alone with his sensations. He tried as best he could to keep a low profile, but his teammates kept bringing him back into the spotlight to celebrate him. Michael took his phone out of his pocket as he felt it vibrate against his leg.
Kylian : Come to my room
Kylian : I can’t wait to have you
His body trembled again, and he quickly finished his beer to try and cool himself down, it actually had the opposite effect.
Not just to see you.
But to have you.
Whilst Désiré tried to hold him back, Michael managed to slip away with Adrien’s help.
Michael hurried through the corridors, climbed the few flights of stairs, and rushed to his lover’s room. He knocked feverishly on the door, and didn’t have to wait long before Kylian opened it and pulled him inside.
He didn’t even have time to say a word before Kylian’s lips pressed against his, their mouths sticking together and their teeth clashing. Michael sighed with pleasure and ran his hands over his lover’s bare chest, still damp from the shower. He traced his muscles whilst Kylian deepened the kiss even further, running his hand down the back of Michael’s neck and playing with his tongue.
It had been a while since they’d slept together, and the tension from the sport and the adrenaline of their victory made every touch scorching. Their erections soon began to rub against one another, making the young man’s head spin.
"Congratulations, my love", Kylian murmured against his lips.
Michael finally let a moan escape his lips as Kylian moved down to kiss his neck, sucking and biting without leaving a mark. Michael was terribly frustrated by it. Then, gently, Kylian calmed his heat and simply held the boy in his arms, slipping his hands beneath his clothes, breathing in his scent and caressing his skin.
"I’ve missed you so much", Kylian said softly against his neck, his eyes closed.
"You were getting on just fine without me", Michael replied, letting himself be swept away by the embrace, resting his head on Kylian’s shoulder.
"But it wasn’t the same without you", and he tenderly kissed his collarbone.
Michael couldn’t help but smile. Every time he was reunited with Kylian, he showered him with compliments. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate it.
Kylian gazed deeply into his eyes, one hand on his cheek. The winger nestled against his palm and continued to look at his soulmate. All the love they felt for one another shone through their eyes. Having lived out their love in silence, he’d learnt to communicate in this way. They understood the 'I love you', 'I want to touch you', or 'I’m proud of you'.
But tonight, that wasn’t the sort of message Kylian wanted to convey to his beloved. His face was harder, more serious, and his eyes darker, like a predator waiting for the chance to pounce on its prey. And Michael had given him that chance by walking straight into his nest.
So without hesitation, Kylian grabbed him and laid him down on the bed, before reclaiming his lips and tongue. Michael didn’t really have the chance to fight back – his lover being broader and more muscular than him, and in any case, he had no intention of doing so. He let Kylian undress him, and did the same with his own trousers. The captain ran his firm hands over his body, making the younger man shiver, he wrapped his arms round Kylian’s shoulders to keep him as close to him as possible. He sighed with satisfaction when their chests brushed against each other, and gently, Kylian began to play with the elastic of his boxers, sliding his index finger underneath to brush against his groin.
Michael parted his lips for a moment, and Kylian was delighted to see his beloved’s state, and above all, the effect he was having on him. The young boy’s body was already burning hot, and his cock was throbbing inside his boxers, eager for everything he could give him.
"How many days are you staying in Paris ?" Kylian asked him.
"Hmm, there’s the match in three days, I’m leaving the day after. Why ?" Michael managed between gasps.
"Do you trust me ?"
Michael narrowed his eyes. Kylian had never really asked him this kind of questions, it had always been obvious between them.
"Of course, yeah", he answered a second thought.
He then saw a smile he’d never seen before on his partner’s face. A hint of mischief and playfulness, mixed with excitement. At that moment, Michael felt he was going to regret this a little.
"Kylian, what’s that look…"
"Nothing at all", replied the older man innocently, bringing his hand to his mouth to kiss his fingers.
"You’re lying. It’s obvious. What are you up to ?"
Kylian fixed his gaze on him once more, and Michael shivered, his crotch throbbing.
"Let’s just say I want to congratulate you. On your return. And on your fine performances."
Michael raised his eyebrows. He knew Kylian, there was something behind all of this.
"What ? Don’t you believe me ?"
