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The Time Ian Enjoys His Favorite Breakfast
Ian walks out of their bedroom, rubbing his eyes, still sleepy. He stayed up late last night, dealing with pest issue in his little garden.
He finds Mickey in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of old boxers, cutting tomatoes for sandwiches.
“Mornin’ handsome.” He hugs Mickey from behind, arms around waist, and snuggles his face into his lover’s neck, “Up so early?”
“Can’t sleep.” Mickey leans into his giant husband’s touch.
“Moon too bright?” Ian asks, titling his head to look at Mickey’s face.
“Nah, that curtain works fine. It’s just- Shit.” Some tomato juice squirts on Mickey’s bare chest.
With a metallic click, the knife is dropped on the wooden cutting board as Ian’s huge hands work their way to turn Mickey around. A warm soft tongue kisses Mickey’s chest, licking the tomato juice off. Ian grabs onto the side of the kitchen counter, confining his husband between his arms and the counter.
“Ay, you want your breakfast or not?” Mickey pats the side of Ian’s head gently as the redhead keeps on licking and nibbling his chest.
“Huh? My breakfast’s ready, isn’t it?” Ian raises his head and grins smugly. The next second Mickey is lifted onto the kitchen counter, sitting beside the sliced tomatoes. The ginger buries his head into Mickey’s chest keenly again, and sucks the pink nipples into his mouth until they’re fully erect, shining with his saliva, “Stay here.” He pecks a kiss on Mickey’s heaving chest and heads for the fridge.
“You’re a kinky motherfucker, Gallagher.” Mickey smirks when he watches Ian turn around, kicking the fridge door closed, with a few jars in his hands.
Ian open the blueberry jam and grabs a spoon to smear some on Mickey’s bare chest. Mickey flinches and hisses when it reaches one of his nipples, “Too fuckin’ cold, man.”
“Don’t worry. Won’t be soon,” Ian coos and continues smearing the blueberry jam on another waiting nipple. He steps back and admires the milky flesh decorated by the blueberry jam, “Blue is your color, baby. It matches your eyes. So beautiful.”
Mickey chuckles and flexes his pectorals unconsciously. It drives Ian insane immediately. The redhead tosses the spoon aside and dives into Mickey’s chest. He licks the jam off like his tasting the most delicious breakfast in the whole world, soothing the standing nipples with the warmth of his tongue.
Ian gropes on the kitchen counter without raising his head and picks up a piece of sliced tomato, but before he could put it on Mickey’s chest as he wished, Mickey grips his wrist and brings it up to bite the tomato between his teeth. Ian smiles knowingly when he feels Mickey’s hand on the back of his head.
They share the piece of juicy tomato, passing it between two warm mouths sloppily until their lips and chins are dripping with tomato juice. Mickey breaks the connection first to take a deep breath. Then a tomato juice-covered tongue runs on his chest and almost makes it way to his armpit, making him chuckle because of the slightly itchy feeling.
Ian fetches the chocolate syrup and Mickey snorts, “Knew you’d take this.”
“My favorite.” Ian whispers while smearing some chocolate syrup on Mickey’s full bottom lip with his fingers. He leans forward to taste it, and Mickey whines a little from how hard his bottom lip is being sucked by Ian.
The bottle of chocolate syrup is squeezed by a large hand and the thick liquid lands on Mickey’s milky skin, slowly streaming down from his chest to his belly. Ian licks it off before it reaches Mickey’s belly button.
“Taste like doughnuts.” Ian smirks and kneads Mickey’s chest as if he’s actually kneading doughs, “Fuckin’ round and springy like doughnuts. Better than Sweet Susan’s.” He hears Mickey snort again but the sight of the ivory white flesh is too intriguing to let go so he doesn’t bother to raise his head. He loves how his large hands can almost cover Mickey’s whole bosom, how the tattoo of his name peeks out between his long fingers, how the skin turns slightly pink so easily under his grip and how plump the flesh feels against his palm.
