((Gallavich Ian/Mickey)) I'mma teach ya how to behave

Lean a little closer

"Baby, c'mere!"
Ian was sitting on the couch and waited, his eyes on the stairs. He hoped Mickey wouldn't try anything stupid.
Soon enough he heard a loudly sigh and the stair started to crack when Mickey walked down, completely naked. His pale, soft skin was shining in the light that came from the windows and he blushed angrily. He tried to cover his member but without any great success, which caused Ian to chuckle. "Such a good boy.."

Mickey growled quietly and looked down. "Can I go to my room now?"
Ian giggled sarcastically. "My dear boy, of course not. Its soon lunchtime." He gestured to the couch, "come here.."
The boy hesitated and raised one eyebrow. "You're so gay.."
Ian rolled his eyes and stood up, quickly moving towards the dark blushing Mickey. "So? Does it matter?" He hummed a little, "did I even give you permission to talk?" And with a swift motion he wrapped his arms around Mickey's ass and picked him up easily, the shorter boy panted quietly, his heart raised quickly.
"W-what are you doing?" He squirmed and blushed even more, "p-put me down.." When Ian didn't let go off him, Mickey started to growl and his hands clenched around Ian's shoulders. "PUT ME DOWN FOR FUCKS SAKE!"

The older man pouted and placed his hand onto Mickey's still sensitive butt and Mickey gasped, hovering over Ian's shoulder. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"
"That's not what I demanded you to call me.." Ian growled lowly and repeated the smack, loving Mickey's whines and squirms.
"It's dis-g-g-gusting.." Mickey winced and squeezed his eyes closed in pain, his crotch rubbed unconsciously against Ian's body.
Ian murmured and slapped him again, now using all his powers to cause the boy to the edge and Mickey shouted.

"Are you gonna say it, huh? What's my name?"
The boy gasped for air and tears welded down his cheeks. "D-daddy.." he sniffled and his body trembled in a desire of a warm embrace and aftercare.
The older man grinned proudly and carried Mickey to the couch, setting him down next to him and the boy muttered: "I can go to the court you know.. and tell everybody that the great successful Ian Gallagher does sexual harassment to younger people. Or I can just simply leave."
Ian frowned for a minute, his mind worked hard to come up with a good answer and soon enough he chuckled cockily: "who would believe you? A guy that had already been involved with the court for both smuggling of humans and drugs!"

Ian wanted Mickey to stay so badly. He couldn't deny his new desire to take care of him. And not just like a father to a son. Feelings had started to grow for the cocky short boy and even if he wouldn't get a good reply to his feelings, he could at least keep Mickey in his house.

He moved one hand down Mickey's spine and giggled. "And yeah, where would you go? Back to the business? Being a pimp? Maybe meeting up with your father. Mickey, we both know that you'll have it much better here..."

The teen gulped. He didn't like to talk about his father. He still got chills by just his name. He bit his lip and the elder man narrowed his eyebrows in concern.
"Mickey.. I didn't mean-.."
"Shut up.." Mickey snapped, "you got what you wanted, right? A fucking boy toy?!"

Ian shook his head and stroked Mickey's hair, this time the teenager didn't pull away.
"I wanted some company. And you can teach dogs to do many things, but not to talk with real feelings."
Mickey chuckled. "Guess that's true.."
Ian rubbed Mickey's back lightly and felt how all nerves relaxed and the boy leaned down, his eyes closed.
"You wanna close your eyes, baby?" He murmured softly and the boy nodded in unconsciousness.
Ian gently guided Mickey's head to his lap and placed one arm over Mickey's hip. The boy had probably not got much sleep the night before, because as soon as Ian placed him in that comfortable position, the teenager drifted off to sleep.

Ian smiled softly and stroked Mickey's hair. He hoped that the boy didn't saw him as a sadist. Truth be told Ian didn't like to do that to Mickey. It would be different if it was sexual. Ian Gallagher had always been seen as so controlling, never showing his true feelings. But deep down he was the wildest sex animal you can ever imagine. With a little craziness and just a few toys, he was a self made Dom.