Wait! How Did The Stray Dog I Picked Up Turn Into A Man?!

Noah’s fingers roamed over Michael’s skin, causing him to flinch. Skin to skin contact had never felt so hot and sensual.

Noah was simply roaming his hands over his chest but Michael felt like he was doing so many things to him. His nerves were all on alert. They were pushing him to the edge and causing him to feel every single thing so clearly that he was losing his mind.

He watched Noah trace kisses over his neck and his chest, reaching his nipples and then he bit lightly on the left while pinching the right.

Michael shuddered. He felt so sensitive. He felt so aroused.

He tried to contain himself but he just couldn’t.

From the moment Noah dropped his hand on his chest, a fire had already been lit inside him and from the size of a candle flame, it was gradually transforming into a blaze.

Noah watched Michael reacting to everything he did.

Michael’s chest kept rising and falling along with his shaky breath and with Noah’s head next to his chest, he could hear his heart thumping so loudly in excitement.

It had been years but his scent, his eyes, the way he looked when he was excited... None of it had changed.

And yet... Everything had.

It must’ve been too long because now Noah felt like he was treading through uncharted waters even if he was more familiar with these waters more than anyone else.

He wanted to be careful.

He wanted to hold back as much as possible because, with his current situation, he could make a wrong move.

He wanted to act like this was their first time.

Heck, even their first time had him pounding Michael mercilessly because of his rut.

And after that, every attempt to be gentle was thrown out the window with Michael always pushing him to the edge and asking for more.

With someone like Michael beneath him, he would never be able to be gentle.

Then, not gentle, he would be careful instead.

"Y-you..." Michael’s shaky breath called out and Noah looked up at him, his eyes hazy, his lips parted with exhausted and excited pants. "You’re taking too long."

And of course, a desperate plea.

He reached for Noah’s face, cupping his jaws in his arms, and then pulled him up to kiss his lips.

"Don’t focus on my chest alone. You... You have to touch down there as well. I... I’m feeling too impatient right now."

Yeah, Noah could see it. He worried that he would be the impatient one and not be able to hold himself back, but there was always Michael who would push him away from his careful zone.

"Are you going to be okay?" Noah asked, planting kisses around his chin and then his neck, and Michael shivered.

"I won’t be okay if you delay anymore." He said and Noah laughed softly.

What was he even worrying about again?

He slid his hand down but then he touched something that felt like a scar. He looked down but Michael suddenly raised his head to stop him from looking.

He bit his lip, looking troubled as he said,

"Don’t look at it." He trembled. "Don’t look. It’s ugly."

Noah saw how troubled he was, and it was at that moment he came to realize something he hadn’t thought of till this moment.

He disregarded Michael’s plea and looked down at the long scar under his abdomen.

A dark scar on his fair skin. It was stitched pretty well but it did not make the scar look any less hideous.

"I didn’t want you to look at it." Michael said, covering his face with his arm. "I tried to get rid of it but nothing worked. I... I didn’t want you to see my body like this."

It was the scar he got after the C.S. operation during Olivia’s birth.

Michael did not regret giving birth to Olivia but he did not like that scar either.

His body used to look so pristine and pretty before that Noah could never look away from him.

But with this hideous scar, what would Noah think? How would he react?

He did not like it.

He felt embarrassed.

"This time..." Noah spoke up. "This one is my fault."

Michael was confused. What was he talking about?

"I’m the one who got you pregnant." Noah said, his hand slowly tracing the line of the scar. "I’m the reason behind this. So, you don’t have to hate it. It’s not ugly. I don’t find it ugly."

"What are you talking about? It’s ugly." Michael said.

"No, it’s not." Noah firmly said, his smile spreading on his lips. "Do you know why? It’s because it’s proof." He leaned in and kissed the scar, causing Michael to flinch. What was he doing? "And it’s part of you. I could never hate anything that’s part of you. Even if you had a scar on your face, I wouldn’t hate it. I would love it and love you more."

Michael bit the insides of his mouth.

He did his best so he wouldn’t have any stretch marks, and he was successful, but he couldn’t do anything about the scar he got from the operation. And because of that, he thought his body had been ruined.

He thought Noah would frown at the sight of it, so he did his best to get rid of it, but there was no way to get rid of such a scar.

Even if it faded a bit, that was it. There was no permanent cure.

He began to hate his body whenever he saw the scar so he tried not to look at it.

But even after all of that, Noah still saw it and instead of looking disgusted or troubled, he actually said he loved it and kissed it.

He accepted it because it was a part of him.

"It must’ve been hard for you since you were thinking too deeply about it, right?" Noah asked, planting more kisses on it and Michael continued to tremble.

How could Noah do this?

"Don’t worry, I’ll make it so that you love your body once again. After all, it doesn’t belong to just you. Your body belongs to me as well."

"You’re an idiot!" Michael suddenly said, still hiding his face. "You’re such an idiot, Noah. But..." He dropped his hand, revealing that he had been crying quietly. "I guess that’s part of the reason I love you so much."

He reached his hand out and hugged Noah.

"You’re such an oddball." Michael said. "Who in their right mind says they like a scar like that?"

"Well, I guess I’m not in my right mind then." Noah said, grinning. "I went insane a long time ago."

Michael looked into his eyes. Seriously, he was such a man.

In the same way, Michael worried about his body changing into something feminine in the past, but still got accepted by Noah, regardless. That was how Noah once again accepted his body, even if he had a scar under his abdomen.

A scar they couldn’t ignore even if they wanted to.

They kissed, their lips pressed against each other’s, and then their tongues engaged in a fierce battle.

Noah moved his hands down to Michael’s hard dick and started stroking it, causing Michael to jerk back and fall back on the bed.

Noah was moving his hand so fast, as if aiming to make Michael cum the first time before going further.

"Ahh," Michael gripped the sheets.

Noah was moving his hand too fast, but he couldn’t even tell him to stop or slow down because that was a load he wished to get out as soon as possible.

"N-Noah, I... Ahh... I’m cumming. Ngh." Michael announced and then gritted his teeth as he ejaculated all over his body.

Once he was done, he breathed hard.

It had been a while since he let out such a heavy load. He felt so satisfied but this was not enough to satisfy him, of course.

"Look at all this mess, Michael." Noah said, rubbing his hand against Michael’s body and Michael blushed.

"Hey, don’t... don’t do that." Michael said.

"Why not?" Noah asked, grinning.

It just felt weird. Having his own semen all over his body like that.

It wouldn’t be so weird if it were Noah’s.

He liked his lips, wondering if to do the same to Noah and make him spill out his semen till his satisfaction.

But before he could even go ahead with this plan of his, Noah had already put a finger inside his ass, causing him to flinch uncontrollably.

Ah, it had been so long since he had Noah’s fingers inside him.

Ever since five years ago, he’d tried to satisfy himself with his fingers while jerking off, but that didn’t work out well, so he went out to get a dildo, but still, he wasn’t as satisfied as he wanted to be.

It drove him crazy.

So, he decided to stop. Since it made him go crazy with want instead of satisfying him and he could not afford to continue like that and build up more longing.

So, it had been a while since he put anything in his ass.

"You’re so tight, Michael." Noah said, his voice hoaxed. "But you feel so warm inside."

Michael gulped.

The way Noah looked right at that moment, it looked like he wanted to devour him whole, and... He was looking forward to it.

"I’m putting another finger in," Noah said and then leaned closer to kiss Michael. "Since it’s been a while, I need to make sure you’re fully prepared to have me."