Master Me VI
So I promised Foxriverinmate another chapter of this the other day..but daily life sucks and it took a little longer than I thought...*frowns*...damn you life...however..I got it finished...*smiles slightly in satisfaction* and I hope those that read these like it...thats all that matters after all. If only i cared to enough to write my english paper too..HA HAHAHA...ironic right..oh well..I'm gonna fail that damn thing anyway...I can retake it...I had a bad..worse than bad semester..and hey 3 A's...im proud of those..1 or two bad grades wont kill me..I just need my summer..I need a break..oh well...hope everyone likes this...it seemed to take awhile..but I'm happy its done...
Foxriverinmate- After the whole donuts thing..and sugar..hmmm..I well..kept it going...Michael is the sexiest treat ever after all...*sighs and moans*..Mr.face meet Mr. Palm again...*facepalm* Hope it makes ur day darlin..sorry its late..<3 and Hugs to you darlin...
Lincoln is standing beside the large bed looking down at the most erotic image he has seen in weeks. Life had prevented such nights and treats as this and having it suddenly there for the taking in front of him was driving him insane with a need only the subject of his gaze could inspire.
Michael. Oh god Michael. He had the boy naked with his hands in metal cuffs above his head, leaving him only to writhe and wiggle in attempts at begging, at least after he had waken up from earlier that night. He could see the cuffs digging lightly into those wrists, see his eyes squeezed shut in frustration, see his lips already abused and begging to be raped by Lincolns own. His collar decorated his neck and it made Lincoln so proud to know he owned the being that was currently moaning and purring for attention. His chest and cheeks were flushed and rosy pink with passion, His nipples hard and standing for the cold air...for him, though he knew part of that had to do with the clamps that had been digging into them all night up until Linc had brought him up here and tied his slutty body to the bed. Lincoln felt his tongue dart out to lick his lips and continued his visual assault on his baby boy. God, Michael was so hot and Lincoln knew he would only get hotter as the night went on...he always did, always amazed him. Michaels long slender cock was standing straight up for Lincolns pleasure for the second time that night...Lincoln had loved making the boy suffer though dinner with his first raging hard on...and now his little boy was begging again. Lincoln had no doubts that if he were ever to go up to the boy and whisper in his ear 'I want you hard' and grab his crotch that the boy would sport an immediate boner to drive Linc crazy. Michael loved being controlled, loved having Linc take him over and bend him to his will. Michael was pretty much immobile and vulnerable to anything Lincoln chose to do to him right now and he relished in the thought of what he planned to do to that body.
Michael sighed as he turned to shut the door, feeling so relieved to be home, before feeling a body pressed against his before the door was even fully shut. 'Oh Linc...hmmm yeah' Michael knew he was a whore for being excited by a single touch. But he knew Lincolns different touches and this one was dominant, demanding, and Michael knew what that meant...playtime. He stayed against the door, raised his hands to either side of his face, moaning as he did so, and stuck his ass back for his master. His body bent and ass out, he felt Linc step behind him and thrust against him teasingly before earning a sharp smack on his greedy little ass from those rough hands.
"Oh master! Smack me again" He heard Linc laugh, the same laugh he always made when Michael opened up for him and became his at the snap of Linc's fingers....fingers that he wished would rapidly move to do something more productive. However he earned another smack, this one hard enough to sting and Michael shivered and moaned feeling it tingle his clothed skin. Suddenly Linc was covering his back with his front and Michael bumped his ass against Lincoln playfully and purred through a wicked smile. Linc reached a hand around and grabbed Michaels cock through his jeans making the younger man groan for a pleasure that was taken away before he could truly enjoy it. The boy screamed as Lincoln twisted and squeezed him to inflict pain so the boy knew he was serious. That was all that was necessary. Michael didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, simply stayed as he was for his master awaiting any commands that might be tossed his way. He felt like a damn dog waiting for a fucking bone...hmmm...as long as it was Lincoln’s bone he’d wait. Michael closed his eyes and tried to cease the images of his master’s cock and what he wanted to do to it and have it to do him. Goddamn LLI...in these moments it was hell on earth when his mind wouldn’t shut up...Lincoln knew that the mental torture was always the way to get to Michael. He loved teasing him that way, tying him up and keeping him hard with images of what a good slut like him would do obediently for his master, images of pleasure, images of pain, images that would leave Michaels mouth screaming out every dirty plea known to man.