He lowered his face close to his ear and whispered :
"After all, you’ve been such a good boy to pass me the ball…"
Michael moaned and sighed again when Kylian placed his hand on his stomach. He wasn’t comfortable with compliments, but when Kylian paid him compliments of a sexual nature, he could lose his head. He’d never beg for them, because Kylian knew exactly what to say to turn him on.
"My perfect boy…", he continued, resuming his kisses on his neck.
And he naturally slid his hand into his boxers, Michael throwing his head back and curling his shoulders.
"Already so wet, just for me…"
Michael’s sighs wouldn’t stop, Kylian’s hand moving so slowly as he stroked him. Every brush of his hand made him see blurred, and the words Kylian whispered in his ear sent him reeling.
Was it because they hadn’t seen each other for a long time? Or was it the joy of victory, of finally being able to express himself on the pitch the way he wanted to ? He had no idea, but Kylian was caressing every inch of his body with so much love that he was losing his mind.
"Kylian, please… I can’t…"
"What can’t you do ?"
Whilst waiting for his reply, Kylian began to trail kisses across his chest, kissing him all over, before licking one of his nipples, drawing a cry from him. His cock throbbed in his lover’s hand. Kylian continued to tease his nipple, so tenderly that he didn’t even move his lips. But Michael could feel his tongue and teeth at work, his free hand pinched the other one.
"Your moans are mesmerising... I want to hear you more..." Kylian breathed against his chest.
He quickened the pace of his hand and Michael arched his back. He couldn’t have told the difference between his pre-cum and lube.
"K-Kylian, stop, or…"
"Or what ? Tell me, sweetheart."
"I want t-oh shit… I want your cock-please !"
And suddenly, Kylian stopped. It was so abrupt that the winger’s moans struggled to subside, and quickly, he pulled down his boxers and positioned himself between Michael’s legs. He moistened one of his fingers and brushed it against the entrance.
"Look at you… you want me so much that your hole’s already so open…God, you’re so sexy, Mikey..."
Michael wanted to hide his face, flushed with shame, but Kylian grabbed his fingers and intertwined them with his own to kiss him. He paused for a moment to wet his cock, which was in a state such as desperate as his lover’s. And without really forcing it, he slid into Michael, drawing a cry of pleasure from him that was muffled by his lips. His body trembled as Kylian settled inside him, and gently, he began to thrust.
"Your flesh is so soft, so hot... Shit, your hole is really made for my cock..."
Kylian wasn’t the vulgar sort. That was something Michael appreciated about him. He was polite, respectful and so kind.
But god, he loved the crude language he used when they were having sex.
His back arched when he felt Kylian press against his prostate with his cock.
"Just right there…"
And Kylian grabbed his hips and thrust into him as deep as he could. He loved seeing Michael lose himself when he took him, his moans and cries escaping from those beautiful lips, his eyelashes fluttering with every thrust. He wanted so much to please him. And the sight was magnificent.
"K-Kylian..."
"Yes, sweetheart ?" said Kylian, as if he weren’t on the verge of coming deep inside him.
"Come... I-I want to come..."
"Try to hold on, okay ? Not now."
"A-Then slow down a bit... or I’ll..."
"Nope, I want to screw you so much... But you can’t come. Can you do it for me, sweet boy ?"
Michael moaned again, and Kylian resumed his thrusts. With each of them, he pressed against his prostate so hard that Michael saw white spots appear before his eyes. But he mustn’t come. The sight of his cock oozing just turned him on even more.
"P-Please, my love… give it to me…"
And suddenly, Kylian pulled out. He kissed him so roughly that Michael struggled to breathe. He played with his tongue before getting out of bed, leaving Michael completely taken aback.
"W-What are you doing…?" he asked, slowly coming round.
Kylian grabbed his towel, wrapped it round his neck, and gave him one of the most innocent looks imaginable.
"What do you mean ?"
Was he being serious ?! Michael sat up as best he could and shot him a furious look.
"What do you mean, 'what do I mean' ?! You were the one who was fucking me, and then suddenly you stopped ! You told me to wait before I came !" he began to get angry.
Kylian took a slow step towards him, grabbing his jaw and forcing Michael to look at him.
"My love…I never said I was going to make you come today."
A shiver ran through Michael’s body, and a knot formed in his stomach.
"I want to fuck you until you’re moaning morning, noon and night. Until you’re screaming my name and forgetting your own. I want to bring you to the brink so many times that you won’t even be able to stand the rub of the fabric without your cock leaking."
