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mr and mr gallagher- milkovich

Ian shakes his head, tone soft. "You want it, it's all yours." He licks his lips a little, pleading to Mickey to see some sense in this whole thing. It was stupid. This wasn't them. "I can't shoot you, I can't do it, Mickey."

Mickey's arms start to shake, and he tries to bite down his quivering lip. This was Ian. His Ian. The man he had told himself many times not to fall for, but he did unintentionally. He sniffs up, scowling a little, as he saw the desperation fill in Ian's eyes.

Impatiently, Ian shoves Mickey's gun out of his hands, and lunged at him, attacking him with his lips. Mickey gasped sharply, stumbling back and slamming his back against the table behind them. He groaned in a wince before pulling Ian closer to his chest.

Mickey's arms looped around his shoulders, pushing Ian back and slamming him into the mirror. The glass shattered behind Ian, causing him to moan out loudly, Mickey smirks, hooking Ian's legs around his waist and pressing their mouths together roughly.

Ian grips to Mickey's shirt, ripping it off his torso and kicked him out into the hallway, before shoving him against the wall kissing a path of aggressive, lustful, kisses down the column of his neck. His hands work at his jeans, trying to get them unbuttoned. Mickey helps him out of his clothes too, shedding them messily, as they pushed and shoved at each-other into walls, and furniture.

Mickey whined, pressing against him as soon as they were both naked. Ian sighed, hauling Mickey's legs up again, wrapping them around his waist and moving them into the next room. He clears the counter top with one quick sweep, and roughly pushes Mickey onto the counter. Mickey squeaks, fingers clawing into Ian's back, possibly drawing blood, he presses their lips together again, moaning out at the luxurious taste that he missed so much.

Forcefully, Ian turns Mickey against the counter, kneeling down and skimming his rough, cut hands along the curve of Mickey's ass. He presses his tongue against Mickey's rim, holding him tightly with a hard hand against Mickey's hip.

"Fuck, Ian." Mickey curses out, gripping to the counter tightly, toes curling as Ian teases his tongue against his hole, licking around but not yet pushing through. "Such a fucking tease." He bites.

Ian snorts, as Mickey's hips rock forward against the counter. Ian digs his fingers into Mickey's thighs before slowly pressing his tongue inside. Mickey panted, gasping sharply and quickly, his forehead placed against the countertop of his hips jerked.

The redhead hums, looking up at the squirming body above him as he licked into Mickey greedily, his hand snaking around Mickey's waist to grip at his cock. Mickey puts his hand back, tugging at Ian's hair as the strokes matched Ian's tongue, hissing through his teeth as his moans grew louder.

"Just – fucking – get in me, Gallagher." Mickey shot back, moan separating each word.

"You want me inside of you, Mick?" Ian teases, pinching at Mickey's ass before lightly blowing against his rim. Mickey squirmed against the counter, hands gripping back to find some ground, his moan echoed through the area, he hips rocking into Ian's palm.

Mickey swallows harshly, turning back to glare at Ian. "What the hell do you think?"

Ian just smirked, pulling out the drawers of the counter, not caring when they fall to the floor and the glass smashes from within them. He finally locates a tub of lube, slicking himself up fully, getting ready to pound into Mickey. "You want more prep?" He asks, just incase.

Mickey shakes his head, biting down against his lip. "Get the fuck on with it."

"As you wish." Ian chuckles at Mickey's urgency, turning him around against the edge of the counter, so he was sitting up against it again, legs wrapping around his waist and drawing him in closer.

Ian crushes their lips together, Mickey's nails digging into Ian's back as he slowly pushed into him, trying to adjust at first. They both groan out breathlessly, pausing for a moment before Ian started to thrust all in once. Mickey digs his heel into Ian's ass, biting down against his damp shoulder. Ian pulls Mickey's face to him, gripping his tightly, and licked into his mouth before he started to fuck into him roughly and recklessly, hard and tight.

Mickey clawed at his back, biting down at Ian's bottom lip, as Ian hammered into him, pressing him against the edge of the painful counter edge. "F-fuck!" Mickey yells out when Ian changes angle. But Ian can't keep it for long, it was a little difficult.

When Mickey got frustrated, his hot breath soaking Ian's shoulder, he pushes him back, wincing at the loss of contact in his ass and the empty feeling. Ian's eyes grow wide, breath hitched as he slammed backwards into the fridge. Mickey jumps from the counter, narrowing his eyes before he grabbed Ian and threw him down to the floor.

Ian landed with a groan, wincing as his bruised side hit against the hard ground. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when Mickey slid down to straddle him, guiding his cock back inside of him with a heaving sigh, his eyes closed, breath fluttering.

Mickey's head lolled forward, rolling his hips back and forth against Ian. Ian felt his eyes grow dark, fingers digging into Mickey's hips, holding on as Mickey continued to ride him incredulously, moaning out happily, a chuckle at his lips.

It was about time that Mickey's thighs stared to burn deliciously, as he rolled his hips harder against Ian's large, eager cock. Ian pressed against his prostate with every roll, pulling his legs up to apply for leverage. Ian canted his hips, feet pressed to the ground as he thrust up to meet Mickey's movements. Mickey laughed out, eyes finally opening, as he hands found Ian's chest, running smoothly up and down the abs and delicate toned skin.

"Like what you see, Gallagher?" Mickey teased, gasping.

Ian smirked. Was that even a question? He reaches over and pumps against Mickey's dick. "Always."

Mickey laughed again, moaning out loudly as Ian's hand worked him effortlessly. He flipped them over against the floor, so once again he was on top, hovering over the flushed man he had fallen for. Mickey rolled his eyes as Ian hitched up his legs over his arms and hammered into him. He could feel the pit brewing in his stomach, he was so close, and he wanted nothing more than to see Mickey come completely undone beneath him.

Ian gave him every trick in his book, biting down at the crook of his neck that he knew made Mickey go crazy, hands skimming down his sides, making his squirm. Mickey writhed, eyes rolling to the back of his head at each thrust. Sooner than later, he came with a loud cry, spilling all over the gap between his and Ian's stomach. Ian reaches down and smooths out the sensitive skin, rubbing his thumb over the drenched slit.

Mickey narrowed his eyes, panting, as he clenching around Ian's cock as if he was born to it. He drags his nails down Ian's chest, grinning as Ian's back arched a little at the touch. Ian choked, crying out into Mickey's open mouth as he came a moment later, hips going erratic before slowling inside of Mickey, body shaking he held himself up over his husband.

Ian finally rolled over, groaning as he pulled out. Mickey's legs flopped to the ground, as they lay side by side against the wooden, cold floor, trying to grasp some sort of air. Mickey turns to look over at Ian, smile breached at his lips, tongue darting out in the corner.

When he does, Ian pulls his fist back, slamming it into his cheek.

Mickey reels back with a curse, holding a hand against his cheekbone, eyes wide. "What the fuck was that for?" He spits out a little blood next to him, Ian's giggling like an idiot.

"You ruined my fucking kitchen." Ian glares, waving his hand around the room.

Mickey scoffs, rolling his eyes, turning over to straddle Ian's hips. "Your cooking was shit anyway."

Ian cocks his head, offended, but before he could speak, Mickey's lips are on his.