Suddenly Lincoln’s warm breath was tickling his ear and Michael bit his lip to keep from crying out. "Naked and on your knees now" Lincoln said firmly as he released him and backed away. Michael didn’t ever turn to Lincoln as he undressed slowly for his Master eyes, feeling them burn every inch of revealed skin as he obeyed. Lincolns gaze was branding and Michael loved it. Michael only turned to his master when he was fully naked and without looking at Linc fell to his knees instantly, looking down until being instructed to do otherwise.
"Do you want your collar baby boy" Linc said teasingly, knowing how much Michael loved to be marked as the property of Lincoln Burrows.
"Yes master, if you wish it to grace my neck" The words flew natural from his mouth with needy undertones that betrayed him.
"Look at me" Linc was looking down at him as he looked up. God the man was hot. His eyes dark and glazed, penetrating his own so deeply just as his cock always did to his body. He was wearing a dark grayish-blue dress shirt, with a few buttons opened...damn his teasing ways...that just happened to be Michaels favorite one that the older man owned and pair of jeans that he had just recently bought. Oh that was a fun trip. They would have to do that again soon. Lincoln had finally found a way to enjoy shopping, Michael didn’t care if it was because he had wrapped that collar around his neck and fucked the shit out of his begging ass in the dressing room, hey it worked for him. He shrugged and smiled to himself internally. He then felt the familiar feel of his collar around his neck and felt his heart warm. How he loved it so, it made him a slave to his Master and no other feeling made his heart flutter as much. He watched as Lincoln stroked it with a finger before moving his hand to Michaels face and stroking his cheek adoringly. Michael sighed in content and closed his eyes snuggling into the touch happily, loving how his master petted him with love.
"Open your eyes" Linc said softly and Michael did so looking up at his master with screaming royal blue eyes to match the brand around his neck. Lincoln smiled and Michael felt like the happiest baby boy in the world. Lincolns praise was all he could ever need...it made him feel so good. He watched as Linc pulled his hand away and kept his gaze trained on Michael as if keeping him in his trance and not ever wanting to let go. He pulled the clamps out of his pocket and Michael moaned before biting his lip in apology. Without warning Michael felt them biting into his skin a little harder than normal and he groaned in both pain and pleasure as the sensations went straight to his leaking cock. Linc smirked down at him before whispering in that voice that Michael knew was come-worthy all on its own. "You hungry baby" Linc asked and Michael just smirked.
"Starving Master" he said shivering as his lips released the words in anticipation of what was to come.
"Good" Lincoln said. "Dinner is almost ready" He motioned for Michael to get up which he did with a light frown knowing his master insisted on torturing him tonight. To hell with food...Lincolns meat shoved down his throat was dinner enough and of course the taste of his cum for desert. Hmmmmm...this was going to be hell. But he needed this so he would behave and he loved how much affect Lincoln was capable of having over him even if it kept him unbearably hard for hours on end.
Michael sat in a chair at the dinner table watching as Lincoln brought all the food over from the counter and made them both a plate. The whole meal was one torture after another. Every time Michael so much as made any hint at what his body wanted. He was punished. When Linc had asked if it was good and he had said not as good as you it had earned him a painful tug of the chain between his aching nipples. When Linc had looked at him as he teasingly ate his food and Michael had squirmed begging him to take him right there on the damn table Linc had rewarded him by pulling him up and bending him over a bare part of said table and beating his ass roughly and hard enough to make the clamps dig in further to his nipples. Eventually Michael calmed, tears of pain, pleasure and frustration clouding his baby blues that Lincoln so loved. Michael was broken by dinners end. Lincoln liked him that way. Michael knew as Lincoln did that if he was spoiled he would end up being a bad boy and getting punished every night...which always made the younger man cringe because he so loved playtime with his master and being his for the taking. Michael sat there pushing food around on his plate, not really hungry...no really he’d had a big lunch that day...but in spite of that he still found his stomach just didn’t want the food. He felt a tear roll down his pink cheek when Lincoln said he would get another spanking if he didn’t finish his meal.
"Master?" Michael asked with his head down until he was acknowledged.
"Yes?" Linc said eyeing the boy with wonder.