Michael couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped his throat, and he felt his hole twitch as he heard what his lover had in store for him.
"You’re not allowed to masturbate. And no fingering either. I’ll fuck you wherever and whenever I want, and you’ll come when I tell you to."
And he concluded by kissing him, licking his lips like an animal marking its territory. Michael didn’t yet realise what a quagmire he’d just got himself into. He couldn’t believe Kylian was being so honest with him now, but he liked it. He didn’t yet know how he was going to be able to stop himself from coming if Kylian took him from morning till night. He was most likely going to lose his mind.
As he turned to face him again, Kylian put his sadistic side aside and kissed his forehead.
Michael took a deep breath.
It’d be fine, after all, he just had to hold out until the next day.
But where Michael was wrong was that he didn’t let him the next day.
No sooner had Michael come to fetch him from his room before training than Kylian undressed him and pulled him towards him and pressed his tongue against his hole, long moans escaping from his lover’s throat. He licked, gripped his buttcheeks, drooled, and buried his tongue deep inside him. He could feel that he wanted it.
And so did he. He pinned him against the mattress and took him roughly, thrusting deep inside him.
"You’ve got such a lovely bum, my love…" Kylian gasped as he lay on top of him, gently tugging at his hair to make him lift his face.
Kylian continued to whisper in his lover’s ear, feeling his whole body tremble beneath him.
"I-I want to come…"
"But you can’t, mon coeur. That’s the rule."
"F-Fuck your rul—oh shit…" he stopped, moaning loudly. "I need to come, y-you’re crushing my prostate w-with your—fuck !"
Kylian resumed thrusting hard, driving himself deep inside Michael until high-pitched whimpers escaped his mouth. He then grabbed his lover’s cock and squeezed the base.
"I don’t want you to come. So you won’t."
Michael was just a pathetic mess, whimpering and crying with such an obscene voice coming from his lungs.
Such a beautiful, mesmerising voice, pushing Kylian to the edge.
A few more thrusts, and he bit his lover’s shoulder as he came inside him.
He kept thrusting until he had no energy left, holding himself back from collapsing onto Michael, whose cock was being put through sheer agony.
"I-I hate you..." murmured Michael, gradually regaining consciousness.
"You’re lying", smiled Kylian, kissing the tip of his nose, making Michael smile through his deep breathing. "If you didn’t love me, you wouldn’t let me do all this."
And Michael didn’t reply, letting Kylian shower him with countless kisses on his face. Then the alarm went off, signalling the start of their training day.
Kylian invited him to join him in the shower, and Michael struggled to get up. His knees were like jelly, and his cock had never been this hard – so much so that he wondered if it might actually hurt.
He was waiting for just one thing : for they’d meet up again that evening in that very same room so he could finally come.
But it didn’t happen.
Nor the following day.
For two days, Kylian took Michael with him and slipped away so he could fuck him however he wanted. Behind the building, in the changing rooms, or even in the shadows of a corridor, he left the younger man no way out.
At first, Michael had said no. In public, it was out of the question, especially in such a busy place. Kylian constantly assured him there’d be no problem, and indeed, he always chose places where people never went, or at unlikely times. But as the excitement became all-consuming, Michael went along with everything. His body was overwhelmed with pleasure, and as Kylian had said, every breath, every brush of fabric aroused him.
And Kylian played on it. He’d brush against his fingers, breathe close to his neck, grab his butt or look at him with lustful eyes, without ever letting anyone else notice. And above all, he didn’t hesitate to come inside him several times a day.
In barely 48 hours, Michael was a complete wreck, his cock constantly twitching in his boxers. Even just having one of his teammates lay a hand on him was enough to bring him to the edge. But his lover’s stern gaze would immediately bring him back to his senses. That’s why he was always seeking out Kylian’s company on the pitch, drawing closer to him as subtly as he could. Whilst they were waiting for a pass from Ousmane, Michael moved closer :
"P-please, Kylian, I beg you… I can’t take it any more…"
"What ? In front of everyone ?"
Yes.
"N-No, of course not, but..."
"Do you want me to take you right here, right now ? Or maybe shove my cock down your throat ?"
Yet another shiver ran through Michael’s body, he felt his legs go stiff, his breath catch, and his head fill with obscene images.
