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Ian enters the bedroom, wearing only shorts that reach his knees and combing his fingers over his unruly, red hair.
He notices Mickey seated on the bed, laptop on his lap, his complete attention focused on the bright screen illuminating his pale face.
The redhead walks farther, climbing on the bed and quickly settling behind Mickey, crushing his chest into the man's back.
Ian throws his arms around the brunette's stomach and leans his cheek on Mickey's shoulder, examining the laptop.
“Aren't you tired, Mick?” He whispers, yawning and trying to maintain his eyes open. Mickey, on the other hand, grins warmly at Ian's clinginess and cocks his chin to the other side.
“I have to work, Red. Needa’ finish it by tomorrow evening.” Mickey sighs, and Ian's eyes rise to his face. His pupils widen as he notices the black-framed glasses resting on the man's nose.
Ian draws away slightly in surprise, as if seeking to figure out if he's seeing correctly. He even lifts his fist and wipes his eyes, but it doesn't help.
Mickey is wearing glasses. What is happening?
“Are you wearing glasses or am I trippin’?” Ian jokes, but Mickey appears embarrassed by the remark. He extends his hand to remove the glasses, but he's quickly halted. He senses a palm curled around his wrist and Ian's sharp stare on his eyes.
“Fuck, Mickey, where'd you get them from?” Ian's irises gleam with curiosity. He's never seen Mickey wear glasses before, and he's never had such a strong desire to until now.
Mickey looks fantastic in them; his blueish eyes are perfectly highlighted, and the few simple strands of his black hair falling on his forehead only contribute to the overall effect.
“I had to use them to read, but I don't know, I don't fuckin' like them.” Mickey grunts, and the darkness in the room prevents Ian from noting his reddish cheeks at the mention. “I look like a damn nerd who'd get a beat up.”
Ian shifts near to the other's face, rests his palm on Mickey's neck, and shares an intimately lengthy time with gazes linked. “You look gorgeous."
“Oh, fuck you.” Mickey turns his head to the side, still not used to Ian's compliments. Still, he feels his heart pumping loudly and violently. He expected the redhead to scorn the glasses, but he appears to be thoroughly enjoying them on Mickey. “Anyway, weren't you tired? I'll finish the work in—”
Ian interrupts Mickey by gripping his jaw with one hand and dragging him in for an aggressive and harsh kiss. Their lips are forcefully fighting each other, and Mickey, who is taken aback, eventually follows up.
He rests one of his hands on Ian's neck, with his thumb pressing against his jaw. Mickey's tongue slides inside Ian's mouth, and both of them are furiously battling for dominance.
Yet, Mickey steps back after a second, straining to catch his breath, and raises his finger to correct his glasses, which are about to drop.
Ian peers at him with a big, toothy grin and his pupils shine brightly at the brunette, adoring his appearance with each passing second.
Mickey is noticeably ashamed, and he starts to stand up from the bed but is stopped again, only to be pulled nearer to the redhead.
“I ain't tired anymore.” He whispers, pressing the tip of his thumb to Mickey's plump lips.
Mickey stares at him in quiet for a time before his cheeks grow red, and he can't disguise the grin on his lips any longer. “You're fuckin’ weird.”
Ian smiles in response and brings his lips together for another kiss, this time with considerably more passion and intensity.
When they back away, Ian reverses places, lowering Mickey onto the back mattress and hanging directly above his face. His palms press against both sides of Mickey's shoulders, and he leans in close to the man's face, adding, “The glasses stay on.”
“What?” Mickey arches an eyebrow, but before he can complain further, Ian's mouth touches the skin of his neck.
Ian nibbles on his milky skin, coloring it pinkish. Mickey shifts his head to the side, giving Ian extra room to play with his delicate neck.
“You know, you're really beautiful.” Ian whispers, carefully lowering his head and gripping the end of Mickey's t-shirt before dragging it up. The brunette's stomach gets exposed, and he breathes unsteadily, feeling himself aroused with each comment Ian tosses his way.
“Can you just… Fucking stop?” Mickey hides his face with a palm, becoming uncomfortably warm, and is unwilling to give Ian any more satisfaction with his emotions.
Ian grins as he kisses Mickey's chest all over, licking and leaving traces.
Then he leans towards Mickey's nipple and flicks his tongue over it, knowing how sensitive that spot is for the man.
