((Smut warnings.))

((If you ever wanted to know what gay het was, this is it))

Calum's laying in bed, face pressed into a warm pillow, inhaling what could possibly be Michael's cologne, when the door flings open. She doesn't even try to cover where her skirt is sliding up to reveal the smooth curve of her ass, covered by ripped fishnets and black lace panties. Only three people have a key to her room, and she's not concerned about any of them seeing her like this.

"Cal, do you mind if I-" Michael's voice cuts off with a sharp intake of breath, followed by a low, "hello." Calum makes a "hmp," noise in response, pushing her face further into the pillow.

She hasn't got a shirt on, only a binder wound tightly around her chest. She doesn't need it, really, the tight wrap isn't compressing anything, but it makes it feel like there's something on her chest. Like there's something that needs to be held down, despite her flat chest and male body.

There's only a black shirt around her waist, along with black fishnets and black lingerie, because Calum really likes to think she's emo, sometimes.

She can literally hear Michael swallow from the edge of the bed. "Can- can I- can I touch?"

Calum makes the muffled noise again and shifts her hips, so her bum is sticking out a little more. She nods and shakes her ass, probably catching Michael's attention more than necessary.

Michael notices the pronoun sticker resting on the pillow next to Calum's head and says, "She? Want me to call you princess?"

Calum shrugs, feeling the bed dip towards her feet. There's a soft moment of silence, and then Michael's inhaling deeply and shoving a hand up her skirt. A hand comes up to cup her ass, fingers digging into the thin material separating his fingers from skin, and Calum lets out a muffled groan.

"Oh my god," Michael whispers, almost like he's talking to himself and not trying to be dramatic. "Shit, fuck, I love your ass."

Calum giggles, only to be cut off by a moan when there's suddenly two hands cupping her ass from either side. She bites down on the pillow to muffle her noise of surprise, then pushes into Michael's warm touch.

"I feel so blessed," Michael whispers, kneading Calum's ass through the lace and crossed string of the fishnets. "This is truly incredible."

Calum lets the pillow drop out of her mouth to sigh, mostly fond and only slightly annoyed. "Stop it, just touch me."

"This is a dream come true," Michael's hands crawl upwards, then slip into the waistband of the fishnets, then the panties, until his palm is curved along the edge of Calum's bum, skin on skin.

"Are you okay with this?" Michael asks softly, hand stalling from its previous massaging movements.

Calum groans and reaches her hand back, wrapping her fingers tightly around Michael's wrist. His fingers spread out when Calum's thumb pushes against the veins and tendons, covering more of her ass. Michael still doesn't move, waiting for spoken consent, then flinches when Calum yells, "Yes! Alright? Now, hurry up and do something!"

"No need to get your panties in a twist," Michael laughs then, making Calum groan in annoyance this time. "Get it? 'Cause your wearing panties?"

Calum decides it's nearly impossible to get Michael's mind in one spot. She wiggles her ass a bit again and says, "You can take them off, if you want."

Michael's laugh cuts off with a startled noise. His hands disappear for a few seconds, forcing a pout from Calum, only to reappear at her waist. Two fingers hook into the waistband of her skirt and start tugging slowly. Too slow. Calum shifts her hips to make the process go a little faster, but Michael only goes slower, stopping completely to push Calum's hips back against the bed. Michael eventually gets the skirt off, leaving a trail of kisses from the curve of Calum's ass, down his thighs and calves, finally stopping at her Achilles heel. Calum's thighs are shaking.

"You're sure-"

"Yes, Michael, I'm fine with this," Calum huffs, wrestling her arms out from under her head and the pillow to reach back and push at the rest of her clothing.

Michael grabs her wrist and tsks gently, "That's naughty, Cally, only I get to take your clothes off. You get to sit there and relax while I please you, princess."

A shiver runs through Calum's spine at that. She bites down on the corner of the pillow again, trying to muffle her moans as Michael starts removing her fishnets, painfully slow again. He bites and sucks down Calum's right leg, creating a line of soon-to-be bruises from her ass to her ankle. Calum's entire body is shaking at the lips against her skin, trailing spit from the hickeys like connecting constellations.

As soon as the fishnets are off, Michael slips his fingers into the waistband of Calum's panties and starts tugging those off, too. He bites kisses down Calum's left leg this time, leaving more bruises and kisses. He sucks harder on the skin behind Calum's knees, leaving a large red mark on the sensitive skin and making Calum yelp into the pillow, legs quivering and skin flushed hot.

As soon as Calum's completely naked, Michael hums softly and grabs a handful of her ass. Not gently, either. The sudden action has Calum muffling a moan and bucking her hips back sharply.

"Alright, what do you want, babe?" Michael asks quietly, leaning down until Calum can feel hot breath and warm lips at the bottom of her spine, kissing the spot gently, then sucking on the skin to make Calum cry out.