"Stop… Stop talking like that, or…"
Kylian smiled, quickly brushing against a nipple beneath his shirt, then moved up to his chin.
"I love when you’re a good boy, listening to me."
Oh, no.
Michael felt his knees tremble as a spurt of pre-cum stained his boxers. And Kylian caught the ball that Ousmane had sent his way, before scoring and celebrating his goal.
That very evening, Kylian, half-lying down on his bed, was looking at the sheet their coach had given him for the next match, against Sweden. Nothing particularly interesting, really, although Kylian had learnt never to take a match lightly.
He was completely torn from his reading when a moan escaped his throat, and he threw the stack of papers onto the floor. He sat up and gently stroked Michael’s cheek, working his way down to his crotch.
"You’re beautiful, Michael. Taking my cock so well for me…" he said.
Michael looked up at him, and what he saw now was no longer resentment or frustration. It was someone who was trying, at all costs, to get himself aroused by arousing him.
That’s just how they both were - finding arousal in arousing the other. The last time he sucked on Michael, he could have come just from hearing his moans. That was also how he was able to come several times a day : Michael’s moans were like a drug to his ears. He constantly wanted to hear him, to hold him in his arms, to feel his breath against him, his eyes lost in the void.
And Kylian knew full well that this was exactly what his lover was trying to do. It was the only way Michael had found to come whilst still avoiding the rules Kylian had imposed on him. Michael was smart, and slowly but surely, he was beginning to feel guilty about depriving him to such an extent. But he mustn’t change his mind, not now.
Another moan escaped him as Michael took him deep into his throat, moving only ever so slightly so that Kylian was completely swallowed up.
"So desperate that you have to facefuck yourself, you’re so beautiful, mon amour..."
Even though Michael’s voice was a blessing and simply being by his side overwhelmed him, he’d never be able to explain how he could get so much pleasure just from the sight of the one he loved. Sex, had never really been his thing, but with Michael, he had to admit he was a real rabbit in rut.
Gently, he ran his hand over the nape of his neck and began to move himself, drawing such deep moans from Michael that it made him lose his mind. He wasn’t moving all that much, yet he could feel his orgasm coming all too quickly.
And when Michael placed his hands on the inside of his thighs, Kylian let himself go yet again and filled Michael’s throat with all his sperm. Without even needing to be told, Michael swallowed, his pupils so dilated that his lover didn’t even know if he was still conscious.
Kylian was overcome by a surge of love and leaned down to kiss his lips, cupping his face in his hands. He licked his lips, playing with his tongue, tasting his own semen as well, holding him as tightly as he could. But every movement he made caused Michael to moan so obscenely that he could sense his lover was on the verge of coming at any moment. His cock and balls were so hard, and his pre-cum made him want to relieve him.
He kissed him one last time and whispered :
"I think you’ve waited long enough, my angel…"
The next day, Michael noticed that Kylian wasn’t making a move. Apart from loving glances, he wasn’t touching him, penetrating him or kissing him. All that should have calmed him down, but it didn’t. On the contrary, he couldn’t concentrate on anything, and did nothing but imagine Kylian’s cock in his mind. His butthole was twitching so much, craving it, and if he concentrated hard enough, he could still taste his cum in his mouth. Just those thoughts alone were making him hard again. He wasn’t going to last much longer, even without Kylian, there was far too much stimulation that could make him come.
After dinner, Kylian suggested they go out.
"Where ?" Michael reminded him. "Kylian, we’ve got the match tomorrow."
"I know, and we won’t stay out late. But I’d like, let’s say…" He paused to think, then smiled. "…to congratulate you on your calmness and your composure."
Michael frowned, almost indignant.
"My composure ?! If you want to congratulate me, just give it to me! You’ve been edging me for days, I can’t concentrate on training, or even when people are talking to me, and here you are, talking to me about c-"
Kylian pinched his nipple, cutting his monologue short with a deep moan, as Michael rested his forehead against his shoulder. The older man placed a hand on his cock, which hadn’t gone down for several days. He was already panting.
"Bend over the table", he ordered into the crook of his neck, before walking over to his bedside table.
Michael obeyed. He’d been hoping so much that Kylian would take him. He wanted to come. To come. And to come again. It was the only thing that had been on his mind for days.
