Who: Billy and Michael What: Saying the L word When: A few days after they got together Where: Around the TARDIS Rating: High Status: Closed
A few days later, Michael was still in a bit of a daze. Billy was his boyfriend. Billy Elliot. He kept expecting to wake up, like, or to have it … stop, or something. But no, he’d woken up with Billy again. Billy had gone back to practicing, and he’d gone with him. He didn’t mind sitting in the corner while Billy practiced. He’d brought a book but wasn’t really reading it. Watching Billy was much more interesting.
He was incredible. Not just because he looked fucking gorgeous, but because he was so happy. He’d probably forgotten Michael was even in the room, he was completely lost in his dancing. Michael smiled as he watched him, as much in love with Billy as Billy was with dancing.
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Billy has taken a short break from dancing when him and Michael has gotten together but had started to get back to it. He really did need to keep practicing.
He moved with perfect grace and was completed fluid moving from step to step, forgetting the world as he got lost in his movements. He loved this so much. The feeling he got every time he danced hadn't changed since he was eleven.
He finished en pointe, panting and smiled widely. He couldn't imagine not dancing.
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Michael’s chest tightened as Billy smiled. He smiled too, biting his lip as he started to applaud. He gave a wolf whistle as he finished, beaming over at him.
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Billy jumped. He had forgotten Michael was there. He looked over at him, smiling. He moved to his feet and balanced on one leg, moving his other leg over his head, completely straight. He might have been showing off a bit for Michael with that. He grinned over at him in that position.
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Michael raised an eyebrow, looking at the way his leg extended all the way up. Jesus, he was amazing.
He smirked, looking back down to meet Billy’s eyes. “Stop showing off, ya twat,” he said fondly.
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Billy moved back to both his feet and walked over to Michael. "Thought you'd like to know how flexible I am," he said, winking at him.
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Michael got to his feet. “Well, not saying I don’t like it, like,” he said with a grin. He reached out to tug Billy closer, not caring that he was all sweaty. He was just so fucking hot. He kissed him firmly.
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"Good, I want ya to like it," he said. Billy moved closer to him and kissed him back eagerly. "I'm all sweaty like," he murmured against his lips.
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“Yeah, you’re fucking disgusting,” Michael murmured back, sucking on his lower lip and not letting him go. He didn’t care, this felt too good.
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"Shut up ya wanker," he said, grinning as he said it. He kissed him again.
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Michael grinned as his chest tightened. He kissed Billy for a long minute. He pulled back, opened his mouth slightly then clamped it closed, biting his lip. No. He couldn't. He stepped back a bit. “Should let ya get back to showing off.”
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Billy furrowed his brow. "What's that face for?" he asked.
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He smiled. “What face? Nowt wrong with my face, ya twat,” he said, poking Billy's chest lightly.
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"Michael," he said, in a tone that suggested he didn't believe him. "You looked like ya wanted to say something but didn't."
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Michael gave a slight laugh. “Yeah, I was going to say ya do stink, and it was too much.” He grinned at him, hoping he was convincing. He hoped he hadn't been too obvious all the other times he'd almost said it.
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Billy rolled his eyes. "Ye've had that face when I wasn't stinky." Hd moved back a bit.
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“Well, maybe you didn't think ya were…” Michael said teasingly.
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"Piss off, ya twat," he said, moving to the bar. "You sure there's nowt you want to say?"
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Michael winced as he looked down, biting his lip. “Nah. Nowt.”
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"Michael, you're biting yer lip again," he said. "Look, there's nowt you can't say to me, like. Ye're me boyfriend." --
Michael sighed heavily. “Jesus, Billy. Pushy bastard, you are.”
He bit his lip again, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket and walking over to him. He took a deep breath. “It's just - I fucking - I love ya, that's all, and it's too fucking soon but. You made me. So.”
He looked at his feet, not wanting to look up now.
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Billy grinned at him and walked over to him. He took hold of the collar of Michael's jacket and rested his forehead against his. "I love ya too, ya tosser."