“I wanna suck marks on your beautiful titties, baby, fuck, but they look so perfect already.” So perfect that he wants to ruin them so bad, “What should I do, Mickey?” He ignores Mickey’s erection, which is currently pressed on his lower belly, soaking the front of Mickey’s boxers like a leaking tap, and begins to imagine how good Mickey’s heaving chest would look if it’s covered with hickeys and bites, as if he hasn’t seen it a thousand times.
“You’re full of shit, Gallagher.” Mickey’s breath becomes heavier when Ian flips his sensitive nipples with his thumbs, “Just put your dick in my ass. Go get the lube. M’ so hard.” He pushes Ian’s shoulder to press him to move.
“Why don’t we just…” Ian picks a jar of strawberry jam up, and looks at Mickey thoughtfully while sneaking a hand into the back of Mickey’s boxers, “It’d look so pretty on your…”
Mickey shoots the goofy redhead dagger looks and cuts him off, “Go get the real lube, bitch. Come back and fuck me here. Then make me a sandwich with extra bacon.” He ends his sentence with a bossy nod and two raised eyebrows.
Ian hurries towards their bedroom before his own dick explodes.
**
The Time Ian Drags Mickey to the Floor
“The fuck you doin’ on the floor?” Mickey closes the door behind him.
“Miccccccccck.” Ian, who’s currently sprawling out on the floor, all sweaty, looks at his husband upside down.
Mickey knows exactly what happened as soon as his sight meets with those green puppy eyes. He brings a hand to his forehead and takes a deep breath, “Don’t tell me you forgot to pay the bill. It’s hot as balls, man.”
“Miccccccccck,” the giant redhead whines again, “I’m melting.”
“Oh? And whose fault it is, asshole?” Mickey yanks his top over his head and kicks his boots off. He walks towards his whining husband, who’s only wearing a pair of loose boxers.
“I paid it as soon as I remembered. They promised the power would be back in a few hours.” Ian grabs Mickey’s ankles and continues looking at the smaller man upside down. He swallows hard when he catches sight of a drop of sweat streaming down Mickey’s… cleavage. Mickey would definitely kill him if he said that out loud, but his husband’s not a mind reader anyway, so he allows himself to go wild in his head. Those bad boys seem to fill out even more lately while Mickey doesn’t even like to work out that much. It must be a gift, and it should not be wasted.
Ian swallows hard again. He’s afraid that merely the sight of his sexy husband might be able to suck him dry already, “Come down here, Mick. The floor is cool.”
Mickey snorts and crosses his arms over his chest, unintentionally blocking the sweetest sight for Ian but happening to squeeze his… boobs, into a plumper shape. Again, Ian’s thankful that Mickey can’t read minds. He doesn’t catch anything Mickey is saying as all his blood rushes to a certain private area underneath his boxers.
Mickey kicks the frozen redhead’s shoulder with the side of his foot and brings Ian back to reality, “Get up, man. Let’s take a dip in the pool and go grab some fo- Ian, why the fuck are you hard?” He tilts his head, perplexed, but then grins wickedly, “you into this shit? You want me to rub my foot on your face or what?”
“What? No, no. Just- lie down, Mick. The wooden floor is cool. C’mere.” Ian pulls the standing brunet’s pants and lures him to lie down beside him with a hoarse voice, a voice that indicates flaming desire and promises heavenly climax.
The giant ginger gets up like a lighting and straddles the smaller man the second Mickey finally lies down.
“Fuck, you’re all wet, baby,” Ian whispers into Mickey’s sweaty chest. He inhales deeply, closing his eyes to focus on taking in the scent of Mickey’s sweat and deodorant, “You wearing my deodorant today?” He smirks and kisses Mickey’s nipple, “In case you missed me when you were out there alone?”
“Fuck off.” Mickey wraps his arms around Ian’s shoulder despite the fact that it’s hot like burning hell in their apartment.
Ian flips one of Mickey’s nipples with the tip of his tongue and pinches another one between two fingers, the way that brings slight pain but Mickey likes. He switches sides when Mickey moans louder.