As he moved closer, he let Kylian undo his trousers, savouring every caress on his skin. Then he pulled down his boxers, freeing his constantly wet dick. Kylian tenderly massaged his butt, making his partner moan softly, before fingering his entrance to apply some lube. Naturally, Michael lay down on the table and moved his hips to create more friction.
"Shh, sweetheart..."
Feeling the tip of his finger brush against him was driving him insane. He could tell his skin was burning hot, he was begging for so much more than just his fingers, but at this stage, in his state, anything would make him come in a matter of strokes.
Then Kylian withdrew his finger without doing anything to it, and just as Michael was about to beg, he felt something hard penetrate him. Hard, and cold. But that didn’t stop him from moaning, and feeling his cock twitch, until the plug was fully inside him. He felt his legs almost give way beneath him, but Kylian held him close.
"K-Kylian… Come…Come..." The words that came out of his mouth no longer made much sense.
"Soon, my love, soon, I promise."
He gently pushed the plug in whilst kissing his beloved, and Michael saw stars. Unconsciously, he rubbed himself against Kylian’s body, pitiful moans escaping his lips. He’d reached the point where he craved pleasure so much that, when he finally had it, tears welled up in his eyes.
Michael was terribly frustrated to feel that the plug was far too short to reach his prostate. All that tension in his body was becoming unbearable.
"Shall we go ?" Kylian asked, kissing him on the forehead.
"Yeah…" said Michael, almost gasping.
Michael went back to his room to get dressed, and they met up in the shopping centre car park to set off. Kylian was delighted to see the look on his lover’s face. He wanted to kiss him, to fuck him hard on the front of his car, but a single thrust would have been enough to send Michael to seventh heaven.
On the way, Kylian watched his passenger out of the corner of his eye. Under his jacket, his black tank top was quite loose, and from a certain angle, he could see his nipples poking through. And he also noticed that Michael was so desperate for arousal that he was shifting his hips on his seat, hoping the plug would give him some relief. It was no use : he’d taken it far too short. But Michael’s expression was worth all the gold in the world. His heavy breathing, his shortness of breath, his hands trying to grab hold of anything that would stop him from losing his footing.
Kylian placed his hand on Michael’s thigh, a shiver running through the winger’s body. He loved seeing him like that as much as he felt sorry for him. Over the last few days, Michael hadn’t really been himself, having to endure everything Kylian was putting him through, and he hoped he wasn’t being too rough with him.
After about twenty minutes, they arrived at what looked like a nightclub. Michael was afraid someone might recognise them, but they went in through the back door after Kylian had spoken to the bouncers, and inside, Michael didn’t really feel it was any brighter than outside. There was hardly any lighting at all, and it was just as well Kylian was holding his hand, otherwise he would have lost him.
His lover guided him through long, dark corridors, where very dim spotlights shone down on them from above. They passed several people, but Michael quickly realised that no one could recognise them in such dim light.
They finally arrived in a distinctive area, where each table, dimly lit, was encircled by black circular walls reaching up to the ceiling. Several people were already seated at tables in the "rooms" around them, but Michael couldn’t make out any faces, only hands placing glasses on the tables or moving as the conversations unfolded. Were they famous, too ?
Kylian stopped at a table and sat down on the bench. And as Michael went to sit beside him after putting his jacket aside, he waited for his lover to tap his thigh. He understood the message straight away, and went to sit between his legs. Kylian immediately wrapped his arms around his lover, and breathed into his ear, sending a shiver through him.
Then Michael stifled a cry when Kylian bit the skin on his neck.
"K-Kylian ! Not here..."
"Why ? Don’t you want me to turn you on ?" he asked, tracing a line with his tongue down to his earlobe.
"O-Of course I do, but… here, it’s…"
"Listen."
He fell silent, trying to calm his racing heart as he strained his ears. And that was when he heard moans. From women and men. Coming from all around them. They were distant, muffled, but they were there.
"People who want… to try new things without being seen come here for that", Kylian whispered in his ear, tenderly caressing his collarbones. "I wouldn’t dare put you in any danger, but I know you’ll still feel a bit tense at the thought that someone might see us. After all, it’s always possible if you moan too loudly and can’t help yourself."
Michael rested his head on Kylian’s shoulder as a shiver ran through his body, making his cock harden very quickly. He clung to Kylian’s legs.
He caressed the younger man’s arms. Every part of his body was so sensitive that he couldn’t make sense of what was happening. He wanted more, so much more, but there were all these people around them...