"I’m honestly not hungry...I ate some and it was good...but I don't think I can eat anymore" Michael said feeling bad of course because yes he was horny hungry, hungry for Lincoln, but his stomach was refusing food despite how good it did smell to Michael and Lincolns hard work. Lincoln grabbed his chin and made the boy look at him, studying him, it amazed Michael that Linc could sense untruth. Just how did he do that so damn well??
"Ok...eat another bite or two and then you can clean your place" Linc replied after sensing the boy wasn’t lying to him or at least that’s what Michael figured. Michael did so and then took his plate to the sink and afterwards returned to stand next to Lincoln looking down.
"Would you like me to take your plate too Master" Michael asked weakly wanting so much to earn back the adoring praise he had had earlier. Lincoln looked up at him and stroked his cheek lovingly before replying yes and so Michael took his plate to the sink too before moving back to Lincoln and giving him a look that Lincoln knew all too well. The older man pulled his toy into his arms and held him, eventually picking him up and moving to the couch in the living room to sit, Michael in his lap as the boy clung to him. The thing Michael loved about being with Linc like this was that he felt complete. When they fucked...it was deeper and amazingly more passionate, When they hugged like this Michael felt whole inside and loved, and when they were together at all like this...their souls connected in every way...Michael knew it was one of those things that you could never explain just right.
"You ready to be a good boy" Lincoln asked as his hand soothed the skin of Michael’s backside.
"Yes Master...I’m sorry...It’s just been so long...and that’s no excuse" Michael looked down ashamed and yearned for reassurance. Lincoln’s eyes reached out to the boy and when he forced Michael to look up the tears just fell unexpectedly.
"I love you baby boy and yes I know...its been a long time...but I still have to punish you when you misbehave or you’ll think you can do it all the time" Michael could see the love and understanding behind the warning to behave and at that he smiled lightly through his tears, blushing as he wiped them away.
"I'll behave and I understand Master" Michael leaned in for a hug and felt Lincoln rock him gently. Michael felt his body shake lightly because given their position the clamps were digging into him again. It felt good as long as Linc didn’t use them as a method of punishment. A little pain...arousing. A lot of pain...not so much. Lincoln knew Michael was a pain slut but also knew how much to inflict and where to make the pain real pain, enough to punish. But now it felt good, his nipples were sensitive to any movement from having the clamps on this long. He loved his master’s toys. Suddenly his eyes lit up as he was tracing patterns on Linc’s chest. He looked up at Linc with a smile that he knew Linc would get but made sure his eyes asked permission and didn’t demand. Linc smiled at the boy and nodded his permission and Michael left Lincolns lap and retrieved his masters black bag that he knew housed all of Michael’s favorite toys. They always made him feel like a little kid on Christmas opening presents...only he and daddy both got use out of them...he smirked to himself. He set the bag down and got onto his knees beside it awaiting his master’s command.
"You know the rules baby boy..." Lincoln smirked as he threw his leg over the arm of the couch.
Michael moaned and reached into the bag. He knew just which Toy he wanted.
"Master?" Michael asked as he eyed it lying in the bag.
"Yes?" He said looking at him gazing longingly at the bag
Michael pulled out the toy he wanted and crawled over to Lincoln on his hands and knees looking for all the world like a Lion on the hunt...so hungry.
"Will you play with me??" He asked when finally at his master’s feet, his voice calm and trying not to beg.
Lincolns gaze flashed from him to the toy and back to him again. He got up and grabbed the toy of Michael’s choice before looking down at the couch.
"Lay on the couch and spread your legs baby" Michael moaned and quickly did as he was told, lying on the couch and spreading his legs crudely for his Masters pleasure.