“You’re so hard, Mickey,” Ian mumbles as he grinds his own crotch on Mickey’s bulge, grinning. He straights up and pulls his dick out while moving forward on his knees until he can rub the head of his dick on Mickey’s slippery chest.
Mickey unzips his own pants to free his fully-hard cock, panting because of the heat from both outside and inside, and begins to fist his own dick. Ian catches the opportunity to shove half of his dick into Mickey’s gasping mouth. He rocks his hips slowly while holding onto Mickey’s chest with both hands, and pulls out to rub his cock on the now hand-prints covered chest from time to time.
Mickey gets chocked easily because of the position. Ian slowly sits back on his heels, letting his dick slip out, careful not to put too much weight on Mickey’s torso, and strokes his cock faster with it’s leaking tip directing to Mickey’s sweaty chest. He rubs the sensitive slit on Mickey’s nipples, which are all wet and smiley, covered by sweat and spit and pre-cum. The ample flesh changes shape from how hard he’s prodding his big fat cock on it. He can feel his orgasm approach as all he can hear now is Mickey’s moans and heavy breathing.
“Gonna cum on these tits and share it with you, Mickey.” Ian laughs when he sees Mickey shut his eyes and bite his bottom lip, “Open your eyes, baby. Watch me. Watch how I cum on these bad boys.” He strokes Mickey’s blushing cheek with one hand and smooths away a wisp of hair from Mickey’s sweaty forehead.
Mickey opens his eyes and fists his own dick faster. He watches how Ian throws his head back, groaning, and spills his jizz all over his chest. He watches how Ian bows his head again, sticking his tongue out to collect the cum in his mouth. He watches how Ian deliberately spits some cum on his nipples and slowly sucks it clean again while looking up at him in the eyes. He watches how Ian leans forward, smiling, with a mouth full of cum.
And the moment their parting lips meet, Mickey comes in his hand. Ian shoves his tongue into Mickey’s mouth, delivering the cum to Mickey and taking it back again by rolling up his tongue. Mickey has to hold his chin up in order to chase Ian’s teasing tongue, desperate to get a better taste of Ian’s cum. He grabs the sides of Ian’s neck and pulls him back down when the redhead pretends to be getting up to escape from Mickey’s reach.
Ian giggles into Mickey’s mouth at the thought of how needy Mickey is. They kiss filthily and pass the cum back and forth between their mouths playfully, sweaty chest closely press into each other’s. Mickey finally lets go of Ian’s neck after he gets to swallow all of Ian’s cum.
“Fun?” Ian raises his eyebrows, smiling, and looks at Mickey with his puppy eyes expectedly.
“Yea, fun.” Mickey wipes the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, “But too hot, man. Get the fuck off me. Gotta take a shower.”
Ian gets up on his feet and pulls Mickey up, “Together.”
**
The Time Ian Asks Mickey to Keep the Seatbelt on
Ian tries to keep his eyes on the road but it becomes harder when his husband’s sitting beside him looking like that, security jacket gasping open, seatbelt right across his bare chest. Those titties definitely jiggle a bit when they hit a speed bump. How the fuck is he supposed to think about anything else?
“Mick, why is there nothin’ underneath your jacket?” He just has to ask.
“Too fuckin’ hot, man,” Mickey grumbles, “We gotta find something else to wear. This shit’s too much in the summer.”
Yeah, too fucking hot. Ian says to himself, and takes a right turn when they’re supposed to go straight forward.
“Where you going, Gallagher?” Mickey frowns and turns his head to look at Ian confusedly.
Ian parks their ambulance behind an abandoned building. That’s when Mickey glances down and notices Ian’s cock growing through his pants.
“Really? What turns you on?” Mickey grins, “Gotta be a quickie. We have to get to the next place in 40.”
And his hands are wrapped by Ian’s larger ones when he’s about to unbuckle his seatbelt.