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Michael lifted his eyes to Billy's. He smiled. “Yeah? Really, like?”
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"Course I do. You're Michael. You were me best mate and know ye're me boyfriend, like. Course I fucking love ya, ya daft sod."
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Michael poked him in the chest, giving a strangled laugh. “Piss off,” he said. “We've been together four fucking days. I didn't feel like i could say it. I've loved ya since we were nine, I never stopped.”
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"Ya said ya'd gotten over me, ya fucking liar," he said, a grin on his face, as he tried to lighten the mood.
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“Yeah well. I fucking tried. Thought I had until I saw ya again.” He wrapped his arms around him and pressed closer. “It's just - this feels too good, like, ya know?”
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"Yeah, but like.... I'm not gonna hurt ya, like. You're still me best mate. And me boyfriend and like.... Ya make us happy, like."
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Michael nodded. “I know. It's not - I know ya won't. But I'm so scared I'll lose this again. I'm so fucking happy, Billy.” He gripped Billy's hips desperately.
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He leaned forward and kissed Michael softly. "Ya won't lose us. Not while we're ere. And when we get back after like we can work something out."
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Michael kissed him back, his desperation bubbling to the surface. He nodded.
“I'll come down London. Won't get rid of me now,” he said with a small smile.
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He wound his arms around him and kissed him hungrily.
"Yeah? Ya'd move to London for me?" he asked.
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“Course I would,” Michael said. “I'll get to see you on stage."
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Billy grinned. "Yeah, ya would. Hoping to make principal sometime soon," he said.
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“Course ya will,” Michael said proudly. He ran his hand up and down his back. “You're… You're so fucking special, Billy.”
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Billy ducked his head and smiled. "Cheers, Michael."
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He kissed him softly, tugging him close. “Love ya,” he murmured against Billy's lips.
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"Love ya too," he said, kissing him back hungrily. He placed his hands on Michael's hips, and started to sway them in time with his own. "Fancy a dance?"
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Michael grinned widely. “I'd fucking love one.” He stepped back and curtsied to him. “Show me how it's done, then.”
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Billy grinned and took his hand and placed one on his hip. "Follow me lead." He started to move.
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Michael held on to Billy, following his movements, leaning against him and letting Billy spin him. He liked to dance, but they didn't do this down Canal Street.
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"Ye're not half bad at this," he said, teasingly.
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“Piss off,” he replied, grinning. “You should know I've got fucking amazing rhythm by now.”
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He spun him and then pulled him close, kissing him.
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Michael grinned against his lips, kissing him back deeply.
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"Too fucking distracting, ya are," he said."
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Michael laughed, sliding his hand from Billy’s hip to squeeze his arse. “Well, any time ya want to practice being all flexible like, ya know where I am.”
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"Yeah, I do," he said, grinning. He moved his own hands to Michael's arse.
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Michael started to sway his hips, like he would if they were dancing in a club back home. He pressed close to BIlly, leaning in to lick along his neck slowly.
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Billy shuddered and clutched the back of his jacket. "Michael," he gasped.
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Micheal sucked on his neck lightly, smiling. “Too distracting? Should I let ya finish practicing?” he murmured.
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He clutched his jacket tighter. "Ya wanker."
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Michael winked at him. “Seriously, I’ll let ya finish if ya need to.”
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Billy looked torn. "Would ya be mad if I did finish the dancing like?" He wasn't sure if Michael was serious.
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Michael smiled fondly and kissed him. “God, Billy, I love ya. Course not. On you go.” He kissed him again, then headed back to the corner.
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"Love ya, too," he said. He kissed him back and then walked into the centre of the room and started to move, wanting to make sure it was worth Michael's wait, wanting to make him proud.
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Michael crossed his legs and leaned against the wall, smiling widely as he watched Billy dance. He could do this for hours. He just … he loved Billy so much.
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Billy danced and danced and danced, smiling now because he knew Michael was watching.
