Gallavich Fluff & Smut

Welcome Home.

By: MickeysTonic

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Summary:
Ian and Mickey have just moved into their first home together. A home they own.

They celebrate in the one way they know how: fucking.

No plot as usual. Just straight smut as we all enjoy.

^^( Mickey's Tonic)

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Ian and Mickey stood in the middle of their new living room just looking around. They moved in to their new house over a week ago but had just gotten everything unpacked and settled. It looked more like a home now.

Their home.

Their own sanctuary free to be who they are.

"I can't believe we fucking made it." Mickey spoke, looking over at Ian, "Who would have thought we'd be here?"

Ian smiled at him, "No one did. Even we had our doubts, Mick. But here we are in our first home."

"You know what this means." Mickey said, plopping down on their couch.

Ian turned to look at him, "It means no shoes on the couch, Mickey!"

Mickey laughed and kicked off his shoes, "There you go, asshole. But no that's not what I was talking about."

Ian walked over and sat down beside him tossing his arms behind his head, "It means that we don't actually have to leave. We don't have to let people in. We won't get interrupted by someone running into the room."

Mickey just chuckled, "Guess again."

Ian sat up a bit to turn towards Mickey, "What the hell are you talking about then?"

Mickey let out a yawn before stretching out his legs underneath their coffee table. He looked over at Ian and said very bluntly, "It means you can fuck me good and hard and we can be as loud as we fucking want."

He was grinning.

Ian was glaring.

"Mickey, please don't get me horny right now. There are a few things I wanted to get done today."

Mickey rolled his eyes and put his hand on Ians' leg. He rubbed it up and down Ians' jeans lingering close to his cock but pulling back, "Can't those few things wait until tomorrow? It's Saturday so we'll both be home to do them."

"Mickey-" Ian groaned, "Don't-"

"Yeah, yeah." Mickey laughed.

He threw his legs over Ian and sat right down on his lap. He wrapped his hands around Ians' neck and grinned down at the love of his life who was glaring a hole through him.

"Mickey Milkovich I will-"

"What?" Mickey asked, slowly grinding down on him, "You'll what?"

Ian bit his lip refusing to let out any kind of noise. He wasn't going to give Mickey the satisfaction.

He pressed down harder his ass grinding right against Ians' cock. Even through the jeans, he could tell that Ian was reacting to it. He leaned closer and put his mouth right at Ians' ear and whispered in a tone he only used when he was extremely turned on, "Come on, Ian. What are you going to do to me? Going to bend me over and fuck me rough for doing this? Going to spank me? Going to gag me with your cock and make me choke on it? Or you going to let me ride you just like this? Right here on our own fucking couch in our own living room?"