“No, no. Keep your seatbelt on.” Ian unbuckles his own seatbelt and leans towards his husband. They exchange a passionate kiss, teeth almost bum into each other’s, tongue rubbing tongue. Mickey unzips his pants impatiently as Ian kisses all the way down from his neck to his chest. He gets hard just from seeing Ian hard.
“You’re a slut, you know that?” Ian sucks a dark mark on Mickey’s chest with a loud pop, “You know how hot you look like this? It’s like you’re wearing fuckin’ chest harness.” They have several leather chest harnesses, different designs, different colors, black, red, white, brown. All look fucking amazing on Mickey. This man is the incarnation of his wildest wet dreams.
Mickey makes a grimace, “Really, man? Seatbelt? You know we can just get our work done, go home, and use the real harness right?”
Ian grabs Mickey’s hand and presses it roughly on his crotch, “Feel it, Mick. You feel how hard I am? I get this hard just from seeing your tits bouncing under the seatbelt.” Mickey cups Ian’s erection and moans under his breath when he feels how warm and big Ian’s cock is in his palm even through two layers of fabrics. He feels his mouth watering and his asshole clenching.
“Let me suck that dick, Ian.” Mickey rubs Ian’s crotch harder, and begs again when Ian shakes his head, “Please, Ian, let me suck it.”
“Um-huh,” Ian turns Mickey down again and smiles wickedly. The real game hasn’t even started yet, but Mickey is already so fucked out that he starts to beg. Ian picks a nipple between his teeth and nibbles gently. He has something in his pocket that he was not going to use before their last delivery, but seeing his husband like this just changes all his plans. He takes turn to nibble both nipples until Mickey squirms on the seat and pulls his hair.
He straightens up and kneads Mickey’s tits roughly. The seatbelt is a little tight that it’s leaving a pink mark across Mickey’s chest. He caresses the crooked tattoo with his thumb before he leaves a bite under his name.
“Ow!” Mickey yelps and reaches down to fondle his own balls in the attempt to sooth his throbbing dick.
“Hands behind your back, Mickey.” But Ian orders cruelly, “Do you think you can come just with me playing with your tits?”
“No, I really can’t, really.” Mickey wants to make himself sound as sincere as possible, because he genuinely thinks it’s impossible.
“Alright,” Ian says between sucking marks on Mickey’s chest. They still have a lifetime to try so he won’t push, “Grind your dick on me. You can come anytime you want.”
Mickey pushes his hip forward, seeking for friction and dry humping his husband’s clothes. Contented moans and sighs escape from his open mouth.
“Look like little cherries.” Ian coos, eyes on Mickey’s nipples, without caring one bit how Mickey is rubbing his leaking dick on his clothes like a shameless whore, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He pecks a loving kiss on each nipple, and sucks them brutally, intending to make them even redder and bigger, drawing an uncontrollable whine from the back of Mickey’s throat. His huge hands keeps jolting the heavy round flesh, making them bounce crazily.
Mickey brings his hands up, trying to hold onto Ian’s wrists, but stops himself half way with all the control he has.
“What did I say, Mick?” Ian looks at Mickey directly in the eyes, “Hands behind your back.” He’s not that into bondage. He always prefects to restrict Mickey’s movements with verbal instructions only, more pleased to see Mickey struggle to obey with his own will power, just like now.
And Mickey blows his load with a stifled groan all over Ian’s jacket when his eyes meets with Ian’s, so hungry and harsh that he wants to kneel and worship this man right here right now.
“Oh, you come, baby,” Ian caresses Mickey’s cheek, and Mickey eagerly tilts his head to lean into the gentle touch, “Let’s try something new this time. I have something for you.” He takes a little box out of his pocket.
“Fuck, you bring these things around?” Mickey’s soft dick twitches in anticipation again when Ian opens the little box and uncovers the pair of nipple clips inside.
“Fresh arrived yesterday. Cleaned and sterilized.” Ian picks one of the clips up. The two clips are attached by a silver chain, but then Mickey notices there’s an extra ring, also attached to the clips by the chain.
He groans in compliant when he realizes it’s a cock ring.
