Gallavich mpreg

Fucking sex

Ian and Mickey hadn't seen each other in a week and they damn badly needed to fuck. Mickey had to go to his sister Mandy who had just moved to another state to help her with the move and Ian couldn't go with him because Terry would be there too and if he had to live with them for a whole week listening to them fuck every night he would have freaked out.

It was February 25th and it was very cold in Chicago. Ian was lying on the couch under a thick wool blanket eating cereal and watching porn (gay, of course) on his phone. He couldn't think of anything other than Mickey because they had never been apart for so long. He was due back that evening, and Ian couldn't wait for anything else. No one made him feel as much pleasure as he did.

Around 7 PM the doorbell rang while Ian was in the shower, so Lip opened the door. Ian turned off the shower to try to hear who it was, and when he heard Lip's voice saying hello to Mickey and him coming into the house asking where his boyfriend was, he came out of the shower still soaked and not even bothering to put on a towel, he ran out of the bathroom and ran down the stairs.

"Fuck Ian!" Lip shouted seeing him arrive naked, after covering his eyes with one hand "What the fuck, put something on!" Having said this he left the living room and headed towards the kitchen. "Don't listen to him..." Mickey whispered in Ian's ear with a mischievous smile "I like you much better this way"

Ian looked down and noticed the erection half hidden by the other's dark pants. Then he looked back at him, grinning, took his face with both hands and kissed him. Fuck how much he missed him.

Mickey had immediately suggested fucking in the shower, but while they were talking they were interrupted by Debbie, one of Ian's sisters, calling them for dinner. After getting dressed, Ian sat at the table next to Mickey and they began to eat. Everyone asked several questions about Mandy and how the move had gone, questions to which Mickey answered in monosyllables or with disinterest. While the others chatted among themselves, Mickey turned to Ian and said, "Hey, I stopped taking those fucking pills my dad made me take. You know, the ones we didn't even know what they were." Ian's face he lit up with a smile, as usual not reciprocated by the other.

After a while, dinner started to get more interesting. Ian felt Mickey's hand making its way between his legs under the table, until it reached his cock. He started stroking it first slowly, then harder and harder, until Ian turned around and glared at him, to which he responded with a mischievous smile, almost challenging him. Mickey's hand continued its work undaunted, until, with a quick and abrupt move, it pulled his dick out of his boxers, revealing the inevitable erection.

"Fuck" Ian moaned, thinking no one could hear him. But everyone looked at him with a questioning look and he replied by saying: "Uhm... shit I cut my finger with the knife..." Everyone went back to the conversation they had interrupted, and Ian out of the corner of his eye saw Mickey laughing amused. Then his hand started working again and went faster and faster, until Ian had to cover his mouth with a napkin to block the impending orgasm. Just when he felt he was about to come, Mickey withdrew his hand, despite Ian's pleading gaze, and he quickly got dressed under the table.

After dinner Ian and Mickey finally said goodbye to everyone and then locked themselves in their room. Ian looked at Mickey defiantly, "Do you know what an asshole you are? Now you're forced to finish what you started." Then he approached Mickey and kissed him, pulling his head back and taking off his shirt, followed by the other. Mickey pushed him against the bed making him sit down and kneeling between his legs he unbuttoned his jeans, removing his belt. He bent over his cock taking it all in his mouth, meanwhile Ian threw his head back enjoying that sensation, a shiver shook his spine when he felt his tongue reach all the way down to his balls. Mickey knew how to drive him crazy. Ian's legs started to shake, but he didn't want to stop watching Mickey's cheeks swell and deflate from sucking. Everything started to swirl and, moaning, he slipped a hand into his hair, squeezing and pulling it to push him further down.

"Fuck Mick... fuck yes" He couldn't even make a complete sentence anymore. By now the pleasure had the better of him and after a while he came into Mickey's mouth, who swallowed all his sperm. He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and threw his boxers across the room and then threw himself astride Ian, who took him by the hips and reversed their positions. He reached down to grab a condom and lube from the drawer and then started thrusting it in Mickey, making him moan in pain and pleasure.

He loved hearing Mickey scream like a whore, it turned him on more than anything. "Fuck Ian, faster... fuck" he shouted. And Ian loved to satisfy his requests so he increased the speed and started thrusting in and out of him so fast his ass could catch fire. He took Mickey's legs and placed them on his shoulders, to be able to reach deeper, and so he did. By now in the room (and probably in the whole house), only their moans could be heard. Soon they came at the same time, Ian in the condom and Mickey on his chest. Ian lay down next to Mickey, both exhausted. They chatted for a while and then fell asleep.

Neither of them could believe that they had managed to go an entire week without fucking. Not a day. Not two days. A week.