Mickey bites his bottom lip, not allowing any sound to escape his mouth, but he is fully aware that he cannot lie to himself. He shivers with thrill as Ian continues to tease him with his tongue and cast provocative glances his way.
“Stop what exactly?” Ian asks, playing with Mickey's emotions. The brunette stares down at him, and the redhead can't help but note how good-looking he looks in the glasses. Almost like a different person. “You know you like it.”
Ian doesn't wait for a response, instead positioning himself between Mickey's spread thighs and reaching for his belt.
Mickey had just finished his work and was about to fall asleep, but Ian never does. He messes with his head with a simple touch.
Ian pushes in closer, pulling Mickey's pants down and leaving him with a building arousal in his boxers. The redhead grins and lowers his head, brushing his lips against the inner side of Mickey's thigh and clutching the other with his free hand.
Mickey becomes warm and excited, claws his nails into the mattress, and glances at Ian, “Are you gonna do something or just keep teasing me?”
Ian grins widely, nipping the skin on Mickey's leg and eliciting a faint gasp in return.
“I really want to admire you before I mess this pretty face up.” Ian responds in a husky voice that sends shivers down Mickey's spine. He's always easy with his words, and he can turn the brunette's body into a wriggling jelly with a light touch.
Although Mickey lifts his elbow and adjusts his glasses, the two sets of eyes latch on each other. “A lot of promises, ain't there?”
Ian snorts and toys with Mickey's boxers waistband, “Take your shirt off.” He directs, and the other's unstable heartbeat instantly responds. “But don't you pull the glasses away.”
Mickey frowns, yet cannot resist a small grin. What is the source of his obsession with glasses?
Mickey does as he is ordered; he grabs the ends of his t-shirt and quickly pulls it up, leaving himself almost entirely naked in front of his boyfriend.
Ian licks his lips, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of Mickey's body, and he smiles cockily, “Yeah, good boy.”
Mickey's pupils dilate, he gulps, and the words Ian said grow strong on his bottom half. He'd never liked pet names, especially ludicrous ones, but Ian changed everything. He made a terrible mess out of Mickey.
Ian lays a brief kiss on Mickey's inner thigh before pulling his boxers down, revealing the half-hard erection to him.
Mickey tilts his head back, too humiliated to take a peek at the arrogant grin in front of him.
Ian, on the other hand, catches the move fast and lets out a faint sigh as his long fingers graze against Mickey's base.
“Look at me.” Ian mutters, his warm breath stinging Mickey's skin, his fist clutching the hard cock in front of him.
Mickey takes fast breaths, expecting for the redhead to flex his hand, but nothing happens. So he decides to gaze back at him, his eyes half-closed and his lips parted.
Ian smiles and leans in with his lips at the tip of Mickey's shaft, but doesn't touch it.
“What do you want me to do?” Ian teases, as if the response isn't right in front of him, totally exposed and ready for any move.
Mickey pinches his tongue since he knows Ian will not quit playing anytime soon.
“You're either gonna do it, or I'll do it myself.” He makes an offer, but instead of taking immediate action, Ian tightens his grip over Mickey's cock, eliciting another trembling but muted gasp.
“You really want to?” Ian tilts his head to the side, arching his eyebrows, and he is fully aware that he's the only one who understands how to entirely pleasure his boyfriend. “Go ahead, then.”
Mickey stares at him for a longer period of time, angry by Ian's ease in controlling him. Then he exhales, realizing that the only way to persuade Ian to do what he wants is to use words he dislikes. Fucking hell. “Please.”
Ian is beaming like a Cheshire Cat now, and his thumb takes itself to the tip of Mickey's cock, where he presses it, eliciting another gasp from the man's mouth. This time, it was a lot more desperate and full of need. “Please what?”
He couldn't lie to himself; Ian can barely contain his own arousal anymore, having to modify his position every now and then since his hardening erection isn't very pleasant. Although, witnessing Mickey pleading and gasping in front of him is surely worth it.
“Just do something, or I'll make you regret it.” Mickey sighs, and Ian no longer has to be reminded twice. He leans forward and runs his tongue against the entire base of Mickey's erected cock. The brunette lays back, gasping and burying his fingers in the bedding. “Fuck…”
Ian stares at him, studying his reaction, before entering the entire expanse inside his lips, his tongue twirling all over it. Mickey does not hold back; he groans loudly and can feel his glasses dropping to his nose.
