Not What You'd Call Normal

Zack let out a small gasp as he kissed back. He didn't care if Mike was only doing this to shut him up. He liked it.

Mike was actually enjoying this, kissing this loser. He bit down on Zack's bottom lip, drawling a little blood.

Zack gasped and whimpered softly, parting his lips so Mike had access to his mouth. If Mike wasn't pulling back no way in hell was he.

Mike plunged him tongue into the hot cavern that was Zack's mouth, his tongue left no spot untouched as the wet muscle rubbed against Zack's and explored his mouth.

Zack let out a loud moan as Mike's tongue explored his mouth. His arms wrapped around Mike's neck and pulled him closer.

Mike's hands wound there way around Zack's waist as thee continued the hot make out session.

Zack pulled away from the kiss, panting. He pulled his head as far away as possible. He needed air but he didn't think Mike had planned on stopping. He wasn't quite sure what Mike was thinking...

Mike snarled and pulled Zack back to him, once again crushing their lips together before pulling back a bit.
"You fucking talk to much, I asked you nicely, now imma punish you."

Zack pushed weakly against Mike's chest. He was so out of breath. He tried to convince himself he didn't want this. But he so did.

Mike's hands soon found there way under Zack's shirt, tweaking his tiny pink nipple's as Mike sucked on his neck.

Zack mewed as he clutched a handful of Mike's shirt in his fist. The feel of Mike on his neck was almost too much for him to handle.

Mike slowly lifted the shirt over Zack's head and threw it down beside them. Mike then bit down on Zack's neck, barley hard enough to draw more blood from the other man.

Zack let out a small pained yet pleasured yelp.
"Wh-what are you doing?" He breathed.

"Marking you." Mike shrugged as he nipped at Zack's ear.
"Now every one will know who's bitch you are."

"N-not a bitch..." He stammered, but his will was dying fast. His body was melting under Mike's touch.

Mike snorted and he took off his own shirt and let it join Zack's on the floor.
"Yeah you are, your MY bitch." Mike grinned as he put emphasis on the My.

Zack shook his head.
"I'm not a bitch. Not your's or anyone's." He couldn't help but stare at Mike's chest as he took off his shirt.

Mike let his hand ghost over Zack's erection. He would have him saying he was Mike's bitch by the time this was over.

Zack's breaths were getting shallow as he looked down at Mike. Mike was an inch or two shorter. He looked pleadingly at him, letting out a small moan.

"Your my bitch, say and Ill touch you."
Mike grinned much like a Cheshire.

Zack groaned.
He held out for a few moments. But eventually he needed Mike to touch him.
"I'm..." He paused and made a face. "I'm your bitch." He whispered with a grimace.

Mike grinned and reached into Zack's boxer's not even bother to pull his pants down. Mike took the hardening cock in his hand and pumped it slowly.

Zack moaned loudly, throwing his head back as Mike's hand pumped him, smearing the precum that was already leaking out of the tip.

Mike pulled his hand away. What could he say, he loved to tease. He then ground there erections together.

Zack whimpered when Mike took his hand away. But he wasn't disappointed, as their erections rubbed against one another. He let out a sharp gasp and kissed Mike again.