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“Not bad,” he said with a proud grin.
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Billy was covered in sweat now and panting. "Not bad? I fuckig nailed it, didn't I?"
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“Yeah, ya did.” He got to his feet. “God, watching you dance is so fucking sexy.”
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"Yeah, I can tell," he said, smirking.
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Michael poked his chest. “Well, if ya can, what are ya going to do about it?” he asked, grinning at Billy. He hesitated a second, then looked him over. “Whatever it is, it should be in the shower.”
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"Oh fuck off," he said, grinning at him. "Come on then, let's go."
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“I'll join you like,” he said, grinning at him. He took his hand, tugging Billy out of the room and back towards his room. Billy’s room, that was. He hadn’t been into his for longer than to get dressed since they got together.
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"Ya'd better," he said. Billy walked out of the room, glad his bedroom wasn't that far. He opened the door and went straight into the bathroom, turning the shower on. He turned back to Michael and bent down to untie his shoes, tugging them off before he peeled off his ballet pants.
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Michael helped him tug them off. They weren't that different to tights, and he'd had plenty of practice with those. He pushed down Billy's underwear (which somehow looked both strangely sexy and … Not) before starting to take off his clothes too.
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"Shake those hips, Michael," he said, teasingly, as Michael tugged his clothes off and grinning when he remember Michael saying that to him when they were kids.
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Michael grinned, shoving his skirt down. “Shut up ya poof,” he said, standing in front of Billy, wearing only the red lacy knickers Billy had picked out the other day.
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Billy's eyes widened. "Didn't I say ya'd look fucking gorgeous in those," he said.
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Michael grinned. “Yeah. Ya did.” He winked and slipped them off. “But come on. Let's get you all squeaky clean.”
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He stepped into the shower and ran a hand through his hair as the water ran through it and down his chest.
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Michael looked at him for a second or two. “Fucking gorgeous,” he said with a smile before he stepped inside the shower.
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"Yeah, ya are," he said, tugging Michael close and kissing him hungrily.
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Michael laughed even as he pressed his lips to Billy's, kissing him deeply. He was so happy. He loved Billy. And it was going to be okay. He really felt like it was going to be okay.
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Billy wrapped his arms around him and moved his hands down to grope his ass, pressing against him.
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Michael moaned against his lips, turning them so he was pressing Billy against the wall, sucking firmly on his lower lip.
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Billy wriggled out of his grasp for a moment and turned around, leaning against the shower wall, bending slightly so his arse was sticking out more. "Fuck me, Michael."
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Michael moaned, sliding his fingers over Billy’s arse, staring down at it. It was fucking beautiful, and he shuddered. He hadn’t fucked Billy yet. God, the thought of it was so fucking hot, though.
“Yeah?” he asked, sliding his fingers lightly against Billy’s entrance. “You want me to?”
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"Yeah, I do. Though fuck, no lube," he said. He shuddered at the feel of Michael's fingers against his entrance.
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“It’s just in the room, I’ll go get it.” He pinched Billy’s arse before he stepped back, heading out into the room. He dripped water everywhere but he didn’t give a fuck. He came back into the bathroom with the lube and climbed back into the shower. He set it down and pressed up agianst Billy, sliding an arm around his waist and pulling him close. He kissed the back of his neck softly. “Before I fuck you, there is something else I promised ya I’d do,” he murmured in Billy’s ear. “Maybe I should start there…”
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Billy gasped when he punched his arse. He missed Michael while he was gone and shivered, leaning against him when he came back in. He shuddered. "Fucking hell."
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Michael grinned, licking the spot just below his ear before moving, dropping down to his knees. He dug his fingers into Billy’s arse, leaning in to sink his teeth into the flesh of each cheek in turn.
“Jesus, Billy, this arse isn’t fair,” he said.
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He growled loudly when Michael sunk his teeth into his arse. "Fuck, Michael." He grinned when Michael said it wasn't fair. "Would ya rather I didn't have it?" he asked, teasingly.