They irritate him, but Ian seems to adore them, and Mickey, even if he doesn't acknowledge it, would go to any length to please his boyfriend.
Ian tightly grasps Mickey's thigh, bowing his head slowly and purposefully, teasing the brunette while sucking him all the way to the top.
The brunette arches his back, trying not to get buried in Ian's scorching, tight mouth. One of his arms reached for Ian's red hair, pressing his fingers between the strands and pulling them firmly, effectively guiding his head. “Fuck, faster… Please…”
Ian does as he's told, totally satisfying his boyfriend, and feels as a vein appears on his cock in the interim.
He knows it won't be difficult to get Mickey to come; he's sensitive, and each touch brings him closer to his goal.
Ian smiles, tightening his jaw and sensing Mickey's fingers on his hair beginning to shake; it won't be long until he comes.
The redhead maintains his gaze fixed on Mickey, watching him completely lose himself in the ecstasy; attempting to stifle the groans by pushing his teeth together or vigorously squirming on the bed. Ian finds it upsetting, since he adores hearing those imploring sounds.
He pulls his lips away for a second, stunning Mickey with a rapid gesture, and then climbs higher.
The brunette watches him with a desperate imploring gaze, his cock yearns for attention, and all of his muscles shiver with pleasure. “I was fuckin’ close, man…”
Ian moves in, pressing his knee against Mickey's crotch, and whispers, “You'll come with me.”
Mickey feels a chill run down his spine at the deep voice; all of his irritation fades away, and he is focused on the redhead's strained muscles, his well-built arms straining for the waistband of his shorts.
Mickey raises his hand and pulls his spectacles up, eliciting a grin from Ian. “You want me to relax you before we start?”
The shorter man wraps his leg around Ian's waist, panting and pushing his erection against the redhead's exposed stomach, attempting to show him how desperately he wants it to end.
Ian lowers his head, noting the leaking cock and hoping that someone will notice it. Mickey doesn't say anything, but he's sweating and excessively pressing against Ian's body, which is a clear indicator for the redhead.
Ian maintains a confident look on his lips as he unties the tie on his shorts waistband and pulls them down, along with his underwear, without waiting a second longer to get ready. He wishes he could tease Mickey more and taste his body, but he can no longer restrain himself.
Mickey's chest starts pumping quicker when he notices Ian's stiff erection rubbing against the flesh of his thigh. He suppresses any sounds, focusing his famished gaze on the freckled man.
Ian wraps his hand around his cock and leads it to Mickey's hole, teasing him for a few seconds and stroking his tip against the entrance.
“I'm going to fucking kill you when it's over.” Mickey gasps, but Ian simply kisses his leg and chuckles gently. Fuck, he adores everything about the unkempt, dark-haired thug; he even discovered that he is the only one Ian became enamored with while wearing glasses.
Ian leans in slightly forward, places his palm against Mickey's waist, and then gently enters the brunette, turning his head to the back and grunting with delight. He'll never get used to the warmth and wetness wrapping around him from all sides.
When Ian looks back at Mickey halfway in, the other man clenches his fists and lets out a deep, pleasurable moan.
“I'm not even fully in, and you're so satisfied.” Ian hums, catching Mickey's gaze on his own, and as he leans closer to the other's face, he pushes himself even deeper, leaving scarcely any gap between them. Mickey gasps aloud, feeling thoroughly filled with Ian's cock. “You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?”
Mickey does not answer; he simply directs his arm to Ian's shoulder, pushing him nearer and sinking his claws into the man's flesh. “Please, just fuck… me.”
Ian says his heart was racing twice as fast when he heard the weak voice right next to his ear.
He's feeling proud, making a complete mess of Mickey, watching his cheeks turn red, and battling to keep any sounds down.
“If you're asking so nicely…” Ian responds arrogantly, sliding out of Mickey and smashing into him once more, faster and greater than before. The skins slap against one other, producing an echoing sound, and Ian moans at the sensation. “Jesus Christ, Mickey…”
Mickey closes his eyes and completely loses himself in the ecstasy. He adores every moment of sex with Ian, from the beginning part to when he's panting over him and pushing his hips with such force he can't take a breather.
He enjoys being slow and delicate, as well as being harsh and calling Mickey dirty names.
