Addicted

Notes
-mUkE sE.x

-really chill se.x tbh, not much talking is involved. So like, more details because of the lack of dialogue.

-this was experimental because someone told me my imagines were 99% talk and 1% smut. Shoutout to you because I can write smut without dialogue.

Luke's point of view

Me and Michael sat on our balcony, cigarettes between our fingers and beer bottles on the table beside us. The sight of the late night LA city was before us and silence was among us.

No words needed to be spoken. No music needed to be played. No show had to be turned on. It was just me and him, enjoying the company of one another and the comforting smell of burning Malboros mixed with Jack Daniels.

Michael blew his smoke at me and I looked at him. He pressed his lips against mine and I kissed him back. Like me, he tasted of Jack Daniels and cigarettes.

He deepened the kiss before I could pull away and I just hummed, smashing the now burned out cigarette on to the ashtray between us. My hand ran through his soft, colorful hair and our tongues danced together. His right hand was on the back of my head and his left was on my cheek, carressing my skin with his thumb ever-so softly.

His teeth tugged on my lip ring slightly, causing a small whimper to leave me. I ran one of my hands through his colorful hair, tugging on it as I tilted his head back. I broke the kiss, letting my lips trail his jawline, his stubble tickling my skin as I did.

He let out a breathy moan as I sucked on his neck, biting down on it before I ran my tongue over the soon-to-be bruised skin. I used my free hand to slid up his chest and cup his neck in my hand lightly, not enough to choke him but enough to move him however I wanted.

I pulled away and he looked at me with those large, gorgeous green eyes of his. In the moonlight they seemed to shine so much more, and though they were extremely beautiful, it couldn't compare to they way they shined a vibrant green in the sunlight.

I let go of his neck and then grabbed his hands. I guided him on to my lap and he took a seat, watching to see what I would do next. Rather than touching him, I reached over and opened the cigarette pack and pulled one out. Michael took hold of the lighter and then lit it for me.

I placed it between his lips and once he pulled away, it was between mine. I turned my head to blow the smoke away, though Michael just tilted his head back. I took that as a chance to kiss his neck and then let my hand cup his neck once again. He left it and I placed my lips on his throat as I placed the cigarette between his lips.

I placed open mouthed kisses on his neck, not minding the slight stubble he had. I sucked a little on his adam's apple, to which he whimpered at again. The smell of cigarettes clouded our two bodies, but we didn't mind. We've grown to love the smell.

As soon as I pulled away, he placed the half burned out cigarette between my lips. I breathed in some of the toxins as he grinded down on me and threw my head back as I breathed them out. I could feel my jeans growing tighter and I looked at Michael, who's lips were pulled into a slight smirk.

I flicked some of the ash off of the tip of our cigarette and smiled at the boy who dragged his hands down my shirtless torso. It was hot out tonight, so my shirt was not necessarily needed. He was a bit insecure of his body, so he had kept one on, but he knew it was coming off now.

His dull nails scratched down my torso as I unbuttoned the buttons to his red flannel. He shrugged the shirt off and I tossed it on the chair beside us. I grabbed his bottle of Jack Daniels and took a swing. He took the bottle from me and then did the same before setting it on the table.

I tapped the side of his thigh, and he got off of me. I pushed him down on to the chair and I watched as he sucked his stomach in. I frowned and got on my knees. I placed a kiss on his chest and then trailed them down his pale upper torso.

He wasn't tanned, nor was he toned. His arms weren't full of muscle and he didn't have abs. He was extremely pale, almost a vampire pale. His arms had a slight giggle to them when they moved and so did his stomach, but that didn't matter to me. He didn't need abs, large biceps, or perfectly tanned skin for me to worship his body.

As I kissed back up, I slid a hand through his hair and pressed my lips agaisnt his. Though we had a lot to drink, we weren't drunk. We were well aware of what was going on. This wasn't just out of hormones. This was out of love, passion, and so much more. The kiss had everything in it, lust, love, passion, want, etcetera.

The kiss was to make sure he knew he was beautiful. To show I didn't care if he didn't have the body of some Calvin Klein model. I loved him for who he was, and he didn't need to be ashamed for any single aspect of who he is. He's perfect to me. He may not see it, nor may others, but I do.

I unbuttoned his jeans and he raised his hips off of the chair so I could take the denim off of him. I pulled them down his hips ans then down his long legs. I tossed them aside once they were off ans then palmed him through his grey boxer briefs.

