You’ve been wrestling in bed for a bit now but you’ve finally got the upper hand. He can’t stop giggling as you place kisses all over his face. He’s squirming but you take his hands in yours to keep him somewhat still.
“Baby, Stop” he laughs, squirming more when you kiss a particularly ticklish spot on his neck.
You smile against his skin, “I just want to love on you, bub. You’re too cute”
Michael grabs your hips and flips you so he’s on top. “I’m a man and I will be listened to” he tries to sound stern and serious but laughs halfway through.
You place your hands on his cheeks, squishing them so his lips stick out in a pout, “Couldnt even say it with a straight face” you pull his pout to meet your lips.
“I’m yours, little one. I know,” he gives you his signature dazzling smile before letting you take back dominance, straddling him as you whisper how much you love him.
Michael had never felt this particular form of exhaustion before. He had literally just went to hell and back. When he reappeared in the middle of the room, Y/N rushed to his side. She tried not to cry. She didn’t want him to think she doubted him but a small part of her had feared he would not make his way back.
As the warlocks helped him off the floor, Y/N helped him stand as he leaned on a desk for support. Hunched over, he fought to regain his breath and held up a hand when the warlocks got too close. She, however, ignored this movement. She rubbed his back and watched him in concern. She wasn’t sure exactly what this particular feat could do a person and she prayed it didn’t have lasting damage.
When Cordelia had finally conceded to Michael, naming him the next Supreme, Y/N put her arm around his waist, allowing him to lean on her as they retreated to his bedroom. Throwing himself on the bed, Y/N helped peel the excess clothing from him. He now lay on his side, shirtless and in boxers.
“Are you okay, Michael?” She scanned his face for any sign of distress.
He nodded, looking up through hooded eyes, completely drained, “I’m fine. Don’t worry,”
“Turn over,” She said, gently tapping on his back. When he did so, she straddled him and began to knead her fingers into his shoulders and back. She could feel the tension he carried there and pressed harder when he let out a moan of contentment. Leaning over to whisper, she kissed the shell of his ear before saying, “I’m very proud of you”
He smiled, only half visible as his face was smushed against the pillow, “Thank you. I’m sorry if I scared you,”
“You know I believe in you always. I was just afraid you might not come back. You never know with these things. But you’re strong. Stronger than anyone I know,” she continued kneading into the knots in his back, stopping occasionally to place her lips against whatever birthmarks she could find.
“When I’m Supreme, we could get out of this hole. We can live in the sun and move into that house of theirs,” he closed his eyes, enjoying the fantasy.
“That would be nice,” she smiled at the thought of them two playing house, “it’s a big house isn’t it?”
He chuckled, “What are you getting at, woman?”
She gently raked her fingers down his spine and he shivered at the sensation, “I’m saying we’ll have to find a way to fill it,”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” his eyes fluttered closed and his breathing calmed, taking in the feeling of her hands on him.
“I know you have a lot of work to do but I’d like to have that conversation eventually,” she said, moving to lay beside him as she wrapped her finger around a curl.
He looked up at her, wide eyes and full grin, “I’ll give you whatever you want but first let’s enjoy ourselves. I’m the new Supreme. We can do whatever we want,” he gripped the wrist of her hand that was intwined with his curls and kissed it.
“I should be going,” she kisses his forehead, “Can I get you anything before I go?”
He shook his head, pulling her into his arms and holding her tight, “Stay. Just stay,”
She smiled up at him, kissing his jaw, “I don’t think they’ll like me in here,”
“Who’s going to say something? The Supreme?” He laughed.
“Oh no. It’s gone straight to your head already,” she chuckled.
“If it keeps you here, I have made it coven law. You cannot leave,” he smiled, shimmying down until his head lay on her chest.
“I’ll be here,” she assured him as she ran her hands through his hair. She could feel his breathing evening out and knew he was on his way to sleep if he wasn’t there already. She whispered, “Rest, my love. I’ll be here”
Morning sex with young Michael is slow. There’s no rush. He can take his time to feel every inch of you while you lay in tangled sheets. You’re much more sensitive when you’ve just woken up and he takes his time so it’s not over before it’s begun. He loves to place soft kisses on whatever inch of skin he can and whispers sweet nothings, not wanting to disturb the calmness of the early morning.
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