Michael is on edge for the next week. His new found weakness making him upset. He wont let you touch his hair. Until one night he’s eating you out after a long day of you teasing him. He’s too distracted to notice you sneaking your fingers to his hair. He’s going too slow so for you, you roughly tug on his locs as he flicks his tongue against you. He finds himself wanting to submit so he looks up at you and tilts his head. “Yes?” He asks gently and you sigh, buckling your hips, “More.” you say.

thelangdoncooperative:

Omg so soft when he gets his hair pulled. What about just playing with his hair while he lays his head in your lap, tugging gently just to see if he’ll react. He squirms in your lap, looking up at you with wide eyes.

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