“Shhh. You’re a good boy. Let me put them on, huh?” Ian chases the curve of Mickey’s chest with a finger, “You don’t wanna get fully hard in front of our clients.”
“I don’t wanna wear this shit in front of our client either!” Ian can see Mickey blushing, face almost as pink as the marks on his chest.
Ian chuckles and rubs one nipple clip around Mickey’s slightly swollen areola, “I know you can do it, baby. I know you want to do it. I’ve seen the porn you watched. We share one laptop.” He teases the little nipple, tickling it with the tip of the nipple clip.
“That’s called invasion of privacy, bitch,” Mickey mumbles but that’s no real malice in his word.
“You ready?” Ian asks, showing some mercy, but Mickey just looks at him and blinks, so he takes full control and decides to clip both of Mickey’s nipples at once without warning.
“Mmmmmmh!” Mickey bites his lips hard and leans forward to snuggle his face into Ian’s shoulder.
“How does it feel, Baby? Good?” Ian rubs his face on Mickey’s hair lovingly, “You love it?”
Mickey can’t stop panting, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Put the ring on me, quick. I’m gonna get too hard.”
Ian deftly slips the ring onto Mickey’s half hard cock and motions Mickey to recline on the seat, giving him space to better appreciate Mickey’s body, which is decorated by the marks he made and the whole set of sliver nipple clips he chose. He touches the tattoo of his name, smiling.
“Oh, shit,” Ian exclaims under his breath. It suddenly hits him that the seatbelt is still under those chains.
“What? You come in your pants?” Mickey is slowly getting used to the sting on his nipples. He squirms a little to get more comfortable on his seat.
“No. We gotta do this again, Mick. I forgot you still have the seatbelt on.” Ian reaches out to try to unclasp the nipple clips.
Mickey stops him in panic, “What? No, no. Just keep it like this. I can work it out from under the chains. Don’t- don’t touch ‘em.”
Ian muses for a moment and agrees. He zips Mickey’s jacket for him, with all the tenderness he has, but Mickey still hisses and tries to huddle up when the fabric touches his nipples. Ian leans forward to kiss his husband’s chin.
“Shhh. Keep ‘em on, Mickey. Be a good boy.” Ian’s breath lingers around the blue veins on Mickey’s neck. He’s feeling Mickey’s fluttering pulse with his lips, wrapping his arms around Mickey’s shoulder loosely in case he grinds Mickey’s sensitive nipples, “I’ll take ‘em off and let you suck me off when we get the next spot done. Alright? Can you do that for me?”
Mickey swallows hard and nods.
— —
That 1 time Mickey’s Boobs Are Actually Heavy
Ian can barely open his eyes. The first thing he faintly sees is Mickey’s chest in his face, which seems to be… bigger and heavier than usual?
“Ian, Ian, wake up,” He hears Mickey calls his name urgently, then something round and plump is rubbing his cheek, “Ian, wake the fuck up.”
He stretches on the sheets and opens his eyes completely. Mickey is straddling him, naked, panting. He yawns while rubbing his eyes, unable to process the visual image, “What, babe?”
Without replying, Mickey just shoves his tits into Ian’s mouth.
“Mmh?” Ian is beyond confused now, but he doesn’t push Mickey away, “What you doin’, Mi-” He mumbles while automatically licking and sucking Mickey’s nipple, until something sweet squirts on his tongue.
He grabs onto Mickey’s ribs to lift him up a little bit. Mickey’s nipple slips out of his mouth, dripping something white on Ian’s chin. It can’t stop leaking milk once it’s sucked open.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Ian can’t believe what he’s seeing right now. He pinches another nipple and teases the tiny opening with his nails.
Mickey braces himself on all fours, moaning and shaking, allowing the redhead to play with his body freely. He’s a little embarrassed, but he trusts Ian and needs Ian to ease the dull pain in his heavy chest.
The said redhead gasps in surprise when the other nipple starts leaking milk too. He grabs Mickey’s bosom and runs his tongue on it frantically, reluctant to waste one drop of that sweet white liquid. The richest and sweetest milk he’s ever tasted in his life.
