part 4, his blush goes all the way down his chest, between voyeuristic-like embarrassment of being in such an open room and so turned on his skin feels like fire compared to your cool hand going to the back of his neck, pushing his face into your neck as he moans, slumping against you, his grinding becoming uneven when your lips attach to his neck, Michael turns the best he can to give you more access as you start sucking, biting him and marking him as your own,