Calum lets out a string of unintelligible noises, mixed in with various curse words as Michael starts gently spreading his cheeks apart.

"How about," Michael pauses and moves so his thumb is pressed flat over Calum's hole. Calum whines and rocks back, but Michael isn't moving. "I'll open you up, then take care of you, alright? Would you like that, princess?"

Calum nods, hands gripping at the sheets where they're shoved under the pillow. "Yeah," she says breathlessly. Michael presses a grin in her skin, laughing quietly, and removes his thumb. Calum huffs in annoyance, only to get cut off by a muffled grunt when a warm tongue replaces Michael's thumb. Michael licks across the hole, then presses in slowly.

"Oh, fuck!" Calum yells, bringing a hand up to grip the top of the headboard in a poor attempt to stabilize herself. Michael sucks on her hole sharply, swirling his tongue around, still massaging Calum's ass with his rough fingertips. Calum feels like she's going to cry, honestly.

Michael pulls back after a few seconds and reaches his hand up until his fingers tap against Calum's lips. Calum complies instantly, letting the three fingers into her mouth and licking around them. She flicks her tongue between them, making sure to lick all the crevices while Michael groans.

"Alright, alright," Michael pulls his fingers back before Calum can like, swallow them, or something. There's a moment of tense silence while Michael gets himself situated between Calum's legs, making sure he's got the best view of Calum's ass. A finger lays flat against his hole again, making Calum shove her face even further into the pillow. It pushes in this time, all the way to the first knuckle, then stalls, waiting for Calum to give the okay.

Calum reaches back and slaps around a bit until her hand smacks against Michael's chest.

"Ow!" Michael scoffs, but continues pushing in anyway. He bends his finger carefully, waiting for Calum to adjust, and leans forward to kiss along her spine. His lips press all the way from her ass to the bottom edge of the binder before Calum starts snapping her hips back in an attempt to get Michael to move again.

Michael hums quietly and presses another finger in. He wiggles them around for a while, then pulls them apart, stretching Calum out and pushing as deep as possible. Calum scrunches her face up slightly at the uncomfortable feeling, nose and lips twitching while her eyes squeeze tightly shut. After a minute or two of Calum's quiet grunts and the sound of his fingers slipping on the headboard, Michael adds a third finger.

Calum groans at the feeling of being stretched out, while Michael continues layering kisses all over her back, just below the binder. Michael starts scissoring his fingers again, finally bumping against Calum's prostate. Calum gasps loudly and arches her back, instantly pushing back against Michael's fingers in an attempt to fell the same burst of pleasure shoot through her again. Michael hums quietly and pulls his fingers apart again, finally getting a good idea as to where the bundle of nerves are inside of Calum. He tries to keep touching it while opening Calum up, making her let out a string of moans and whines, muffled by the pillow still shoved in her mouth.

"Let me hear you," Michael says softly reaching forward until his fingers are tangled in Calum's thick curls. He gently pulls Calum's head back, making the pillow fall from her mouth, just as his finger brushes the spot again.

Calum makes a whining sort of moan in the back of her throat, jerking her hips back and fisting the sheets.

"Good girl," Michael hums, massaging Calum's head, then tugging his fingers through her hair. Calum continues moaning and groaning, trying to be as loud as possible for Michael, forgetting that everyone in the hotel can probably hear her. She's lost in a loop of Michael's quiet praises as he fingers her open and the feeling of Michael inside of her.

"So good for me, aren't you?" Michael says quietly. "So loud and good, all for me, isn't it, princess?"

Calum lets out a particularly loud moan when Michael's finger just starts stroking the spot inside of her. "Yes!" She cries out.

Michael pulls his fingers apart and together again one last time, before removing them completely and twisting them in the blankets. Calum whines and pushes back, pouting when she realizes Michael's crawling out from between her legs. Michael's hands return to her waist suddenly, pulling gently until Calum flips into her back, instantly frowning at her dick. She doesn't want a fucking dick, right now.

"Hey," Michael whispers, noticing her frown. "You're so fucking beautiful, Cal. You're amazing, god." Michael says it in a way that makes him sound physically drained by the amount of beauty Calum possess. Calum feels her entire body start flushing a warm pink. She slings an arm over her eyes, like that'll hide her smile, and curls her toes slowly.

"Come on, let me see your face," Michael says gently, taking hold of Calum's wrist and tugging on it lightly. Calum allows her arm to be pulled off of her eyes, instantly smiling up at Michael and flushing even darker. Michael smiles back, whispering out, "Good girl."

Calum nearly moans at the praise.

She reaches forward instead, tangling her hand in the front of Michael's shirt, and pulls until Michael gets the hint. He removes his shirt and tosses it towards the growing pile of clothing at the end up the bed. Calum watches as he sits on his knees and unbuttons his pants, then rocks back onto his bum to tug them off. There's a slight struggle when they get stuck on his ankles, making Calum giggle again, but he eventually gets them off and into the pile.