“I’m not into boobs. But your boobs are wonderful, Mickey.” Ian sucks the milk streaming down Mickey’s shaking body. He sucks his fingers before he grips Mickey’s asscheeks and pulls them apart, slowly pushing one finger inside to get Mickey’s hole ready for him.
“Ey! Shut the fuck up! Don’t fuckin’ call ‘em boobs!” Mickey fists the sheets beside Ian’s head.
The redhead shuts up as he’s told. More milk streams down the side of his tongue and enters his throat as he plays with Mickey’s swollen nipples with the tip of his tongue as if he’s trying to drill them open. It becomes too much and Mickey tries to get up to save his sore nipples from Ian’s evil tongue.
Ian removes one hand from Mickey’s ass and wraps an arm around Mickey’s back to stop him from getting up, “Squeeze them for me, baby,” He orders while inserting one more finger into Mickey’s rim.
There must be magic in Ian’s words, because Mickey just finds himself obeying every time his husband makes a command. He squeezes his bloated breast submissively to produce more milk for Ian to suck.
“Good boy. Best snack before work.” Ian sits up against the headboard and brings Mickey to sit up on his laps. He grinds his cock between Mickey’s asscheeks while finding the lube in the drawer of their nightstand. A stream of milk squirts onto Ian’s neck because Mickey is still squeezing his chest.
“Lick it, Mick. It tastes good.” Ian coats his dick with lube and slaps the fat head on Mickey’s waiting hole.
“Um, no,” Mickey refuses, frowning. He clenches onto Ian’s shoulder and slowly sinks down to swallow Ian’s 9-inches. Ian takes over Mickey’s job, continues to squeeze the milk-loading flesh and bows his head back to collect a mouthful of milk.
“Mmmh-”
Mickey almost chokes on his own milk when a gulp of milk pours into his gasping mouth, delivered by Ian’s mouth. He swallows some and punches the redhead on the shoulder to stop him.
“Fuck, man, tryna kill me?” He wipes the milk spilled on his chin, coughing.
Ian pats his back apologetically. Some milk is dripping down Mickey’s pale neck. He can’t help but wrap a large hand around the delicate body part without adding any pressure, just pleased with feeling Mickey’s pulses.
“Ride me, Mickey,” He murmurs into Mickey’s chest, wrapping his lips around Mickey’s areola again, sucking like he’s craving air, “Make me cum and cum with me, baby.”
Mickey rocks his hips, trying to find the right angle to let Ian’s cock hit the right spot. Ian scoops some milk in his palm and fists Mickey’s dick with the lubrication, faster and faster.
Mickey grinds his thick thighs on the sides of Ian’s waist and clenches his warm walls around Ian’s length. He moans together with Ian, riding him like it’s the last thing worth doing. He can almost hear Ian swallow his milk eagerly as his dick throbbing in Ian’s hand.
Ian is milking him, in both ways. And the sudden realization brings him over the edge, following Ian’s orgasm.
He collapses on his side, resting his head on Ian’s arm.
The AC is on. Ian pulls the sheets up to cover it on Mickey, who’s agleam with a layer of sweat. He checks the time on his phone, “Take a shower then get some coffee on the way?”
“I don’t wanna get to work today, man.” Mickey glances at Ian and plays with Ian’s arm hair absentmindedly.
“It’s alright. I can pull over and suck ‘em anytime you want.” Ian smirks.
“No, Gallagher. I don’t want to.” Mickey pulls the sheets higher to his neck.
Ian strokes Mickey’s reddened ear. Of course he won’t push Mickey’s limit if he’s feeling uncomfortable.
“Okay. I’ll call the crew and tell them to cover our places.” He kisses Mickey on the temple, “I love you.”
Mickey hums and smiles back.
“Hey, say it back, asshole.” Ian flips Mickey’s nipple playfully through the sheets.
“Ow! Alright. Love you too.” Mickey keeps a hand on Ian’s arm and closes his eyes, ready for a nap in his loving husband’s arms.