Shamelessly Smutty

Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal

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Summary: Merry Late Christmas from Gallavich :) Some late-night smut on Christmas Eve....with a little daddy kink ;)

Warnings: sex, language

Disclaimer: I literally forgot to post this on Christmas, I'm a dumbass. ANYWAYS hope you all had a great Christmas if you celebrate!

Words: 1484

Season: 11

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Mickey felt Ian smile beneath their kiss, pressing more passionately against his husband's embrace. Mickey slid his tongue into the other man's mouth. Ian's mouth tasted of morning breath and peppermint, from all the candy canes he had been snaking on - though Mickey would never admit it, he kind of liked it. Ian clasped Mickey's hands, pulling him closer on the small bed.

Mickey tried to win the war of tongues going on in their mouth, but Ian was the obvious champion. Mickey slid his hands around Ian's waist, pulling his chest up against his own, feeling the other man's heartbeat, quickening in pace with every new movement. Ian, desperate to increase their already incredible proximity, reached out, pulling the shorter man's boxers off tossing them to the floor. Mickey groaned, an erection growing between his legs. Ian smiled, removing his own boxers and pushing Mickey back on the bed.

"Well, I can assure you Mickey that this year, you'll be getting quite the gift," he growled, sliding his hand down towards Mickey's crotch.

The thug groaned when the redhead's fingers came in contact with his stiff member, causing Ian to smirk.

"Oh you like that, don't you? Yeah, you sure do."

Mickey squirmed beneath his grasp, his fingers sliding into his lover's messy morning hair. Ian groaned, speeding up slightly, "I-Ian-," Mickey whimpered, butterflies filling his stomach, "Oh fuck, you're... you're so good..."

Ian said nothing for a moment, working his fingers ceaselessly across his partner's member. "Of course I am," Ian groaned, kissing and licking the skin around Mickey's neck. He left dozens of hickeys across Mickey's neck and chest, marking him up. There would be no question who his husband belonged to.

"Oh, daddy..." Mickey hissed, blushing when it slipped out. Ian stopped for a moment, making eye contact with the man, the only noise being their heavy breathing.

After a moment, Ian asked, "What was that?"

"Shit, I... I uh..." Oh no. Mickey thought. I've ruined everything. "Sorry, it just slipped out, I-" he tripped over his words.

Ian laughed, "No, don't stop. I like it."

Mickey bit his lip as Ian began to continue his hand motions. With one hand, he gripped the side of the couch, with the other he began to stroke Ian's cock, "daddyyyyy...."

Ian groaned, clearly loving this, "Oh, you're so good..." Mickey cried out as he came, without warning, but Ian was not surprised. After all, it was very evident just how much of an undone mess his submissive partner had become.

Ian slid a hand over Mickey's mouth, "Shhhh, lovely. We can't have you waking up the whole house, now can we?" the thug whispered in agreement, and Ian removed his hand.

Mickey sunk back into the bedsheets, a heavy sigh of exhaustion emanating from his throat. Ian had been about to get up, to go shower when Mickey grabbed his arm, "W-wait... I need to give you a gift too, don't I?"