little!luke
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Michael and Luke were having a lazy day and decided to spend their time decorating their house for Christmas. They got their fake tree up and were currently putting ornaments and baubles on it.
"That one doesn't go there, Daddy." Luke said softly as he watched Michael put two red baubles next to each other.
Michael smiled, "Where does it go, Pumpkin?"
Luke grabbed the ornament from Michael's hand and said nothing as he put it on a branch close to the original spot, but was next to a silver bauble instead.
"Much better, good try, though." Luke said as he continued to put ornaments on the tree.
The older boy shook his head at his attitude, squeezing Luke from behind and pressing a firm kiss to his rosy cheeks.
Michael left the room to put Christmas-themed candle holders in certain places of the dining room and kitchen when he heard Luke call him from the living room.
"Daddy! Need your help!"
When he entered the room, he saw Luke reaching on his tippy toes, trying to put the star on top of the tree.
"Hold on, Baby, let me help you before you knock something over."
He motioned for Luke to get on his shoulders. Luke did so, wearily, holding tightly onto Michael's hair.
The small boy put the star on and dramatically yelled for Michael to let him down.
He squealed in delight as he stepped back to look at their Christmas tree. "It looks so pretty, Daddy!"
Michael hummed, "Just like you, Bub."
Luke jumped up and wrapped his legs around the older boy's waist, knowing Michael would catch him. He shook his head as he grabbed Michael's cheeks and squished them together.
"Daddy is so pretty! I have the prettiest daddy ever in the universe!" Luke exclaimed as he brought their faces closer together to make a point.
He pressed the tips of their noses together before doing the same with his lips. They kissed in front of their glowing Christmas tree for a few minutes before Michael leant back slightly. He placed single kisses to Luke's red lips before making out again.
As Michael held him, he squeezed Luke's bum through this jeans, causing Luke to let out a soft moan.
"Baby loves you, Daddy." Luke said into the kiss, twirling Michael's long hair around his finger.
"Daddy loves you, Baby." Michael replied before taking a seat on their couch with Luke now on his lap.
They pulled away from each other after some time, wanting to get their breaths back before continuing.
Michael was about to kiss Luke again when the timer from the kitchen went off. Luke gasped and went to get up from Michael's lap but he was held down.
"Daddy.." Luke whined, "The cookies.."
Michael whined in return, just wanting to make out with his favorite person. But he let Luke get up and get the cookies out of the oven.
The dirty blond boy followed slowly behind Luke, letting him do his thing, knowing Luke wanted to do most things for himself.
Luke smiled at the sweet smelling cookies, shaped like trees and snowflakes. He put them on the counter to cool before going back to Michael.
"They look so yummy! Can we have some?" Luke asked as he reached for a cookie, only for Michael to grab his hand to stop him.
"Not yet, Baby. They're still too hot, so let's go watch a movie and we'll check on them later, okay?" Michael lead Luke back into the living room and sat down in front of the fireplace.
Luke snuggled up to Michael and asked sweetly, "Can we watch Elf, pretty please?"
"Of course, Baby boy." Michael changed the channel to where the movie Luke wanted was playing.
Throughout the movie, Luke got more sleepy, and rested his head against the side of Michael's shoulder. The older boy ran his palm over Luke's arm in order to coax him into sleeping.
"Merry almost-Christmas, Daddy." He said softly, putting the full weight of his head on Michael.
He smiled and kissed the top of the blond's head, "Merry almost-Christmas, Sweetheart."
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why do the most precious people die so young?
