GALLAVICH- Shamelessly Smutty

Forgive Me?

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Summary: Ian comes home late from work, leaving no message for his later arrival. Ian asks his baby for forgiveness. Mickey forgives his daddy.

Warnings: sex, language, daddy kink, sex toys

Words:  1304

Season: Ian 7 ~ Mickey 5 (their looks, not mindset)

If you don't feel comfortable reading about the kink don't read at all :)

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"Come on, baby," Ian has been pouting to his boyfriend for the past 5 minutes, "I know I was supposed to be home two hours ago but they needed backup and I was available."

Mickey quirks an eyebrow from where he is sitting in their kitchen. He lightly drags his fingers up the slit of the red dress he is wearing. He crosses one leg over the other on the chair, whilst plotting devious ideas in his head. 

"Ian," he sighs, which could almost be interpreted as a moan, "I waited for you like this for two hours."

A sarcastic pout forms on Mickey's lips as his fingers curl around his beer bottle -- his second one. Mickey tips his head back in exaggerated exasperation, gesturing to the cold spaghetti and soggy garlic bread. He can't help but smirk as Ian reaches for him, though maybe it's the beer, but confidence flies from his mouth.

"Oh, no, daddy doesn't get to touch."

He lifts a foot, pressing it into Ian's blue uniform shirt. This keeps a firm distance, which reluctantly works more so due to Mickey's words. Ian's caught unaware, that one word, new and exhilarating. Fire dances dangerously in Ian's eyes, he's never looked as hot as he does now. Aroused and angry in equal measure. He's waiting for his moment to pounce and show Mickey exactly how daddy he is.

Mickey spreads his legs more than necessary to show off how naked he is under the dress. He slightly hopes the dress won't perk up too much at how hard he is because he wants Ian to think he's unbothered by the situation. Yet, after contemplating his next step he just decides he's better off teasing the shit outta his boyfriend. 

He drags one of his hands down to his crotch area to palm at his cock through the dress. Unsurprisingly there is now a big wet patch from the precum coming out of his cock -- which he's happy about. Ian has always been a slut for the things Mickey produces, mainly love or cum. 

Desire is dominant in the hand grasping Mickey's wrist. Deep desire. 

"Daddy wants what's his," his voice his low, "And that's you, baby boy."

Ian Gallagher. Ain't no saint that's for sure. Rough kisses and possessive touches. The slit of Mickey's dress is torn from his hip with a loud rip, and as for the neckline, it is yanked down to his waist.

Ian grips the underneath of his boyfriend's thighs and lifts him up onto the kitchen table. Ian doesn't even bother fully taking off his pants, he just undoes his belt, pushing both his boxers and pants down to his knees. 

With his underwear down, Mickey is able to make contact with the red, erect, watery, 9-inch cock. It looked too good that Mickey almost considered not prepping at all, though if he didn't prep he would probably be torn apart by his boyfriend's horse cock. Ian dug into his pant pocket for lube -- which he carries for special emergencies -- as Mickey lays down fully on the kitchen table. 

Ian squirts some on fingers before breaching Mickey's tight hole, one moment empty, the next moment he's filled with his boyfriend's long fingers.