Bad Day (Mötley Crüe)

🔥I Do pt 2 🔥

Vince almost couldn't wait until the kids left. He (gently) shoved Mick into their bedroom and onto their bed, straddling his waist and pawing at his clothes.

"Easy..." Mick said lowly. "Easy boy"

Vince whimpered and latched himself onto Mick's neck, pushing their jackets off and pushed him into the mattress. He fisted Mick's shirt in his hands as he sucked a dark hickey under his ear. He bit into the skin harder than he intended when Mick slid his hands in Vince's back pockets.

"Off" Mick said.

Vince kicked his boots off and kissed down Mick's chest, rubbing his nose against Mick's clothed dick through his jeans, and bit down lightly, making him hiss. He pushed the hem of Mick's shirt up with his nose and pressed a kiss right below his navel. He looked up at Mick with hooded innocent eyes and undid his jeans with his teeth. He pulled Mick's jeans down and kissed his pale thighs and down his legs, throwing his boots and jeans on the floor. He shed his own clothing and revealed a black body harness that was snug across the chest and was belted around his thighs, making his waist look smaller and more dainty. Mick slid his thumbs under the thigh belts and let them rest there.

"Baby" Vince said sweetly, batting his eye lashes and talking in a sweet California accent. Mick hummed. Vince leaned close and spoke hotly in his ear. "Treat me like a dog"

He pawed around the night stand and opened the cupboard, pulling out a collar and leash. He laid it gently in Mick's hands and looked at him expectedly.

"Yes?" Mick teased. "Do you want something? Is that what's happening?"

He asked as he put the collar on Vince's neck, keeping it loose, but comfortable against his neck. He clasped the leash on and let it dangle there.

"Tighter" Vince whispered. "Baby..." he whimpered.

"You look so pretty..." Mick whispered. He bit down on Vince's earlobe. "All tied up"

"Just for you"

Mick hummed. He caressed Vince's face and kissed his bare shoulder and kissed up his neck. He planted one on his sternum.

"Tell me how you want it" Mick asked in a hushed voice.

"Rough" Vince licked Mick's lips. "Treat me like a fuckin dog" he turned around in Mick's lap and got on his hands and knees.

Mick hummed in response. He took the leash and got on his knees, tugging on it lightly. Vince sighed quietly and tilted his head back. Mick gently kissed his tailbone before massaging Vince's hips, making him buck backwards a bit.

"Baby, please" Vince whined.

Mick slightly ignored his pleas and took one of the hair ties that was laying around and pulled Vince's hair back to keep out of his face and loosely braided it. He rubbed his back, hips, and thighs as he somewhat intentionally worked him up.

"I love you..." he said quietly as he pushed himself into Vince, pulling on the leash.

Vince moaned loudly and arched his back. His movements were slow and smooth, driving Vince wild with every touch and his skin on fire. He kissed Vince's spine as far as he could reach. His rough hands laid gently on Vince's hips, his fingers teasing along the crease of his thighs.

Vince's breathing became heavier and more labored. He whined and whimpered, clenching his muscles. He coughed and choked from the collar.