“Michael,” you whine through laughs. When he began hugging you from behind, pulling you into his chest, you knew he was tipsy. The way he so publicly placed open mouth kisses on your neck and shoulder gave it away.
“Just wanna love on you,” he said against your skin.
You reach your hand up to thread it through his hair and give a tug on it in warning, “Behave. We’re still in public or did you forget?”
“I didn’t forget. They can watch if they want. I need to touch you,” he said, running a hand down your side.
You turn in his arms to face him, brushing the hair from his face, “If you’re a good boy, you can have what you want when we’re home. But only when we’re home. Understood?”
He nods, “Yes, ma’am” he continues to hold and kiss you but he’s toned it back in eagerness for a reward.
a concept: Michael as a cuddly drunk, his lightweight ass gets a few sips of any alcohol and he’s happily hanging off you, swaying side the side while hugging your back if you don’t give him attention, sweet sloppy kisses on any part of you he can reach, if you ignore him too long he starts getting vocally whiny and nuzzling you, it doesn’t matter where he is at the time
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