GALLAVICH- Shamelessly Smutty

Love on the Brain

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Summary: SOME GALLAVICH LOVEEEEE!! Kinda fluffy :)

Warnings: sex, language

Words: 1419

Season: 6

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The warmth of the morning is the best way start to their day.

Lying in bed letting themselves soak up the sun, whilst they fuck, kiss, and just love each other. 

"I need you."

Ian's freckly hands are everywhere, fingertips sliding across Mickey's pale back, arms tight around him, his mouth hot and heavy against Mickey's neck. He brings his lips from Mickey's mouth, down to his chest, and back up again. He's near-delirious with it, pressing his body against Mickey's like any breath of space between them is a burden too heavy to bear.

And Mickey needs him too. He needs him, over him, around him, inside him, strong hands on his body, skin against skin, the power in his muscles, and the realness of his body drowning out everything, everything else.

"Mickey."

Mickey gasps in a burning breath and nods, nods desperately, clawing up Ian's shirt to get at the skin underneath, not stopping for a second to help as Ian does the same to him. Ian's soft hands sift over the flat of his stomach as he fumbles with the hem of Mickey's boxers, the sensation making Mickey melt a little as his eyes squeeze shut.

"Mick, Mickey," Ian says, soft and loud all at the same time like he can't believe it's true like he doesn't know how to deal with the intense feelings over the Milkovich boy.

Mickey's back arches as he squirms out of his boxers causing Ian's hands to cup his hips pulling him back towards him. He climbs over Mickey and crashes their mouths together. Tongues taste each other's mouths, drinking deep and Mickey's mouth opens up letting out breathy moans of pleasure.

Ian's hands cup Mickey's face placing a kiss, so gentle and soft causing Mickey's hips to buck forward a little. Ian's lips skim up from the tip of his nose to between his eyes as he murmurs, "Open up, baby, lemme see those blue eyes, wanna see you, wanna see every single part of you."

Mickey being Mickey, could never say no to a request like that. With Ian's voice being so low and gravely from sleep it was enticing.

Mickey holds on, one hand wrapped in long red locks, and the other clawing at Ian's chest. Ian kisses and nips at his collarbone whilst playing with Mickey's pink perky nipples using his other arm to wrap around his waist.

 Ian's hand travels south quick, kneading Mickey's ass in a way that makes the small thug's spine go liquid and hot. That feeling causes his legs to fall open further to get Ian to go deeper between them. 

One of Ian's fingers slips to run teasingly along the crack of Mickey's ass. Mickey pinches Ian's nipple causing the redhead to laugh.

"I know, I know, no teasing," he says. It rumbles through his chest and all through Mickey's body. 

Impatiently, Mickey grinds against his stomach, hooking his leg around one of Ian's for leverage. Ian leans in, presses Mickey's body against the mattress, and Mickey arches up into that too, just to feel himself being held down.

It feels good. So fucking good. So hot, soft, and rough all at once wherever their skin rides together, secure in the weight and the solidity of him. 

"Baby," he gasps, as he sucks on a finger and brings it to breach Mickey's hole just slightly, completely ignoring the 'no teasing' factor.