Michael hooked his leg around Alex's, hips rolling into him in an unconscious rhythm. He was hard and aching, and that didn't really even matter, so long as they stayed close. The hunger that he felt for Alex was a constant, whenever they were close, but it went so much deeper than the physical. The physical was easy, once he figured out what he wanted. But the desperate desire to be lose himself in Alex, like that was the only way he'd really find himself, too?

That always terrified him, because it made him realize how much power he'd somehow ceded to Alex: heart, body, soul, truth. He'd give him whatever he asked for and just hope it was enough to make him want Michael, need Michael, as much as Michael needed him.

He murmured something pleased into the kiss, fingers easing and tracing over skin without real intent beyond touching--he wanted to touch Alex everywhere, map his skin with fingertips and tongue. He broke the kiss to nuzzle at Alex's jaw, tongue lightly teasing over skin and forgetting completely who was supposed to be seducing whom.