Spit...
204 Words
Michael's gaze raked over Orion. Orion had gotten out of his way to try and get Michael to touch him again, currently he was standing in front of Michael with nothing but Michael's white shirt, which was a size bigger on him and it made him look absolutely ravishing. Michael could see the faint outline of Orion's waist through the shirt, The cuffs on the sleeves were longer, the result being Orion's fingertips peeking out of the sleeves. It made Michael smile. Orion's face was red, he was blushing. He never looked so cute. With his soft locks mess and his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth, his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. Michael decided that he would let Orion keep this shirt and wear it to bed everyday. Michael wanted Orion in this shirt, his tie around his hands and on his knees taking Michael's c**k. The image fueled Michael's senses and redirected the blood flow to the perfect place. Michael rose and picked up his wine glass. Swirling it slowly he walked over to Orion touching nothing but the collar of his shirt. He looked into Orion's eyes and raised the glass to his mouth. "Spit."
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