He watched Lincoln lovingly as the older man moved between his legs and without any warning took Michaels cock hard into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks and taking in every inch. Michael groaned loudly and felt his body jump. However as quick as that perfect heat of his master’s mouth had taken him, it moved back just as quickly. 'Oh ok Linc tease me...don’t let me come...but just touch me'. Michael wasn’t thinking about coming he just needed Lincolns touch. Actually Lincoln had learned that that was an affective way of punishing the young man...that and taking his privilege to masturbate away. He felt his heart sink at the thought of either and looked down at Lincoln who without any hint had the vibrator Michael had chosen positioned and ready to enter. Michael’s emotions overpowered him and he reached to Lincoln and stroked his cheek eyes full of love and obedience. He sat back on his elbows again and suddenly the vibrator was inside his body without any preparation from that exquisite tongue unfortunately...but ohhh it felt so god damn good. Though it made Michael smile...it wasn’t the physical pleasure that made this so good...it was knowing that Lincoln was the one playing his body like an instrument. He was owned and god damn it he loved it. OH GOD...did he mention he loved this. As the vibrator sprang to life inside him he fell back with a submissive grunt opening his body as much as he could to please the man who was making it hum with pleasure. Michael was floating as moan after moan spilled from his wanting lips. This was perfect. His master was perfect. Just when Michael was convinced his body could feel no more pleasure Lincoln gave him a jolt...putting the vibrator on its highest setting and reducing Michael to a mass of trembling limbs. The older man smiled in satisfaction and turned the power back down again proud of himself when Michael let a 'please' slip from his lips.
"Does it feel good baby..." Lincoln said in that voice...oh that voice...damn it.
"Yes so good..." Michael was panting.
"You look so hot when I do this to you...this greedy body just isn’t complete unless something is filling this tight little hole is it baby..." Lincoln smirked and ran his tongue up the underside of Michael’s dick savoring the precum that had gathered at the head with a satisfied hum.
Michael thought he was going to explode...and he couldn’t, not without permission. He bit his lip and tried to keep his body in check as he bumped against the vibrator appreciatively trying to tune out Lincolns teasing...yeah that was really fucking easy to do. "Oh master" He found himself chanting in breathy groans.
Lincoln was gliding his tongue over Michaels cock and the younger man was convinced he would pass out when he came if Linc didn’t end the torture soon. He loved it of course, his only worry regarding coming was that he would fail his master and spend the night tossing and turning due to red stinging welts on him from the belt as his punishment...the thought made his body ache. 'Oh no...Linc not there...not yet...oh fuck..."Michael felt that familiar flutter in his stomach, that extra rush of heat, and his breath hitched.
"Come baby" Linc must have known, he doesn’t make Michael deliberately misbehave and so he lets him come when he’s this damn close. Michael didn’t think, he heard the words, felt that mouth devour him again and the vibrator shoot to its highest power one last time. Michael jerked and his eyes snapped wide open as he shot endless thick ropes of cum down his master’s throat. When the tremors subsided Michael fell back onto the couch and everything just went black.
He doesn’t know when Lincoln cleans up, removes the clamps and grabbing his black back, putting a few more items in it, carries his beautiful baby boy up to the bedroom.
Linc had been watching him for about an hour now it seemed. The boy was simply divine and Lincoln had yet to come tonight...his own cock reminding him of its needs and as much as he wanted to fuck Michael right now he felt that Michael had earned his dessert and he too for that matter. Michael's eyes were on Lincolns cock and he knew the boy wanted so badly to take care of it for him. Oooh teasing opportunity. Lincoln smirked and ran his hand slowly down his chest and leisurely tugged on his cock watching with laughter in his eyes as Michaels own widened and his body squirmed. He reached down and grabbed his black bag throwing it onto the bed and climbing onto it, moved until he was over hovering over Michael just out of his body's straining reach. He leaned down and let his lips lightly touch his toy's, just enough to leave a tingling sensation behind before pulling away again. He watched the younger man moan and lick his lips as if Lincoln kisses were sugar that needed to be swept away by his tongue. Lincoln groaned and leaned down to his ear nibbling on it before whispering into it.
"I think my little boy is ready for dessert...but you only get it if you promise to behave" Linc ran his tongue over the boy’s neck and felt him shiver beneath him.
"I'll behave Master...I promise" The boy's breathing was already heavy and that voice. Lincoln never could understand why he couldn’t resist that fucking voice. It was a dessert of its own...especially when it wasn’t laced with powdered lust. It was always just dripping with honey and Lincoln had to fight to keep his cock from rising at its presence anytime Michael was around. He knew that that was how Michael felt when Lincoln took him over with his own voice and he understood what a powerful weapon it was.