That was when he felt Kylian slide his hands under his tank. His senses were immediately on high alert.
"N-no, w-"
But his lover didn’t wait, and pinched his nipples just as he’d been dreaming of for so long. Michael slammed his hand over his mouth to stop himself from screaming, and the white spots danced before his eyes once more. Kylian gently rolled them between his fingertips, savouring Michael’s arched back pressed against him.
"Well…" he murmured in his ear. "Do you want me to carry on ? No one can see you, my angel…"
Michael could feel it. His body wouldn’t hold out much longer without coming. Even yesterday, he’d barely managed to sleep because of the arousal, and had rubbed himself like mad against his pillows, until he gave up when he realised it was driving him totally insane. He couldn’t see the people around them, and they couldn’t see him. His arousal was consuming him.
"Y-Yes..."
"Yes, what ?"
"S-Stroke my nipples, my cock, j-just touch me..." he was panting so hard. "I-I beg you, Kylian..."
Waves of heat were spreading through his lower abdomen, and unlike usual, Kylian didn’t stop.
He wrapped his legs around Michael’s and suddenly spread them apart, making Michael moan against his hand once more. It was all overwhelming : the atmosphere, the fear of being seen, Kylian’s hands on his body torturing his erogenous zones, his body having been pushed to the brink he’d lost count of how many times over the last few days.
"I want you to come through your nipples", the words ran on his hear.
"I-I can’t, they’re not—aaaah…"
Kylian tugged at them a little harder, and his cock twitched between his legs. He pressed both hands flat against the table and arched his back, feeling Kylian’s erection against his back and the plug stretching him open.
"I know you can. After all, you’re my good boy, aren’t you ?"
A desperate cry escaped Michael as he edged closer to the brink once more. He’d never have thought this would be such a sensitive spot for him, and now he was panting like an animal, begging for more and more.
It felt so good, he wanted to touch his crotch, masturbate, come. But Kylian had forbidden it. He was miserable. But it felt so good…
Kylian pulled him close again and stole a kiss from him. The captain could feel the vibrations of Michael’s moans running right up into his throat. Michael was gorgeous : his whole body, so beautiful and tender, made him want to take him, right there and then, on that table. But he had to be patient. It shouldn’t be long now, anyway.
He released Michael’s lips, staying just a few centimetres from his mouth, their breaths mingling.
"Will you come for me, babe ?"
All he heard was a sob from him, Michael could no longer think.
"You were so good the other day, you deserve it. You deserve it so much, my lovely boy..."
And he kissed him again, devouring his lips like an addict. Michael’s moans were driving him mad, and Kylian himself was starting to get his underwear wet just from hearing him moan. He bit his lower lip one last time before pressing his mouth against his ear.
"I want to fuck you so much, Michael."
"Stop…" Michael trembled. His nipples were so sensitive, every touch brought him closer to the edge.
"I want to fuck you deep inside, stroke your cock and drive you mad whilst I massage your prostate."
Oh, God. It was so good. So fucking good. Michael couldn’t take it. Pleasure was crushing his mind, and it was delightful.
"Your nipples are so sensitive, I can just touch them and your cock will twitch in your pants."
A tear fell down Michael’s cheek, only vulgar moans escaped his lips.
"B-Babe…l-let me cum, please…"
"Of course, my love. You deserve everything."
And he pressed their lips together one last time whilst pinching his nipples.
Michael came instantly in his trousers, loads and loads spilling into his boxers, his whole body shaking as he clutched Kylian as tightly as he could. Eyes wide open, he could see stars dancing before him, whilst Kylian still kept his tongue in his mouth. The world was spinning, his mind a total mess.
He was sticky in his clothes now, but the orgasm was so fucking good that he didn’t care. People might have heard him, but he didn’t give a fuck.
After several days, he finally came under his boyfriend’s hands.
Kylian finally let his beloved catch his breath, and took him in his arms once more, running his hands over his sides beneath his top. He kissed him gently on the forehead, the cheeks, the nose, caressing him with all the love in the world.
As he opened his eyes again, Michael met Kylian’s gaze, looking worried.
"Are you all right ?" he asked. "Sorry if I went too far, I hope I didn’t go too hard…"
Michael raised his hand to his face and smiled tenderly.
"You were perfect."
