Shamelessly Smutty

Dominance Bitch!

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Summary: Mickey thinks he can dominate Ian. Ian thinks otherwise. Cue sex noises.

Warnings: sex, language, degrading, VERY descriptive (I am a maniac)

Words: 2491

Season: 7

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"Shorts off," Ian ordered, "Shirt too."

He watched with amusement as Mickey hurriedly complied. The moment his shorts were past his thighs, his dick sprang up to smack his own stomach. Always commando.

Ian spread his legs in order to climb up his body and nuzzle at his big balls. His tongue swiped out over the heated skin. He took a long lick from the bottom of his balls to the tip of his dick before swirling his tongue around the head and sucking on it.

He kept the blowjob shallow at first, hoping to just keep it going long enough to lull Mickey into a deeply relaxed state.

Then Mickey hooked a calf around the back of Ian's neck and forcefully shoved the entire length down his throat. Ian gagged and felt tears prick at his eyes, but to Mickey's surprise, he didn't pull away and punch him.

Instead, Ian relaxed his throat in order to accommodate Mickey's dick and rested his nose against the black hair on the base. Although Mickey didn't have a whole nine inches like his boyfriend, he still sported an average six.

"Damn, Gallagher," Mickey moaned as Ian began his head. He grinned down at the sight of his boyfriend blowing him.

Ian played along and flicked his tongue against Mickey's dick as he sucked. He loved sucking Mickey off, it wasn't big enough to make it painful and it had a satisfying weight to it.

"That's it," Mickey groaned while humping his face, "Suck my cock you little slut."

Definitely going to make this good, Ian thought to himself. He'd make sure to make the thug pay for the insult.

As for now, he did exactly as Mickey ordered.

He felt Mickey's hips stutter and knew he was getting close to his climax, so he slipped off of his cock and moved down to lick his balls while replacing his mouth with his hand.

Mickey bucked up into his fist as Ian continued to mouth along with his balls. He eagerly licked and sucked on Mickey's sweaty sack and earned the sweetest sounds from his boyfriend's mouth. Mickey was in a horny stupor from Ian's tongue and didn't even notice when the younger stopped jerking him off and moved both his hands to grip the undersides of his thighs.

"Hey baby," Ian's voice was muffled by Mickey's dick.

"Yeah?" Mickey lifted his head to look down at him.

"This is for calling me a bitch."

"What do you—?"

Suddenly Mickey's legs were flipped over his head so he was folded in a pretzel-like shape, his ass in the air and his pink hole exposed to his boyfriend.

"The fuck—!" He tried kicking out, but Ian slid his hands up to secure the back of his knees as he crouched over him. Mickey looked up and saw Ian's hard, leaking cock, threateningly positioned.

Ian let his heavy cock glide over Mickey's hole, sending a jolt of sensitivity through the older man's body.

"Seriously?" Mickey still couldn't break free, "Fine, okay, but let me go get the lube first," he reasoned.