Lincoln pulled back and looked into his eyes with love and desire beaming out from the darkness. His finger reached out as he braced himself with his other hand and traced over the boy’s swollen lips. Lincoln had kissed him back to consciousness and Michael had fed on his kisses like a vampire feeds on the sweet devilishly appetizing taste of blood. It had left them panting and needy, high and soaring, and Lincoln had barely been able to pull away. He moaned when Michael shifted his head and took the finger into his mouth sucking on it enthusiastically humming around it and dragging his tongue over it as his lips played with Lincolns cock through his finger. 'Oh god Mikey...the things you do with that fucking mouth it's not fair...' He moaned and looked down at his little bitch...'oh he’d make it fair...or at least even it up'. He pulled his finger away and moved to his black bag pulling out a bottle and watching as Michael's breath hitched and he licked his lips longingly.
"Chocolate or caramel baby boy" Lincoln said as he moved to the boys nipple and bit it lightly before looking at Michael for an answer.
"Whichever you desire...master" he breathed out and arced his body up for his master to play with as he wished.
"Good boy" he said watching as Michael drank in his praise with a smile. He flipped the top of both bottles that he had, coating one nipple in chocolate and one in caramel, enjoying how Michael quivered every time liquid hit his sensitive skin. These beautiful nipples, so abused from the clamps...hmmm. Lincoln bent down and hungrily lapped at a nipple drinking in caramel syrup like he was now the vampire and tasting blood for the first time. The whole time even through hums of satisfaction he kept his sights trained on his moaning baby boy. When he finished he moved to the boys other nipple and tortured it with his tongue as he cleaned up the chocolate. It tasted so much better when combined with the taste of Michael’s skin. Lincoln smirked over his sugary sweet treat and when it was all gone he moved his lips down and suddenly got an idea. He grabbed the bottles and moved his free hand to Michael’s hip holding him still as he began drawing on Michael’s skin with the syrups creating a work of art for his taste buds to sample and savor for all time. He laughed when he reached Michaels lower stomach as the skin beneath him trembled and without a second thought he poured liquid out over the boy’s hard cock making Michael jerk his head from side to side wanting so badly for Linc to start licking it all up. Lincoln was loving this...double torture...applying it and licking it away. He smiled at his own genius and put the bottles up, then moving to Michael’s lips kissed the life out him, taking all the air from the boy’s lungs as if he were diving underwater and wouldn’t survive without the air Michael’s lungs offered him willingly. Leaving the boy panting for breath he moved down and this time drew the work of art he’d created with his talented tongue gathering up every drop as he made the drawings he’d branded into Michaels hot skin invisible. Michael couldn’t control his body and it was making Lincoln's cock nag at him again. When Lincoln reached Michaels dick the boy whimpered and Lincoln swore the little sound was pure sex as it tore from those lush lips. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore and his tongue lunged for Michael’s dick like it was a popsicle and would melt if he didn’t lick up the syrup fast enough. Michael’s whimpers and groans of pleasure only increased his drive and he took the boy into his mouth, sucking hungrily and as if his life depended on it.
Millions of sounds surrounded them. The sounds of handcuffs...metal, Moans and hums from two starving forms echoing around the room, sounds of the bed moving with the erotic movements of the wanton boy lying atop it...sounds of sex...oh so delicious to the ear. Lust clouds descended all around and caught anything in its path with its overwhelming power. Heat claimed all that remained to be captured and damn if it wasn’t anyone’s own perfect little wet dream.
"Oh master...GOD!!!" Michael felt his cock ready to explode again. He loved being Lincoln’s dessert and writhed for his pleasure despite the orgasm he felt brewing in his balls. Lincoln must have been able to tell however because he pulled that vacuum of a mouth from his cock smiling to himself and licking his lips to clean away the last drop of syrup. Michael both frowned and moaned for that tongue. Lincoln grinned and moved up his body until his lips were close enough he could feel the mans breath flowing down to him...almost as if it was headed back to his lungs again.