"All right", Kylian nodded several times, relieved. "I just wanted to see what it felt like to drive you completely wild."
"It worked", Michael smiled, nestling against his shoulder.
"Yeah, but you’re so exciting, the slightest thing sends you into a tailspin…"
A light laugh escaped Michael, and Kylian fell in love all over again. The winger tapped his shoulder with his weaker hand.
"But, er… not all the time, ok ? I loved the sensations, but honestly, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else", he admitted under his breath.
"I promise", and Kylian pressed a rougher kiss to his temple.
He let Michael sit down beside him, and he tensed immediately when his butt touched the bench seat.
"I’d forgotten. The plug", he clarified, running a hand over his head as if to gather his thoughts.
"Let me take it out."
A flush immediately rose to Michael’s cheeks.
"H-Here ?"
"Mon ange, if those people were ever going to hear anything, believe me, they’d have done so already. And they can’t see us in such dim light."
Michael tapped his shoulder again.
"You really are a pervert. Making me come in a place like this..."
Kylian smiled and slid over to him, brushing his nose against Michael’s.
"I wanted to try it. And don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it."
Michael rolled his eyes and smiled as he kissed him. The captain pulled him close and sat him on his lap, tightening their embrace. Kylian ran his hands down Michael’s waist and silently thanked him for having such...loose fashion tastes. He slipped his hands under his baggy trousers and his boxers, and squeezed his bum whilst caressing it with his thumbs.
The dim lighting created such a gentle, spontaneous intimacy that the two boys gave themselves over to the caresses they were used to sharing in their bedroom. But it was true that doing this outdoors had a certain thrill to it. They almost felt like a normal couple, kissing with people around them.
Kylian was savouring the moment, whilst trying to put Michael at ease, as he could sense he was stressed by the situation.
"If you want us to leave, we’ll go", Kylian said tenderly.
Michael locked eyes with him. Yes, he could see it, his lover wasn’t at ease. He began to kiss his hands.
"I know you agreed in the heat of the moment, but I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to."
Michael was taken aback. With his mind a little clearer, the thought of people around them was making him feel a bit anxious.
He couldn’t deny that the idea of people seeing him was giving him a new kind of excitement. He cursed himself a little for having such strange kinks.
But when he saw Kylian’s eyes, the love he felt for him, he was ready to experience them with him.
He smiled at him and resumed their kisses, drawing his lips into a romantic waltz.
Getting the message, Kylian continued his touchs, then slid his hand down until it brushed against the plug. A sigh died between their mouths, followed by a moan when Kylian decided to remove it, pressing down on his back to keep him against him.
Once removed, he set it aside next to him and went back to exploring the area, lightly brushing his entrance with his fingers. The lubricant hadn’t dried out, allowing his fingers to slide in easily. So he inserted one, and Michael clenched his shoulders, resting his head on top of one of them.
"You've never bee so open… that’s crazy…"
"S-Shut up, it’s your fault…" Michael whimpered as a second finger slid inside him.
When Kylian slid a third one in, Michael’s body tensed against him, and he kissed him on the neck and shoulders. The little moans he let out in his ear kept his erection up. Little by little, his body was screaming for more. One orgasm hadn’t been enough to satisfy him. And Kylian realised that all too well when Michael started thrusting his hips to rub their erections together. His lover’s moans grew louder and louder as he fingered him shamelessly, and his own erection was far too tight in his trousers. Even his breathing was becoming erratic.
"Kylian…" Michael sighed into his ear, arching his back beneath his caresses. "Fuck me, please…"
His lover’s plea cracked something his mind, and Kylian swept him into a kiss so fierce that Michael groaned in pain when he bit his lower lip. With a sudden movement of his hand, he pulled down his trousers and slid his crotch into Michael’s boxers, immediately feeling the wetness of his orgasm.
"God, love, you’re so wet…" he whispered. "I’m gonna lose my mind…"
Michael sat up and rubbed his crotch between his buttcheeks, seeking as much friction as possible.
"A-Again… I want to come again…" Michael was on the verge of crying into his ear.
Kylian smiled against his neck and, in one slick move, buried himself deep inside him. Michael almost choked at that moment, but a bite on his neck made him whimper instantly.
"I’ve come inside you so many times these past few days, and yet you’re still craving it, huh ?"
"S-Shut up…" pleaded Michael, trying to regain his composure. He hated how he must look right now. He must surely have looked like a slut.
