Shamelessly Smutty

Menace

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Summary: I was bored so I thought up the KINKIEST shit I could think of. I apologize. Basically, Ian and Mickey being them.

Warnings: descriptive sex, usage of ropes and toys, sub/dom, rough, language

(I would have changed the title to 'barbarian' from when Ian says "you are such a fucking barbarian" but that was in season 11, not 9 so yet again, I apologize)

Words: 3322

Season: 9 or 8 

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His ties were finished, Ian steps back and hums, examining Mickey from a distance. Mickey's, wrists are tied together, with ropes leading to the ceiling. His legs are spread wide in a straddle position, forced apart by a spreader bar, and he couldn't close them even if he wanted to. The position puts him on a humiliating amount of display, unable to cover himself in any way. Even though his cheeks grow hotter the longer Ian stares, he finds he doesn't hate the attention.

Seemingly satisfied with his handiwork, Ian grins, the expression infuriatingly smug. "Comfortable?" he says, and Mickey almost doesn't answer out of spite.

"Sure," he drawls instead, and he can't quite meet Ian's eyes, though the other man seems not to mind. He walks up to Mickey again, running his fingers over the ropes, tugging and pulling and making them rub against Mickey's skin. He can already feel the burns forming, rubbing against his skin as he squirms.

"Y'know, I almost wanna leave you like this, Mikhailo. When you're all tied up like this, so vulnerable for me... well it's hard to believe anyone could ever be afraid of you," the words are mocking, meant to rile him up, make him struggle more against the ropes digging into his skin. 

It works, but he doesn't push against the ropes he knows he can't escape from, just glares at his boyfriend the best he can. Its effect is surely lessened by the blush coating his face, ears, and shoulders.

Ian silently gets on the bed in front of Mickey, making sure to have eye contact with the thug. He pushes a thin strand of Mickey's hair behind his ear, the touch surprisingly gentle and soft for Ian's demeanor tonight. It doesn't last though, as he pats Mickey's reddened cheek and goes to grab the vibrator from where it lays beside them.

He really didn't think Ian would be using it this early, but perhaps that was naive of him. He grabs a bottle of lube as well, and there was no doubt in Mickey's mind that he would about to be experiencing pure torture. 

He pouts childishly at Ian, who just shushes him as he pours lube into his hand. From the smell, Mickey noticed it was his favorite strawberry lube -- oh how he loved his boyfriend.

He doesn't the lube in his hand warm at all before he's wrapping a hand around Mickey's dick, and of course, it's cold, but the sensation melts into the pleasure that shoots through Mickey's body at finally being touched.

It could have only been a few minutes, but he was already dying to be touched, though the slide of Ian's fist around him, slick with too much lube, feels heavenly.

The relief is taken away from him before he can fully enjoy it. Instead of Ian's hand, the cock ring is slid onto him and promptly activated. He doesn't know how many settings the thing has, doesn't want to imagine what sort of evil sexual torture device Ian could've managed to get his hands on, but the vibrations aren't too strong to start with. It still sends shivers through him, and he has to bite back a moan at the wave of pleasure.