Mickey Milkovich is the Governor of Illinois, Ian Gallagher just got hired as his new personal assistant. Only problem is the Governor is in the closet, has a wife and son and slept with Ian before he knew they would be working together. What happen...
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Ian woke up cuddled into a soft warm back. The room was still dark so he knew it was definitely too early to even be awake right now but he needed to piss so he rolled out of bed anyway.
Walking through the house he went to the guest bathroom, stopping in the kitchen to down a glass of water before heading to the hallways entrance. He nearly moaned when images of just a few hours flashed in his mind. He cursed quietly before starting to pick up their clothes, separating and folding them. He fished out Mickey's phone and sat it on the counter before finding his own. His dick twitched again when he picked the black button up and it smelled just like the man. He cringed internally when he noticed that there were buttons missing from the shirt when he ripped it open last night.
Ian walked back in the room setting Mickey's phone on the side table next to him and couldn't help but look the man over. He was laying on his stomach, only a bit of the sheet covering his ass but his beautiful skin was covered in a soft orange glow from the street light outside. His dick was half hard and he had no idea if he would see this man again so why not just wake him up?
He walked to the end of the bed, kneeling down and dropping onto his hands, pressing a kiss to the sole of each foot, each ankle and up his calves. Micky sighed and shifted a bit but didn't make any moves to stop him. Ian slid his hands up soft thighs, pushing the sheet away and kneading a soft thick ass. This time Mickey made a more coherent noise and Ian knew he was away, smirking to himself when he spread those cheeks and licked a long strip from his balls to his asshole making Mickey cry out. Ian slipped his thumb into the stretched hole, moaning when he could still feel his cum in there from earlier.
"Ian," Mickey breathed, pushing his ass back and Ian nearly shot up, sliding his cock through Mickey's ass cheeks.
"Let me fuck you again, please," Ian pleaded, ready to beg because he honestly couldn't remember the last time he had an ass that good. Though he wasn't quite sure he ever had.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck me, please," Mickey begged right back, grinding his ass against Ian's hard, leaking cock. Ian moaned letting Mickey grind on him for a minute before grabbing his cock and pushing in.
"Oh, fuck," Mickey cried into the pillow, arching his back and giving Ian the best view of his ass.
Ian fucked him hard and slow, leaning over Mickey's back to trail kisses up his spine, along his neck and across his jaw. Stopping next to Mickey's ear, letting his heavy breaths wash over the man and why the way he was shaking and covered in goosebumps he obviously liked it.
"Come ride me," Ian whispered, and before he could really even think Mickey had them flipped over, crawling over his body and straddling his lap.
Both cried out when Mickey sank back on Ian's cock, fully seating himself before nearly pulling off and slamming back down. Grinding his ass in slow tight circles that had him and Ian cursing and moaning. Mickey grabbed Ian's wrist, pinning them above his head, riding him hard and fast.
"Oh, fuck. That's so good, Micky. You're so fucking tight," Ian's eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open and he was completely at Mickey's mercy, letting him take whatever he wanted.
"I want you to fucking cum in me again," The growl that left Ian was almost inhuman at Mickey's request, his him jerking up making Mickey cry out.
Ian kept thrusting into Mickey, hard and fast, causing him to fall forward on Ian and lose his grip on his wrists. Without being pinned down Ian's hands found their way to Mickey's hips, holding him in place to get better leverage to fuck into Mickey. He felt the cum shoot onto his belly and it only took a few more thrusts before he was holding Mickey tight in his lap and coming inside of him.
"Holy fuck," Ian breathed, hands petting up and down Mickey's back.
"Holy fuck is right. I don't remember the last time someone fucked me like that," Mickey confessed, pressing a kiss just below Ian's ear, seriously considering seeing this man again.
"Ditto," Ian chuckled, returning the small kiss behind Mickey's own ear.
They fell asleep like that, Ian still inside Mickey and him lying on Ian's chest. It was odd. He had never stayed with a guy like this but it felt so good to be held by someone. It was a feeling he really didn't want to lose, not from some he felt like he had a connection with.
They also woke up in that exact same position to the sound of a blaring alarm. Mickey's eyes shot open and pulled off of Ian's lap with a quiet curse.
"Hey, I gotta go," Mickey announced, though normally he would just leave with no warning.
"No, please stay," Ian pouted, crawling out of bed as Mickey started dressing himself. He looked over at Ian meeting his eyes before glancing at his semi hard cock, licking his lips but shook his head.
"I'm sorry, I can't," Even though he wanted to. He really fucking wanted to. Pausing in the process of buttoning his jeans and letting Ian kiss him deep and slow, one hand caressing his face and the other slipping down the back of his pants to finger his hole slowly.
"Why not? I promise I'll make it worth it," Ian whispered against Mickey's slack mouth, pushing his half hard cock against his thigh. Mickey was losing this battle but he had to go so he hesitantly pulled back, but only enough for Ian to get the message to stop.
"Can I at least get your number?" Ian asked and Mickey surveyed him for a second.
"I'll look for you," Mickey pecked his lips but that answer only confused the hell out of him.
"How?" Ian asked following him to the door but Mickey just grinned, pulling him close, sliding their tongues together again before turning and leaving Ian in the hallway.