Calum notices how hard he's gotten from just watching and feeling Calum. She smiles and reaches forward, just wanting to get a hand around Michael's dick. She does, wrapping her fingers around the obvious outline through the dark blue boxer briefs and watching Michael's lips drop open.

"All for me, right Mikey?" She says softly, looking up from where she's still on her back against the mattress, eyes wide and hopeful.

"Yeah," Michael agrees. "All for you, princess." Calum tries to sit up, only to have Michael push her shoulders quickly and forcing her to stay flat on her back. "I told you, I was going to please you, babe. This is about you, not me. You deserve to be loved and pleased."

Calum stares at him, studying his eyes until she's convinced he's serious. She relaxes onto the bed easily, eyeing Michael as he settles between her legs again. His hands trail down her body until they settle at her hips, gripping tight enough to make Calum throw her head back.

"Alright, this might hurt?" Michael says quietly. "Probably, I don't know, I've never been fucked. Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" Calum nods eagerly, closing her eyes so she doesn't have to watch Michael kick off his boxers and move closer.

There's another silence, with something ringing in Calum's ears, and then Michael's pushing in, slowly and gently. Calum gasps at the weird feeling and reaches forward. Her hands grab at Michael's bare back, digging into the skin and scratching marks. Her legs wrap around Michael's waist, then her feet clasp around his lower back. Calum tenses, thighs shaking and back stick straight, until Michael bottoms out and their hips are pressed together. Calum manages to let out a low, uncomfortable noise, until she's cut off by Michael's lips pressed against hers, muffling the noises she's making.

She kisses back eagerly, noticing how tense and taught Michael's entire body is. He's holding himself up with his elbows on either side of Calum's head, even though his arms are shaking and his body is completely rigid with need.

"Hey," Michael pulls back enough so his lips brush against Calum's when he speaks. "Can you feel me, princess?" He presses his hand flat against Calum's lower stomach, forcing a moan out of her. "Can you feel me right here?"

Calum wants to say something sarcastic and snarky, but instead what comes out is a sudden, shouted, "Yes!"

Michael looks startled by the response, instantly ducking down to press their lips together again. He finally starts moving, pulling out, then pressing in slowly again. He repeats the process a few more times, going as slow as physically possible, until Calum presses her heels into Michael's back and hisses, "Faster!"

Michael complies almost instantly, shoving back in so hard, that Calum slides up the mattress a little. It elicits a surprised gasp from Calum, along with a groan from Michael. He repeats the action twice before shifting his hips and hitting the spot that has Calum crying out and seeing stars.

"Shit, right there!" Calum gasps, leaning forward to forcefully press her lips against Michael's again. Michael kisses her and fucks into her until it becomes too much, and he has to move his lips down to Calum's neck. He sucks a bruise into the skin and pushes his hips in a way that has Calum scrambling for something to hold onto and moaning deeply again. She drags her fingernails down Michael's back and tries to be as vocal as possible, reveling in the way it makes Michael shake and moan.

"Good girl," he whispers, just above the sound of skin on skin, and Calum's whimpers. "You're being so good and loud for me, princess. Everyone in the whole building knows you belong to me, don't they?"

"Yes!" Calum cries out, moving her hips in time to Michael's thrusts, trying to meet him halfway. Michael grunts and fucks into her harder and faster, making Calum downright scream and drag her fingernails down his back again.

It only takes a few minutes at that pace, with tiny praises whispered against her skin, until Calum feels warmth pooling deep in her stomach. She tries to warn Michael, but every time she opens her mouth, Michael fucks into her hard and she ends up moaning instead. Suddenly, she's coming against her own chest, screaming out Michael's name and sinking her teeth into his shoulder. It only takes a few more thrusts, before Michael's coming as well, filling her up and moaning against her skin.

He stays there, panting and trying to catch his breath, then pulls out and rolls onto his back next to Calum.

"Oh my god," he whispers. Calum giggles and feels around for his hand, instantly lacing their fingers together and squeezing.

"Alright, you're not doing that bad at wooing me," Calum admits, forcing a scoff from the blonde next to her.

"That bad!" Michael echoes. "Please, you love me!" He wrestles his hand out of Calum's grip and climbs out of bed, not even giving Calum a chance to reply. Calum shakes her head fondly and presses a smile into the pillow underneath her.

Michael comes back with a damp washcloth, and washes off Calum's chest. "You're lucky you missed your binder," he hums, smoothing his thumb along the edge of it gently. Calum nods in agreement, without opening her eyes, and waits patiently while Michael puts the washcloth back into the bathroom. When he crawls back into bed, Calum rolls over and curls into his side, lacing their fingers together again.

She's glad Michael understands her gender and knows exactly what to do with it. She's glad Michael knows how to love her and kiss her, and she's glad Michael's here to hold her afterwards.

She leans forward and bumps her nose against Michael's cheek gently, then presses their lips together in an unspoken I love you.