A gasp escaped his lips, but other than that, silence between us. I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and he raised his hips once again so I could pull them off. I placed the fabric by his jeans and turned my attention towards the boy in front of me.

I licked my dry lips and then leaned forward, placing a kiss on the tip. I wrapped my lips around the tip of his co.ck, swirling my tongue around him as I applied a bit of suction on the tip, licking the bits of prec.um that was there. He tangled his fingers in my hair and quiet groans left his lips.

I put my hands behind my back, lacing my fingers together and bobbed my head down slightly. I looked up and saw he was chugging down some of his Jack Daniels. I kept my eyes on him, watching as his adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed the drink down.

I hummed around him and his hand in my hair tightened slightly as a moan of my name filled the air. My co.ck twitched in my pants and I looked at Michael who had his head thrown back. A few purple and red bruises littered his neck and I hummed again, aching to grab his neck and leave more.

I pulled him out of my mouth and pressed my tongue along the underside, applying more pressure on the vein that ran along his co.ck. I took one of his balls in my mouth and sucked, then did the same to the other one.

When I finally had my lips around him again, I was aching to be touched, though I wasn't going to touch myself. I gagged a bit as Michael bucked his hips, but I didn't mind, and I knew it felt good for him. I took more of him than I thought I could and he let out a loud grunt as the muscles in my throat contracted around him.

I hummed while he was buried deep in my throat and as soon as tears fell, I pulled my mouth off of him so I could take a breather. Michael tilted my head up and wiped my tears away as I swirled my tongue around the slit on the top of his co.ck.

His hand reached down and grabbed my shoulders, pushing me away. I looked up at him and he helped me up. His fingers played with the button on my jeans and then then he yanked them down my legs, along with my boxer briefs.

He pushed me down into the chair and I watched as he pulled my jeans all the way off. As he did, I grabbed a cigarette and lit it. He kitten licked the tip of my co.ck and I hissed in pleasure as I placed the cigarettes between my lips.

I breathed in as Michael swirled his tongue around my tip and then I blew it out as he placed me in his mouth, taking me in faster than I had done to him. I slid my hands into his hair and tugged as I leaned back and watched him take more of me into his mouth.

Michael's hands cupped my balls and I groaned at the sudden action. He gave them a small squeeze and I gasped as I flicked the ash off of my cigarette. I could feel his gaze on me and so I looked down, capturing his green eyes in my blue ones.

We didn't break eye connection for awhile, until he decided to deepthroat me. My head threw back and I groaned as I gripped his hair tightly in my hand. My hips bucked and he gagged terribly around me as I apologized. He pulled away and wiped his chin since he had spit dripping down his face.

He licked up the underside of my co.ck and pressed the tip of his tongue against the vein, just like how I had done to him. I smashed the cigarette into the ash tray and I groaned as he took me back into his mouth again. He swallowed around me as if I was his favorite drink and I grunted out profanity loudly.

His teeth barely scratched the soft skin of my tip and I let out a grunt of his name. I threw my head back but as soon as I felt myself about to c.um, I leaned forward and pushed him off of me, causing him to look up at me since I just stood up.

I placed three of my fingers on his lips and he parted them. He sucked on my fingers, coating them in his saliva since neither of us were going to be going inside to get the lube.

I stood him up when he was finished and then turned him around. I bent him over and told him to grab the railing of our balcony. He did as I said and I massaged his a.ss with the hand that was dry.

I spread his a.ss cheeks apart and then slowly pushed one finger into him. A gasp escaped his lips and I slid my free hand up and down his spine. Goosebumps covered his arms and he threw his head back as I moved my finger and and out of him.

He was so tight around my finger, it made me wonder how I even fit inside of him. His body pushed back against my finger, silently begging me to push it in deeper, and so I did. My free hand stayed on the small of his back, tracing circles on his smooth, pale skin.

I placed a second finger against his hole and slowly, carefully, pushed it inside of him. A groan escaped his lips and I stopped once I was knuckles deep into the boy. His head was thrown back and I just wished I could see us from a different perspective.

I'd love to see how his body reacted. To watch as he pushed back against me. To see as his face screwed shut and his back arched inwards. I'm one hundred positive it'd be such an amazing sight to see. A huge turn on.

I scissored my fingers, spreading them apart so he could get more stretched out. His soft moans and groans filled the air, along with the sounds of rustling leaves from nearby trees and bushes. You could see the cars zooming by on the far away streetways and the way the city was lit up in the dark of the night.

