Chapter Text
"Come on, Mike," Kevin teased, his voice low and playful, "You can do better than that."
Mike, dressed in a form-fitting jumpsuit that was supposed to be a sleek black, but was now marred by a glaring tear, chuckled and rolled his eyes. "You're one to talk, you can't even touch your toes without looking like a pretzel."
"That's why you're the acrobat and I'm the one who makes sure you don't break your neck," Kevin shot back, his grin broadening. His hands, strong and steady, were already moving to the rip in Mike's jumpsuit. His fingers traced the edges, feeling the soft fabric give way even more, revealing the smooth skin beneath.
Mike's breath hitched as he felt the cool air kiss his exposed flesh. "You're enjoying this a bit too much," he murmured, his cheeks flushing a shade darker than his usual post-performance glow.
Kevin's eyes danced with mischief as he leaned closer, his breath warm against Mike's thigh. "Just making sure you're okay," he said, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to vibrate through Mike's bones.
With a sudden movement, Kevin's mouth was on him, kissing the sensitive skin along the inside of his leg. Mike's muscles tensed, and he sucked in a sharp breath. The sensation was unexpected, a thrilling jolt of pleasure that shot straight to his core.
Mike's hand flew to his mouth to stifle a moan, his eyes wide with surprise. He had never felt anything like this before, not even in the most intimate moments he had shared with his previous partners.
The tip of Kevin's tongue slid along the slit of Mike's jumpsuit, tasting the slick that had gathered there. Mike's body responded instinctively, his legs parting slightly to give Kevin better access. The sound of fabric tearing filled the room, but it was lost in the symphony of Mike's gasps.
Kevin looked up, his eyes locking onto Mike's. The hunger in his gaze was unmistakable, and Mike felt his heart race in response. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the electric tension that crackled in the air.
And then, without warning, Kevin's mouth was on him, kissing, licking, exploring. Mike's eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a strangled cry of pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, a sweet agony that he never wanted to end.
The taste of Mike's slick was intoxicating, and Kevin's tongue delved deeper, eager to explore every inch of him. Mike's hips jerked upwards, seeking more, and Kevin's hands moved to hold him steady, keeping him in place as he took his time, savoring every drop of his desire.
The fabric of the jumpsuit was torn away completely, leaving Mike's count completely out and about. Kevin took a moment to appreciate the sight, his eyes devouring Mike's quivering body. The scent of arousal was potent, and it only made his own need grow stronger. He didn't waste any time, lowering his mouth to Mike's cunt and licking up the length of his slit, taking in the sweet, musky flavor that was uniquely Mike's.
Mike's thighs trembled around his head as Kevin worked, his tongue tracing patterns that had Mike's toes curling in pleasure. Each stroke was met with a whimper, each kiss eliciting a shiver that ran down Mike's spine. Kevin felt a thrill of power, knowing that he had Mike at his mercy, that he could make him feel like this with just the touch of his tongue.
The sound of their breathing grew heavier, the room echoing with the wet sounds of Kevin's ministrations. Mike's hips rocked against his face, seeking more, and Kevin was all too happy to give it. He slipped a finger inside, feeling Mike's walls clench around him, and the gasp that tore from Mike's throat was music to his ears.
As Kevin explored Mike's depths with his tongue and fingers, he could feel Mike's body tightening, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. The tension was palpable, and Kevin knew that he was close to pushing him over the edge. He added a second finger, curling them just so, and Mike's moans grew louder, his body arching off the bed.
Mike's hand found its way to Kevin's hair, tangling in the soft strands as he tried to control the onslaught of sensation. "Oh fuck," he breathed, his voice shaking. "Kevin, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."
Kevin didn't need to be told twice. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking against Mike's swollen bud as his fingers pumped in and out in a steady rhythm. Mike's grip on his hair tightened, and then, with a cry that was part pleasure, part relief, he came, his body spasming as waves of ecstasy washed over him.
Kevin lapped up every drop, not wanting to miss a single bit of Mike's release. When Mike finally went limp, panting and sated, he pulled back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He kissed the inside of Mike's thigh, leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way up to his lover's flushed face.
Mike's eyes fluttered open, meeting Kevin's with a look that was both dazed and filled with affection. "Wow," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "That was... I don't even know what to say."
Kevin chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "No words necessary," he said, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Mike's lips. "But I'd love to hear you say it again."
Mike's smile grew, and he pulled Kevin closer, his hand sliding down to grip his shoulder. "Again?" he questioned, a hint of challenge in his voice.
"As many times as you want," Kevin murmured, his eyes darkening with desire. "But maybe next time, we'll find somewhere a little more private."
Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as the promise of future pleasure spurred them on. The world outside the room faded away, leaving only the two of them and the heat that burned between them, a flame that had only just been kindled but was already threatening to consume them both.