Gallavich Fluff & Smut

Sexual Experiment

WARNING: I PUT THE VISUAL/POSITION AT THE END. IF YOU GET DISGUSTED. DONT BLAME ME. I ASKED. Y'ALL SAID YEAH. THE REST IS HISTORY.

Now I Present... The story...

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By: Mrs_Monaghan

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Summary:

Mandy has been sending Ian porn gifs all day and there's a position he wants to try

a.k.a smut with visuals :)

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Ian is so excited for his boyfriend to get home. Mandy –bless her soul- has been sending him gay gifs all day despite Ian telling her not to. Repeatedly. He scoffs as he stares at the last gif she sent. He has never seen this position before, has never used it, has never even heard of it. So he is very excited to use it, provided Mickey doesn’t come home exhausted. Not that he will since he's just hanging out with his brothers.

He has been staring at the gif for close to an hour now. He’s looked at it from every angle, titling his phone this way and that, fascinated. Where the fuck is his boyfriend?

Where the fuck are you? He shoots.

Still hanging with these fuckers. S’mn wrong?

I just miss you is all.

Ian smirks when Mickey calls. “Babe?” his boyfriend inquires his voice conveying worry on the other end.

“Yeah?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I miss you.” Ian's voice drops an octave as he lies fully on the couch and caresses his clothed chest, already picturing himself inside Mickey.

“Ian?” Mickey whispers and Ian can tell he knows. “Are you fucking turned on right now?”

“Maybe.”

“Why?”

Ian frowns and sits on the couch. “What do you mean why? You of course.” He replies. “Technically.” He adds.

“The fuck does that mean?”        

Ian caresses his chest, his stomach and ends up cupping his balls. “Get home and I'll explain.” He continues, his breath hitching and his voice getting sexier.

“Shit.” Mickey curses and hangs up.

Ian laughs and squeezes himself, letting out a loud moan. A text comes through. No touching yourself till I get home. He just laughs louder but obeys.

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Mickey practically trips in his rush to get off the elevator. Fucking Ian and his addictive nine inches. He's just about to unlock the door to their apartment when it suddenly pulls open.

“The fuck?”

Ian smiles. “I've been doing that since you said you were coming home. I mean, look!” he gestures towards his hardness that’s literally tenting his sweats especially since he's going commando.

“How did you get there?” Mickey inquires as they walk in.

“Your sister.” Ian realizes how that sounds with the look Mickey gives him. “She’s been sending me stuff.”