He adores Ian in every way, and he can't help but sneak a glimpse when Ian begins to drive his hips into Mickey.
He notices Ian's red locks falling on top of his forehead, his jaw clenched as he grunts low moans, and a drop of sweat sliding down his neck and down his sturdy chest. If this isn't the hottest view Mickey has ever seen, he's not sure what is.
Even though Ian understands how to play with Mickey, the brunette also knows a few tricks, which he decides to utilize. He grabs the back of Ian's hair and forces their lips together.
Ian is taken aback by the rapid movement, but as he notices Mickey's tongue attempting to enter his lips, he can feel himself stiffening inside the man. The redhead immediately sinks into the kiss, deepening it and swinging his tongue along the blue-eyed. Mickey puts out low, muffled grunts into his mouth, which Ian loves to the point of obsession.
When he's so into it, he doesn't even see his face brushing across Mickey's glasses, and he can't help but smile during the kiss when he realizes his partner listened to him and didn't try to remove them.
Then Mickey bites on Ian's lip, softly tugging it away from him, and they stare into each other's eyes with desire.
Mickey wraps his legs around Ian's waist, forcing him to go deeper into himself, and when he does, he moans with gritted teeth. Ian takes a long breath and rubs his fingers over Mickey's jaw, “You really know how to drive a man crazy, huh?”
Mickey gives a triumphant look while struggling to collect his breath. He moves his lips closer to Ian's ear, and the redhead's muscles stiffen. “I don't give a fuck about other men.”
Fuck. Ian feels like he's ready to come with simply one sentence he heard, but he manages to restrain himself. It truly shows to Ian that Mickey is his and only his, and he adores it far more than anyone realizes.
Ian pulls away a bit, gripping one of Mickey's legs and slinging it over his shoulder to gain a better angle to pound into the brunette. When he does, Mickey's entire body shakes with ecstasy; he feels him so deeply that he never wants this to end. It feels really amazing.
Mickey can no longer contain his moans as he indulges in pleasure and feels the sweat trickle down his body. Ian is slamming into him violently, grasping his body and marking his skin with a tight grip.
He couldn't care less about himself; all he can think about is how good it feels to shove himself inside of Mickey, feeling the tight walls wrap around his cock.
Mickey's wailing echoes across the room, and Ian hopes he could hear it every day. It sounds like music in his ears.
He observes Mickey's glasses falling off his nose, so he bends in and adjusts them while maintaining his hip movements steady and casting a desire-filled glance at himself.
“You feel so fuckin’ good, Mickey.” Ian whispers, staring down at his cock entering and exiting Mickey's hole repeatedly, feeling his bottom part harden at the sight.
The brunette's insides are tightening, he's breathing deeply and moaning uncontrollably; Ian understands what it means and can't help but smirk.
Mickey's gaze focuses on the other's, and he parts his lips, attempting to utter anything for a few seconds but failing: “Kiss me.”
Ian's heart skips a beat at the command; he never gets to hear it, Mickey's always masking his feelings, and his boyfriend is the one who makes the move. But now, he immediately does what he's requested, reaching in to the other's face, holding his jaw, and joining their lips in a passionate kiss.
Mickey wraps his arms over Ian's shoulders, pressing his nails into his skin and gasping into his mouth, “I'm… Fuck, I'm gonna come…”
Ian does not pause for a second, feeling himself approaching the climax as well.
Ian's ecstatic as their bedroom fills with slapping noises, moans, and heavy breathing.
He closes his eyes, places his hands against Mickey's waist, and adds a few more pounds till the brunette comes all over his stomach with a trembling groan, and the redhead takes a moment to release inside of his boyfriend instead.
He remains in the posture for a time, inhaling deeply and looking down at Mickey, who has never looked finer.
He's lying on a pillow, his hair tangled, cheeks flushed, lips open, and black glasses slipping down the tip of his nose.
Ian grins and moves towards him, eventually removing his glasses, “I fuckin’ love you, you know that?”
Mickey glances at the mess on top of his stomach, and Ian remains buried deep within him, “I love you too, asswipe.”
Ian places a light kiss on Mickey's lips, and before he can move away, the brunette asks him with one brow arched, “What's the obsession with glasses?”
“You'd be obsessed too if you've seen yourself.” Ian smirks, uniting their lips once more. “Don't wear them for anyone else besides me.”
Mickey smiles, amused, “As you wish, sir.”