Michael understood what he meant, and his stomach twisted a little nervously, even as he felt a little thrill. The jerk of Alex's hips, him being close--those were thrilling moments of accomplishment. He did this; Alex wanted him, and Michael was doing something new well enough that he was getting Alex there--maybe not perfect, he knew that, felt his own inexperience, but he was learning.

And part of that was knowing what all of it was.

He hummed again, this time very deliberately, and took Alex just a little deeper, tongue wrapping around him as he slid back up, then down, increasing his pace and the tightness of his hand, urging Alex on.