"Want a taste baby boy" Lincoln said and Michael groaned in reply shaking his head yes to his masters question. Then suddenly Lincoln’s finger was smearing Chocolate all over his lips and licking his finger obscenely. He groaned and Lincoln took the opportunity to shove his tongue into Michael’s mouth kissing him deeply the chocolate smearing on both their lips. When Linc pulled back to breathe Michael reached out and licked his master's beautiful lips clean with his hungry tongue happy to please his own taste buds. When he had gotten every little bit he could he smiled at his Master and laid back offering his lips to Linc to lick clean and boy did he do so. Michael was in sweet heaven despite the torture Lincoln was using on his body and senses. When Linc had finished his tongue dove back into Michaels mouth and his hand moved down his side and then between them to stroke Michaels dick. Michael groaned into his Masters mouth wishing his could wrap his arms around him and dig his fingers into perfect skin as Lincoln found his road to pleasure through his trembling form. When the hand left his cock Michael just grunted into Lincoln’s mouth and like the little whore his master loved and adored, he bumped his cock against the older mans thigh, now within his reach, and played with Lincolns tongue trying to claim the tastes within that teasing mouth he loved so damn much. When Linc pulled back Michael groaned and looked up at his Master as hands moved up his arms and clasped Michaels own.
"Oh Master...Please...let me please you...you haven’t come all night" He said begging and watching Linc smile at him needily and adoringly. He squeezed Michael’s hands and the praise made Michael's loving smile reach his passion glazed eyes. When he heard metal noise he realized Lincoln had the key and was undoing the cuffs and tossing them aside. He kept Michaels hands above his head but let his fingers dance over and soothe Michael’s wrists as his lips began to assault his neck, nipping, licking and leaving his mark on him.
"UUHH Master....fuck me please" Michael couldn’t stop his lips from begging. His ass was so aching to be filled with that big throbbing organ that was resting, hard, against his thigh and he knew his master must want to come after waiting so long to do so.
"Beg me baby" Lincoln said smiling against Michael’s skin making goose bumps rise where his breath tickled him.
"Oh master...please...want to feel...your cock in me...moving so hard...so fast...using me...for its pleasure...it feels soooo good when you...fuck me...take me please...make me yours...PLEASE MASTER!!!!!!" Michael felt like a dirty little whore under Lincolns control...and he loved it...craved it. Lincoln groaned and he scooted the black bag off the bed with a quick swipe of his hand as his lips crashed hard to Michaels and he flipped them over so Michael was on top. Michael lost himself in the kiss, hungrily moving his lips over Lincoln's until he felt a finger circling his entrance. His lips broke from Linc's in surprise and he moaned as a finger shoved into him firmly and demandingly...Lincoln always demanded reactions as much as actions and Michael was happy to give them. He rocked his body along Linc’s finger his mouth parted as he moaned sexily for his master. "Oh master...hmmmm...yes" Lincoln groaned and Michael smiled. "Master?!" Michael moaned in question as one finger became two, stretching him and doing amazing things to him. 'God damn Linc...uhh' Michael moaned again.
"Yes baby?" Michael had forgotten his question until he was acknowledged...Lincoln was too damn good at playing his body.
"Can I give you your desert now Master?" Michael said looking into eyes.
Lincoln pulled Michael to his ear and whispered in that sexy tone that made Michael crazy with need. He could come to that voice and he often did especially when it was uttering those dirty words that Michael had a thing for. He always got Linc back for those though by using some of his own.
"You’re about to baby boy...what could be better than your tight little ass gripping my cock and you screaming for me" Lincoln was baiting him. Damn him...oooh damn him. Michael groaned and felt another finger push into him. His body was grateful and kept pushing back against the welcome intrusion as he leaned into Linc’s ear teasing it with his lips the way the older man liked as he whispered back to him.
"I can give...you...hmmm...a little something...extra...Master...please...” Michael moaned into his master’s neck as Lincoln’s fingers brushed his prostate just once. When Linc gave his curious permission Michael pulled from Lincoln momentarily and reached into the bedside drawer pulling out a bottle and shaking it front of Lincolns eyes as three fingers thrust back into him making him groan through his smirk. "Your favorite Master" Michael beamed as he watched Lincoln look at him with hunger.
"You naughty little bitch" Linc moaned as he eyed the strawberry syrup dangling from Michaels grasp.
"All for you Master...take me please...use me" Michael backed against the fingers hard in a begging plea and groaned as Lincoln sat up and removed his fingers from him. In an instant Michael was being slammed down onto that big cock he had wanted to badly to fill him. With a loud scream Michael dropped the syrup beside them on the bed and grasped Linc’s shoulders as he struggled to breathe. Linc stilled inside him and when Michael recovered he grabbed the syrup and leaned his body back in Linc’s lap, popped the cap and poured some on his chest and nipples for his master. Linc groaned and fucked Michael lazily as he bent over and with overwhelming want licked up every sensational drop of the sweet red liquid. Michael was torn between thrusting his body even more onto that thick cock that was fucking him too slowly or up against the tongue that was ravishing him as it cleaned his skin of sweet nectar it was busy finding on his chest.
