A little 'me' time
Title: A little 'me' time
Pairing: Mike Chang/his hand.
Rating: NC-17 / M
Summary: Mike Chang comes home late one evening and takes a rather heated route to relax himself. Quite literally, utter and total shameless PWP :D
Warning: Shit summary and male masturbation.
Quick note: This is just something my babymama asked for and because I happen love her more than trees (And I love trees a lot) I wrote it for her. YOU'RE WELCOME.
So er yeah, there ARE mistakes, misspellings and dangerous amounts of littered apostrophe's.
Okay... Enjoy. You perverts. ;) Had this written for a while and just never uploaded it... wonder why? -siiiiiighs- ;D
It was late, dark and freezing outside on one winter evening when Mike Chang finally managed to somehow drag himself back to his empty home; drained near completely of his usual peppy attitude. He dragged himself up stairs and flopped himself out over his large bed a sigh spilling from between his dry lips.
Teeth sank into his lip as thoughts stirred around his adolescence mind, wandering to strange places known only to himself. The corners of his lips begin to turn up as his eyes flutter close and his hands begin to fumble their way over to his shirt.
His slick digits make quick work of the familiar buttons. He sat up to push the loose shirt off his shoulders and then tossed it carelessly to the side as he rocked his hips forward harshly on the bed, revelling in the hot friction.
Mike quickly laid back down, shoving his hands to the hem of his trousers growling in annoyance at himself for deciding on an unneeded belt today. He quickly undoes the belt, slapping it a part to quickly push the button free and not even bothering to pull down the flies before he drove his jeans harshly to floor, purposely taking his socks on the way.
He smiled at his own flexibility as he realised he was nearly completely bent in half. He dragged his finger tips up the inside of his legs as he pulled himself upright, squeezing his incredibly well-toned thighs before stopping just short of his groin. He smiled at the fun of teasing himself.
His mouth twitched as his fingers ghosted over his sensitive member. He quickly sank his fingers under the waistband of his already straining boxers and didn't hesitate to wrap his long fingers around his wanting cock. He let out a breath he wasn't aware he had been holding in a harsh gasp as slick fingers made maddeningly slow work of his length.
His free hand slid up his well-toned abdominal muscles and over his beautifully carved pectorals, revelling in the feeling of soft fingers on even softer flesh. He bit back a moan from escaping from his already swollen lips, allowing only the softest of whimpers to slip through.
He rubbed a long finger slowly around an already hardened, reddened orb as his hand began quickening it's pace ever so slightly. He hissed out a small line of profanities as he pinched down hard on his overly sensitive left nipple. Mike hated having to hold his voice in as his wonderful hands worked his beautiful body.
His teeth sank into his swelling lip as gasps and moans began to fill his mouth. His cock now rock hard in his hands, a smirk arose to his lips as they slowly began to fall out one by one. His hand pumped faster and his hips thrust hard into his expert touch.
The room soon flooded with heavy, animalistic pants as his smooth fingers worked their magic in a way only he could. He squeezed and twisted his fingers around his long shaft as his other hand massaged his chest.
The thrusts into his hand became more sporadic, a long and high pitch whine slid from deep inside him. Then, he felt the tell tale buzzing in his stomach, the tightening of his balls, his toes curling and kicking at the sheets. He was so close.
Unconsciously he slid a hand up to his face and a finger into his mouth, sucking long and hard on two long, slender digits. He flicked his tongue around and round his fingers, making sure to soak them generously with his cheeks hollowing.
“J-just a bit m-more...” He moaned out, a smirk heavy on his lips as he eyes squeezed close and his breath hitched in his throat. He bang pumping at his cock more frantically. He rubbed a thumb over the leaking slit before wiping the delicious pre-cum all down his shaft, the extra lubricant allowing him to go at lightening speed causing the tendons in his wrist to twinge ever so slightly. “Mm..!” He whined a moan loudly.
His vision went white as one hand pinched a nipple tightly in between his index finger and thumb as the other squeezed tightly around his cock in one last hard thrust. His vision blurred into white blankness, somewhere far off he heard an oddly high pitched scream of someone’s name, possibly his own, an octave or two higher than should be possible of a male.
His chest heaved with each shaky breath that fell from his still smiling lips. He slid the hand from his groined up his chest, the tips of his fingers stealing some of the white liquid pooled on his stomach on their way. He hummed as he licked his fingers free of the delicious substance.
