-He’s not good at sleeping but he’ll crawl in bed anyone and hold them. -He tries to make breakfast but he’s lost a lot of his capability to cook fancy things so he sticks with horribly made pancakes to serve. He’ll need band aids but he’s proud to give his s/o breakfast. -He had a horrible childhood and never got to watch a lot of tv shows or movies so late night dates include Disney movies and other kid shows. -S/o’s heartbeat calms him down in panic attacks
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-He’s to shy to ask for anything but sometimes he’ll get a boner in bed and tries to play it off and role over or insists his s/o can ignore it if they want. -He thinks the noises are cute but he prefers to see his s/o’s face when having sex. It’s often times much more telling in his mind. -Rile him up by teasing and denying and you’ll have him railing you 6 ways to Sunday out of need and frustration only for him to eventually calm down and apologize.
He lay back with strongly flexed forearms, blue eyes hollowed out by a rich chocolate black, lips pursed in challenge. You anxiously fidgeted with the last of the harness, the clink ten times echoed when you finally snap yourself in, a sense of overwhelming gratitude and power smashing together. He trusts you to share control. Your fingers trip trace down Michael’s knees, asking, feeling his skin, body bowing, wanting, eager to take what he’s aching to give. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
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