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Michael laughed. “Fuck no.” He pressed a smacking kiss to each cheek, and then nudged Billy’s legs apart, spreading him open before he leaned in to press his tongue against his entrance lightly.
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Billy spread his legs as much as he could and groaned when Michael pressed his tongue against his entrance. "Fuck."
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“Soon,” Michael said teasingly, then leaned forward again, touching his tongue against Billy. He was going to take him apart, like he’d promised, and then he was going to fuck him. He pressed his tongue firmly against him, getting used to not having anything between them. He was so glad he’d never had this with anyone else. He never wanted to be this close to anyone else. Just Billy.
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He groaned hotly, his cock twitching when He pressed his tongue firmly against him. "Jesus fucking Christ," he growled.
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Michael dug his fingers into Billy’s hips, pressing closer, sliding the tip of his tongue inside Billy. This was so good, so primal, and he’d always loved how boys reacted when he had them like this. And it was Billy, now, that still seemed so fucking surreal. But perfect. So perfect.
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Billy let out a strangled cry when he slid his tongue inside him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck."
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That was it, right there. Michael kept going, working his tongue against him, licking around the entrance, wanting to drive him crazy, to make him feel so fucking good.
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Billy was so turned on, he was going to come soon. Nobody has never done this with him before and it felt so fucking good. "Fuck. Jesus. Michael. Love ya. Love ya so fucking much."
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Michael whimpered, reaching for the lube. He slicked up his fingers and pulled back. “Love ya too,” he said with a grin, tugging Billy along the wall a bit so they weren't under the spray of water. He pressed his finger slowly inside Billy as he got to his feet.
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Billy groaned hotly. "Fucking hell, Michael." Nobody had ever done this to him before either. He hadn't trusted anyone enough. But this was Michael.
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Michael leaned in to kiss his neck as he worked his finger inside him, opening him up.
“So fucking tight, Billy,” he murmured.
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"Course I am," he gasped. He couldn't believe how good this felt.
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“Everything about your arse is perfect,” he murmured, slowly adding a second finger.
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"Fucking hell, Michael. That feels so fucking good. Fuck," he moaned.
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“Course it does.”
He worked steadily, pressing his fingers into Billy firmly. He curled his fingers slightly, kissing along Billy's neck.
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Billy leaned his head against the wall, letting out a strangled cry when Michael curled his fingers.
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Michael grinned against his skin. “Like that, do ya love?” He curled his fingers again as he bit into Billy's shoulder lightly.
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Billy let out an umph, not able to think enough to actually speak and groaned loudly when Michael did it again.
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Michael grinned. “Should’ve done this sooner.”
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"Yeah," he gasped. "Fuck, Michael."
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He smiled. “Never done this bareback,” he said. “So glad it's with you.”
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"Never done this before," he moaned. "So glad it's with you, too."
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Michael's eyes widened and his fingers paused for a second. “Seriously? Fuck, Billy. Should’ve said.” He wrapped his free arm around Billy's waist and pulled him close, nuzzling his neck. This was so huge, and Michael was so happy Billy had asked him.
“I love you, Billy,” he murmured in his ear, as he started to move his fingers again.
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"Never found anyone I trusted enough, did I?" he asked.
"Love ya too, ya wanker," he said, moaning at the feel of Michael's fingers.
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Michael's heart grew about three sizes at that. “God, Billy…” He kissed Billy's neck firmly. He loved him so much.
“Ready for me, then?” He murmured.
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He smiled when Michael kissed his neck.
"I. Go on then," he said.
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Michael had to move his hand away to squeeze out some lube, but he pressed his fingers back inside him as he slicked up his cock. When he was ready he shifted, pressing the tip of his cock to Billy's entrance.
“I fucking love you, Billy,” he murmured in Billy's ear as he slowly pushed inside him.
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He cried out loudly when Michael pushed inside him. "Love ya too. Fuck. So fucking much," he gasped.
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Michael pressed against his back, burying himself inside him and just - holding there, wrapping his arms tightly around Billy.