He was definitely feeling much better.
Pairing: Mike Chang/his hand.
Rating: NC-17 / M
Summary: Mike Chang comes home late one evening and takes a rather heated route to relax himself. Quite literally, utter and total shameless PWP :D
Warning: Shit summary and male masturbation.
Quick note: This is just something my babymama asked for and because I happen love her more than trees (And I love trees a lot) I wrote it for her. YOU'RE WELCOME.
So er yeah, there ARE mistakes, misspellings and dangerous amounts of littered apostrophe's.
Okay... Enjoy. You perverts. ;) Had this written for a while and just never uploaded it... wonder why? -siiiiiighs- ;D
It was late, dark and freezing outside on one winter evening when Mike Chang finally managed to somehow drag himself back to his empty home; drained near completely of his usual peppy attitude. He dragged himself up stairs and flopped himself out over his large bed a sigh spilling from between his dry lips.
Teeth sank into his lip as thoughts stirred around his adolescence mind, wandering to strange places known only to himself. The corners of his lips begin to turn up as his eyes flutter close and his hands begin to fumble their way over to his shirt.
His slick digits make quick work of the familiar buttons. He sat up to push the loose shirt off his shoulders and then tossed it carelessly to the side as he rocked his hips forward harshly on the bed, revelling in the hot friction.
Mike quickly laid back down, shoving his hands to the hem of his trousers growling in annoyance at himself for deciding on an unneeded belt today. He quickly undoes the belt, slapping it a part to quickly push the button free and not even bothering to pull down the flies before he drove his jeans harshly to floor, purposely taking his socks on the way.
He smiled at his own flexibility as he realised he was nearly completely bent in half. He dragged his finger tips up the inside of his legs as he pulled himself upright, squeezing his incredibly well-toned thighs before stopping just short of his groin. He smiled at the fun of teasing himself.
His mouth twitched as his fingers ghosted over his sensitive member. He quickly sank his fingers under the waistband of his already straining boxers and didn't hesitate to wrap his long fingers around his wanting cock. He let out a breath he wasn't aware he had been holding in a harsh gasp as slick fingers made maddeningly slow work of his length.
His free hand slid up his well-toned abdominal muscles and over his beautifully carved pectorals, revelling in the feeling of soft fingers on even softer flesh. He bit back a moan from escaping from his already swollen lips, allowing only the softest of whimpers to slip through.
He rubbed a long finger slowly around an already hardened, reddened orb as his hand began quickening it's pace ever so slightly. He hissed out a small line of profanities as he pinched down hard on his overly sensitive left nipple. Mike hated having to hold his voice in as his wonderful hands worked his beautiful body.
His teeth sank into his swelling lip as gasps and moans began to fill his mouth. His cock now rock hard in his hands, a smirk arose to his lips as they slowly began to fall out one by one. His hand pumped faster and his hips thrust hard into his expert touch.
The room soon flooded with heavy, animalistic pants as his smooth fingers worked their magic in a way only he could. He squeezed and twisted his fingers around his long shaft as his other hand massaged his chest.
The thrusts into his hand became more sporadic, a long and high pitch whine slid from deep inside him. Then, he felt the tell tale buzzing in his stomach, the tightening of his balls, his toes curling and kicking at the sheets. He was so close.
Unconsciously he slid a hand up to his face and a finger into his mouth, sucking long and hard on two long, slender digits. He flicked his tongue around and round his fingers, making sure to soak them generously with his cheeks hollowing.
“J-just a bit m-more...” He moaned out, a smirk heavy on his lips as he eyes squeezed close and his breath hitched in his throat. He bang pumping at his cock more frantically. He rubbed a thumb over the leaking slit before wiping the delicious pre-cum all down his shaft, the extra lubricant allowing him to go at lightening speed causing the tendons in his wrist to twinge ever so slightly. “Mm..!” He whined a moan loudly.
His vision went white as one hand pinched a nipple tightly in between his index finger and thumb as the other squeezed tightly around his cock in one last hard thrust. His vision blurred into white blankness, somewhere far off he heard an oddly high pitched scream of someone’s name, possibly his own, an octave or two higher than should be possible of a male.
His chest heaved with each shaky breath that fell from his still smiling lips. He slid the hand from his groined up his chest, the tips of his fingers stealing some of the white liquid pooled on his stomach on their way. He hummed as he licked his fingers free of the delicious substance.
He was definitely feeling much better.