Lincoln in his hunger had already finished lapping it all up and licked his lips as he looked down at Michael all flushed and hot and so damn sexy he was about to blow his load right then. God Michael was so amazing and Linc just couldn’t hold back anymore. He grabbed the bottle of syrup and squirted some into both their mouths and closed it throwing it toward his bag. They both hummed and swallowed the syrup gratefully as Linc pulled Michael up to him kissing him hard as he began fucking the boy, moving faster and deeper into him. Lincoln absorbed every one of Michaels moans as they tasted each others mouths, syrup and all, and grabbed his hips slamming up into him the way he and Michael both liked.
Michael broke away when Lincoln found his prostate and his hands flung around him and fingers dug into skin as he rode Lincoln’s big cock, screaming like a slut for his master.
"GOD MASTER YES!!!!....FUCK ME HARDER...SOOO GOOD..."
"You like that don’t you baby...riding my cock and moaning like a whore" 'Damn it Lincoln!' God Michael was so hot and so close to the edge he desperately yearned to tip over it.
"YES!!! ugghhhh....oh master...love riding...yourr...cock...feellsss soo good...OH GOD...RIGHT THERE MASTER....UGGHHH...FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Michael lost it, feeling Linc shift and hit his spot every time sending sparks of heat and pleasure through every system of his body. He just moaned and screamed and let Lincoln pound his meat into him as he sped toward his own needed release.
Lincoln bit his lip and fucked Michael hard both of them making grunting noises as the pleasure just continued to build. Michael had been reduced to 'master!' and 'fuck!' and Lincoln could feel that tightening in his balls and his stomach fluttering with the anticipation of coming. Lincoln wanted to see Michael come....needed to...god Michael!
"Come with me baby boy" Lincoln moaned as he held Michael tight and they both groaned. Michael was panting and the second he felt Lincoln starting to come he let himself go and his body tightened around Lincolns larger, sheltering one.
"MASTER...OH GOD YES!!!!!!!" Michael was shivering with his release and sweating from the heat, a drop dripping from his forehead as he pressed his face into Linc’s shoulder.
Lincoln, as soon as he felt Michael tight around his cock, came hard, shooting into the boy in never ending spasms. He thrusted one last time and they both screamed with the aftershock before they both just sat there in each others arms their pulses trying to find anything close to a normal rate. Their bodies relaxed, the sweat dried due to the cooling air flowing from the vent, their hearts slowed from their marathon racing level, and they breathed in and out to please their lungs.
Michael moaned when Linc pulled out of him and he smiled and purred as Linc removed his collar and placed it on the nightstand. He moved away from Michael for a moment and reached to the floor where his bag had landed grabbing one more thing out of it. His baby boy smiled happily when he saw what Linc grabbed and he moved to sit in Lincs lap again.
"Now for your favorite baby" He reached into the jar and pulled out a cherry and moved to feed it to Michael as he smiled. Lincoln watched his eyes close as he savored it and then closed the jar and threw it gently back to his bag.
Michaels arms and legs tightened around Lincoln enjoying the feel of being there and he gazed at Linc like a cat stares at a mouse. When Linc's eyebrows rose in curiosity Michael pounced and knocked them down and pressed his lips to Lincolns in a passionate kiss before snuggling into his arms ready to sleep again. Lincoln laughed lightly and then just held Michael in his arms turning them on their sides and running his hand through Michael’s hair lovingly. When his hair grew out like this he always looked so youthful...Sometimes Lincoln just couldn’t stop looking at him. He was perfect.
"I love you Michael...so much" Linc said as he kissed the sleepy form's forehead.
"I love you too Lincoln....sleepy sleep now?" Michael looked up at him tired but with happiness and love in his half closed blue eyes.
"Yes sleepy sleep now...good night baby" Linc looked down at the boy in his arms already half asleep and couldn’t explain the love that warmed his heart.
"Good...night...Linc...loveyou" Michael yawned, very cutely and his eyes shut as he clung to Lincoln and rested his head over his heart. Lincoln just smiled and soon fell asleep himself.