"Look at you", continued Kylian, a smirk on his face as he moved inside him, "so needy, craving my cock and my body pressed against yours. You look so perfect, sweetheart."
And when Kylian kissed him, his mind shattered. He was sucking on his tongue with such passion and love that he couldn’t handle it, his hips moved involuntarily. Kylian’s moans were so delightful to his ears, yet he wanted to kiss him. Kiss him to keep his feet on the ground. To feel the one he loved take complete possession of him. But every brush of his lips was driving him mad, moaning against his mouth and trembling in his hands.
People could hear them, but he no longer had the presence of mind to care. He wanted to come again, to release all that pleasure that was making his body burn and feel unbearable.
When they pulled apart to catch their breath whilst still thrusting, Michael realised that Kylian was in just as much of a state as he was. His erratic breathing made him want to kiss him again and again.
"Michael, would you like me to touch you ?"
"What a fucking nonsense", Michael might have said in his right mind. But he was so far from it.
"Y-Yes… please…" he begged instead.
Kylian gently opened his baggy trousers and slid his hand inside his boxers, his heart pounding even harder as his fingers brushed against all the semen already there. But the look on Michael’s face when he firmly took his crotch in his hand, he wouldn’t have missed that for the world. Oh, he wanted to ruin him so much...
He immediately quickened the pace of his thrusts, smashing his prostate with each thrust, licking Michael’s neck as it was thrown back. He still had to be careful about his moans, though, so Kylian buried two of his fingers in his mouth, which he hastened to lick. Kylian was so aroused by everything he wanted that no matter how hard he tried to calm down, he just couldn’t. He slowed down a little, moaning with pleasure against his lover’s warm flesh. He was rubbing exactly where he needed to, Michael’s body kept spasming.
"I-I’m gonna come… babe, I-"
"Come, my love. Release yourself."
And with a moan that scratched his lover’s brain, Michael curled up against him and bit his shoulder, emptying himself completely into his hand, thin tears streaming down his face as the excitement became unbearable. His cock throbbing in his hand was the final stroke that would push his love over the edge.
"M-Michael, wait… you’re too t-oh God…"
A desperate moan escaped his lips as he pressed Michael’s hips down onto his cock, spilling deep inside him. He continued to pound him through his orgasm, one arm around his waist and the other on the table to keep his balance.
They stayed like that for a few moments, slowly catching their breath and trying to calm the shapes dancing before their eyes. Michael relaxed his jaw and rested his forehead on his lover’s shoulder, Kylian held him in such a gentle embrace and planted such tender kisses on his neck and arms that he felt like crying. His whole body was feverish, his emotions running high.
When Michael sat up, he gazed deeply into his beloved's eyes and tenderly caressed his cheek, unable to stop himself from smiling. He loved him so much; he wanted to give him the world. He deserved it.
He pressed his lips delicately against Kylian’s, in a movement so gentle it felt like a feather. They moved their lips in silence, until splendid smiles appeared on their faces.
"You know I can’t feel my legs anymore, right ?" Michael laughed cutely.
Kylian’s smile faded, and he tried everything he could to get him to sit up beside him, making him laugh a little harder.
"I’m sorry, love, I didn’t mean to hurt you or…"
"It’s alright, don’t worry", Michael said simply as he hugged his shoulders. "I love being on top of you."
"I love it too", replied Kylian, kissing his nose. "You’re such a turn-on."
Michael felt his cheeks burn, but he was fierce. Kylian pressed his chest against his ear, hearing his heart beating more and more gently. The winger rested his head on his.
"I love you", whispered Kylian.
"I love you too", replied his lover, kissing his head.
They quietly got dressed and went back to the dormitory.
At that hour, there weren’t many people left around, and standing in front of his door, Kylian couldn’t bring himself to let go of Michael’s hand. He asked him to sleep with him. It was risky, but they had so much love to give each other that he agreed. They had a shower, taking the opportunity to kiss and caress each other’s naked bodies without speaking, then lay down and fell asleep in each other’s arms. But just before that, with Michael in his arms, I whispered, thinking :
"Next time, I think I’ll make you wait a whole week.
"Don’t even think about it. Now shut up and go to sleep."
His boyfriend made his smile, and Kylian kissed softly his shoulder. Oh, he was totally gonna do it.