“Jesus you feel fucking incredible,” he gasped. “Billy.”
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"Michael. Fuck. Does it always feel this good?" he asked. It felt so amazing.
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He took a deep breath, shuddering, then shook his head slightly. “Only with you,” he murmured. “Only with you, Billy…”
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"Yeah? Something special about the way I do it?" he asked, grinning but letting out a low moan after.
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Michael nodded, gripping his hip tightly and pressing inside him as deep as he could. “Everything's special with you, ya twat.” He kissed Billy's neck softly.
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He moaned against when Michael kissed his neck. "Same," he said.
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Michael smiled. “Are ya okay? I'm gonna move now…” He murmured.
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"Yeah, yeah I'm okay," he said. He was so glad Michael was the one doing this.
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Michael kissed his shoulder and gripped his hips, moving back and pulling out of him slightly, pushing back in slowly, wanting to work his way up.
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Billy let out a loud groan. "Fuck. Shit. Christ. Michael," he gasped.
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Michael kept moving steadily, grinning. “God, Billy. You feel fucking amazing.”
Michael grinned, his breathing harsh. He moved a little faster, reaching one hand around to wrap around Billy’s cock lightly.
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"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST," Billy cried out. It felt too good, he wouldn't last much longer.
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Michael grinned, moving faster, feeling sure Billy could take it. He gripped his hip tightly with one hand, starting to stroke him loosely with the other.
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"Fuck, Michael. Can't. I can't," he gasped, trying to say he couldn't last much longer.
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Michael grinned, feeling it build. “I can fucking feel it Billy. Do it, come, so I can come inside ya,” he gasped in Billy’s ear. He moved faster, harder, getting desperate.
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He couldn't hold off, not when Michael was talking like that. He cried out loudly and came hard all over Michael's hand.
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Michael moaned, feeling Billy tighten around him, hearing him cry out like that. He shouted Billy’s name as he gave into it, coming hard as his fingers dug even deeper into the skin of Billy’s hip.
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Billy slumped against the wall of the shower, panting hard. He was completely worn out.
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Michael gasped, nuzzling his shoulder. “Fucking hell.” He rubbed his hand over Billy’s hip and grinned. “Fucking amazing.”
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"Yeah. Though I think I need to lie down before I fucking collapse."
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Michael laughed breathlessly. “Oh, really?” He grinned, a little smug. He’d never really exhausted Billy before. He had decent stamina, but … not compared to Billy.
“Right, just a second, we can clean up here,” he said. He stepped back and grabbed the shower head, quickly cleaning them both up and then stepping out of the shower, reaching for a towel to dry off.
“Howay, to bed,” he said, smiling and holding out a towel to Billy.
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He took the towel from Michael and dried off, walking to the bed and collapsing. "Fuck," he said.
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Michael grinned and crawled in beside him, tugging up the blankets around them. “All right?” he asked, sliding a hand along Billy’s back and pulling him close.
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He looked over at Michael. "Fuck," he repeated. "That was fucking amazing." He nuzzled close to Michael. "Lost a part of my virginity to ya, didn't I?"
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Michael chuckled. “Yeah, ya did. Sorry I don’t have any left for you.”
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He laughed. "Ye're alright. I couldn't expect ya ta wait around for me."
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Michael kissed him softly. “Never told anyone I loved them before. So there’s that.”
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He looked up at him. "Never? Were ya ever in love before?"
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Michael grinned. “Yeah. With some twat I’ve known since before I could walk,” he said teasingly.
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"Yeah? I have a feeling it'll work out for ya," he said, snuggling against him again.
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Michael laughed softly. “We’ll see. So far, it’s all right.” He kissed Billy again, sliding his hand up and down his back gently.
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Billy smiled and kissed him back. "Love you," he murmured.
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Michael grinned against his lips. “Love you too. Sleep, go on.” He held him close.
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Billy nodded. "Yeah," he said, closing his eyes. He needed to rest.