Though it was such a beautiful sight, the was Michael looked was much, much better. I gave a smile full of admiration towards him though he couldn't see it and leaned forward, pressing our skin together.

He leaned back and I placed a kiss on his jawline. I wrapped my hand around his shoulder and one of his hands were tangled through my hair. I pulled away and he turned his head so he could look at me.

I placed a kiss on his red lips and he kissed me back immediately. His lips parted into a gasp as I curled my fingers up inside of him and I slipped my tongue into his mouth, muffling the sound before it could end. He tugged on my hair and he soon pulled away from the kiss.

Once he pulled away, I did aswell. The warmth of our bodies pressed together left and I gave him one last thrust of my fingers before I pulled them out. I grabbed ahold of my co.ck and then ran it along his a.ss.

A whimper and plead left his lips as he bucked his hips towards me. I pressed forward, slipping just the head of myself into him. I saw as his knuckles turned white around the railing of our balcony gate and how his muscles in his arms tightened.

I pushed myself into him a little bit more, finding both pleasure and concern from the groan that escaped his lips. I stopped, but the buck of his hips and pleading sound that escaped his lips edged me further.

Once I was balls deep inside of him, we had both allowed groans and grunts to leave our parted lips. I grunted out of how tight he was and he groaned at how filled up he was. We fell together so perfectly, others would be jealous.

We weren't a perfect couple however. We fought and we argued. We had even broken up a few times, but the fact we're here, and together, is what makes this perfect. He needed me and I needed him. He was my nicotine and I was his alcohol. We were addicted to many things, and the fact one of them was each other, was amazing.

I slowly, and ever-so gently rocked my hips into his, feeling his muscles squeeze around me so tightly. I groaned and threw my head back as the grip on his waist tightened.

I leaned forward, moving my hips still so slowly into him so he could get used to the feeling, and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. He took one hand off of the railing and reached behind him, scratching his nails into my back.

I let out a moan at the mixture of pleasure and pain as his nails dug into my skin and then his hand left. I used my free hand to grab his hand in mine and then laced our fingers together. I pressed our intertwined hands against his chest as our bodies moved together.

His head rolled back into my shoulder and I slid my free hand up his side. A breathy moan escaped his lips and soon my hand was around his throat again. I kept his body up with my arms and his hand that was once on the railing, left.

He tangled it in my hair and tugged on it. He pressed a kiss to my jaw and I fluttered my eyes shut at the contact. He kissed down my jaw and then left open mouthed kisses on my neck. I tilted my neck to the left as he sucked on my neck, allowing him more access to do whatever he pleased.

His teeth grazed over my skin and I let out a breathy moan. I squeezed his hand that was still in mine and then he bit down on my neck slightly at a particular thrust of my hips. I sighed in pleasure and then opened my eyes.

I let go of his hand and trailed it down his stomach. I grabbed ahold of his co.ck and then ran my thumb over the head. He gasped and pulled away from my neck and he moaned. His arms wrapped around my neck and I turned my head to I could place a kiss on a spot right under his ear.

I sucked on it as he moaned as I did. I ran my tongue over the skin and tightened my grip around him. A gust of cold air blew, contrasting from the warm atmosphere, but the warmth of our bodies as enough to keep us hot still.

I moved my hand around his co.ck to the same pace as I rocked my hips. I could feel myself about to c.um, however, I wasn't going to until he had. He always has to reach his climax before I do. I can never have that release before my partner does. Its a rule I live by and will continue to do so until the grave.

Michael's breathing soon grew uneven and his eyes were squeezed shut. Whimpers and moans of my name fell from his lips and I looked at the boy. He told me he was so close to cu.mming and he looked at me as he said that.

We gazed into each other's eyes as I edged him further and further to the brink of ecstasy. With one final thrust towards his pro.state and twist of the wrist, I had him cu.mming into my hand and on to his stomach.

I watched as his jaw dropped and his eyes screwed shut. It was glorious. The face he made when he came was just the best thing ever and if I could, I would have snapped a photo of it.

I grunted as his muscles clenched around me tightly and I burrowed my face into his neck as I came, a low groan escaping my lips and possibly tickling his neck. I heard a gasp and then a coo as I came inside of him.

We stayed like this for a bit, me inside of him and my head buried in his neck. However, we had to pull away sometime and it would be better if it was sooner rather than later.

I pulled away from his body and pulled out of Michael. He gasped again at the empty feeling and then he turned around, wrapping his arms around my neck. "I love you to the moon and back Luke." He told me and I smiled back at him.

"I love you to the moon and back Michael."