Younger Michael likes your hand around his throat, not really choking but enough pressure to hinder his breath. And the look of pure bliss as he sputters for air, you hold just a little tighter as he orgasms, sending him into another world of pleasure for his release, high pitched groan as best he can.

Older Michael would almost be insulted if you were so soft with him, wrap your hand around his neck, choking turns to asphyxiation if he gets his way, strangled groans as he rides out in pleasure, he wants to be seeing spots and if you’re too gentle he’ll pull your other hand to place it on his neck and make you squeeze.

Young Michael is such a sweet ‘n Soft Boy

His s/o giving him a Hufflepuff scarf as a present, it’s soft and warm and one of his favorite things, he wears it any chance.

Some time later he confesses to you that he’s the antichrist, fear and worry fill him about what you’ll say, even though he truly believes you love him so much, but your reaction is

“Well shit.” You’re not looking at him, starring towards the ground instead, and he gets starts to shake, more worried until you look up at him

“This means I need to Slytherin scarf now instead you sneak.” And he’s so relieved he probably cries, hugging you like your his lifeline because that’s the only concern on the matter.

Young Michael wanting to pleasure you with his mouth but he’s timid and doesn’t know what to do so you take charge, pushing him flat against the bed and lowering yourself onto his face, one hand holding his, fingers entwined for reassurance. The other gripping his hair to make sure he gets the right spots, slick coating him while you grind against his face, he can’t help but moan at the taste of you.

Older Michael prefers you riding his face rather than just eating you out, either twining your fingers with his so you can use him to steady yourself, or tangling your hands in his hair, pull as hard as you like.

His hands gripping your thighs to make you move faster against him, eating you out orgasm after orgasm without stopping and pushing up against you wanting so be closer, to taste more, until you can’t hold yourself up any longer. He finally slows downs so you can rest up for next rounds.

Either way, yank his hair and ride his face, your personal throne.

Just imagine, caressing Michael’s face while you’re fucking him and grazing his lips with your finger and he opens his mouth so you experimentally slide a finger in and he just goes with it, eagerly sucking your fingers while you raw him

(I was thinking of pegging so it works either way)

Squishing young Michael’s cheeks together and telling him "Baby boy, baby.“ Then kissing him on the nose so his face scrunches up and think of the adorable little giggle he lets out and becomes all giddy from your soft affection

Imagine calling young Michael your Angel as your cutesy pet name for him.

And even after he admits what he is you still do, and as much as he loves the nickname (he feels special and giddy when you call him that) he finally brings it up.

“You know, I’m literally the opposite of that.” And you just smile softly, twirling a lock of his hair

“You’re still my angel.” He smiles, almost a little sadly, you’ve always been so gentle with him, you hold his hand, pulling him back from his thoughts,

“My guardian angel.”

Soft morning Michael in just his soft plaid boxers fixing breakfast, hoping to surprise you before you wake up. With his soft and slightly tangled hair in a messy thrown up bun.

 You quietly walk up behind him and slide your arms around his waist, still too asleep and mumbling against his back, he can’t quite make out your words, something like ‘too early’ and ‘beds cold’ but he can’t help but smile at how cute you are. Even if you’re just clinging to him for his warmth.