GALLAVICH- Shamelessly Smutty

Dirty Convict

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Summary: Mickey has a gun kink and it's finally time he explored it

MAJOR WARNINGS: use of guns, gun in mouth, aggressive commentary, dirty talk

I warn those who feel uncomfortable or have bad experiences with guns to PLS, not read this

Words: 1071

Season: 10

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He didn't know why he liked it, even after all that shit with his father. Ian told him that there was no need to feel ashamed. He still told him that whenever he got inside his own head.

This urge inside of him. It helped that Ian had listed all the kinks people he had, some Mickey never had heard of, though it eased him that he was not alone in this world.

Mickey was curious to actually play out a scene regarding the weapon in question.

So now in the present moment, Mickey is on his knees, mouth open and waiting to be filled. To feel the harsh, cold metal against his tongue.

"Sweetheart, you're not getting out of this easily," Ian murmurs, acting as if Mickey is some criminal he's caught.

Everything had happened quickly today so there hadn't been any talks about the setting of the scene, no extended foreplay. That's just the way it was sometimes, especially when Mickey was desperate like this.

He presses the tip of the barrel of the gun to Mickey's chest. Ian's scowl turns to a smirk as he moves the gun, trailing it down Mickey's body until it's dangerously close to his groin.

As the gun moved Mickey can't help but shiver, though it wasn't because of the cold metal – he could barely feel it through his shirt. No, he shivered in anticipation; from the thrill of it all. Even after 11 years Ian still had this effect on him. It was impressive for a human to do that.

"W-what do you want with me?" MIckey fakes innocence and Ian can't help but scoff.

"Come on, you're smart. You can figure it out on your own," Ian's voice is patronizing but that doesn't stop the warm feeling in Mickey's chest, he always reacts well to compliments.

Mickey's eyes trailed Ian's body. He'd always admired how fit and buff Ian was, but in moments like this, he looked even more powerful.

The gun was right against his cock and Mickey couldn't help but grind down against it, causing Ian to let out a dark sounded chuckle.

"Just can't help yourself, can you?"

Mickey would never admit that he let out a whine when the gun was taken away. In fact, he would argue that it didn't happen. It was hard for him to let go in times like this; with years of emotionless sex and pain, it was a big change in how he saw pleasure.

Ian brought the gun to Mickey's cheek, caressing it. He moves even lower to Mickey's chin.

He's teasing.

Ian finally brings the gun to Mickey's rosy-pink lips.

"Figured out what I want from you yet?" His condescending voice shouldn't impact Mickey as much as it does, or at least, it should make him want to punch his redheaded dork of a boyfriend.

Mickey taunts the tip of the gun, almost as if he is teasing the tip of a cock. It was hot for Mickey to imagine that the gun was loaded, though, of course, Ian wouldn't dare put a loaded gun to his head.

Mickey put on a show for Ian, licking the tip of the gun, tongue dipping into the hole every now and again. He could see Ian growing harder.

Ian eventually grew tired of the teasing and shoved the gun in Mickey's mouth, careful not to hit his teeth, but it was rough enough for Mickey to let out a noise in surprise.

"Now, I want you to listen to me for once in your life. I tell you to do something, do it."

Mickey attempts to give a nod with the gun still in his mouth. He observes as Ian unzips his pants with one hand whilst continuing to keep the gun in Mickey's mouth. His movements were clumsy but he still managed to get his pants pushed down to his thighs.

Mickey's mouth twitched into some sort of smile at the sight of Ian's nude groin – he wasn't wearing boxers.

"I want you to show me how well you can take orders," Ian speaks softly, but there's an authoritative tone to his voice. He's moving the gun in and out of Mickey's mouth. Mickey could easily follow the rhythm and bob his head, though he knows better than to try and take control. He hasn't been given permission to move yet.

"I might do everyone a favor and get rid of you so no one has to put up with your bullshit."

Mickey moans around the gun, his own erection was obvious but gets ignored in favor of showing Ian how obedient he can be, sucking down on the gun, taking it all the way down when Ian tells him to suck the gun like a cock.

Ian jerks himself with one hand whilst the Milkovich blows the gun, making sure to be as sloppy as possible, all tongue and spit. It was a beautiful sight and Ian knew he wasn't going to last long.

Ian nestles his boot-covered foot in between Mickey's thighs.

"Hump it slut," Ian orders him and Mickey does as he asks.

Mickey was letting out soft cries as he humped Ian's boot, grinding in circular motions. The image and the sensation of power he had over Mickey, has Ian spilling in his hand with a groan of his boyfriend's name.

He then pulls the gun away, replacing it with his hand for Mickey to lick clean.

"Want you to cum," Ian tells him, and it's another order.

It's crazy how easy it is for Ian to push all of Mickey's buttons. He always manages to make the Milkovich do whatever he says. With that, the moment Ian makes his command, Mickey is cumming in his pants.

The sight of the light grey fabric turning dark with cum has Ian's cock twitching again.

"Holy fuck," Mickey finally speaks for the first time in forever.

"Holy fuck is right," Ian smiles at his boyfriend. Ian helps Mickey rise to his feet, not looking away from him for a second – he was always gorgeous after high stimulation.

"I need a shower," Mickey mumbles softly, "You're welcome to join me."

"If this is your method of saying you want round two, count me in."

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