Roger was letting him do this. He was letting Mickey do whatever the fuck he wanted to him, and it was insanely hot. Mickey mouthed along Roger’s shoulder, urging him, “Come on. Keep going.”
“Right. Yes, sir.” Roger moaned at a particularly deep twist of Mickey’s fingers. “Fuck. Yeah. Okay, mmm, gotta do… gotta do the top.” He dumped more sauce, spilling it across the counter as he frantically grabbed a handful of cheese to dump over it.
“Aww, Roger, no,” Mickey scolded, pushing his fingers in to the knuckle and holding. “You think I’m gonna accept that fuckin’ mess? This is my Pops’ recipe.” He whipped his hand across Roger’s ass as hard as he could. “Clumsy slut!”
“Fuck! Sir! Oh, God!” Roger jerked back on Mickey’s fingers, his back bowing as he clawed at the counter. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”
Watching Roger writhe so enthusiastically made Mickey’s head light. He was doing this to Roger, turning him into a whimpering little mess, just by spanking him. Roger was exposed, helpless, and he was completely at Mickey’s mercy.
He enjoyed having Roger bent over the counter like this, his ass so easily accessible and his face down in submission as Mickey petted his reddening cheeks. He could only see three of his fingers in the handprint he’d left there, and he knew he could do better than that. He reared his arm back and spanked Roger again.
“Fuck!” Roger cried out. “I’m sorry!”
“Clean it up and fix it, right now,” Mickey demanded. “Lick it all up. Every fuckin’ drop.”
“Yes, sir.” Roger lowered his head with a pitiful whine, his tongue darting out to lick up the spilled sauce and cheese. He sucked it all into his mouth like it was a fine meal, and he gasped as he kept on licking when the mess was long gone.
“Good boy.” Mickey reached for Roger’s hair and pulled him back, lapping along the bruise at his neck. “Look at what a good job you did… are you ready to finish it now? The right way?”
“Yes, sir,” Roger wheezed. “Please. Let me try again. I’ll be good.”
God, Mickey felt powerful. Roger was a complete slave to his every command, and the rush was heady and thick. He would do anything Mickey told him to, and Mickey wanted to fuck him within an inch of his life right there on the counter.
But not yet.
Mickey wanted to make this last.
Pulling out his fingers, he popped Roger’s ass again and grabbed a firm handful, enjoying how hot his skin was. Roger had to be tender by now, and Mickey grinned when he squeezed down and he moaned.
“Go on,” Mickey said. “Finish.”
“Yes, master.” Roger fixed the sauce over the top of the lasagna and carefully spread a fresh layer of cheese. He sprinkled a few herbs, then he grabbed a roll of aluminum foil. “Is this good?”
“It looks much better, thank you.”
“Thank you, master.” Roger smiled. After covering the pan with foil, he carried it to the oven and slid it carefully inside. “Twenty-five minutes with the foil on, then thirty minutes with it off.”
“Good. We’ve got some time to kill.” Mickey unbuttoned his pants. “Come here. Kneel down and suck me.”
Roger came obediently as ever, greedily reaching to get Mickey’s cock out. He licked around the piercing with a coy grin before taking Mickey all the way down his throat.
“Good boy.” Mickey smirked, admiring how Roger’s pretty pink lips stretched around his cock. He wished he could take a picture. Roger probably wouldn’t even mind. He grabbed a firm handful of Roger’s hair and thrusted.
Roger’s eyes closed, and his expression softened, totally blissed out as Mickey fucked his face. Mickey was slow, patient, and he stroked Roger’s hair reverently. They had time, twenty-five minutes to be exact, and he was going to use every second.
Fuck, he’d missed this so much.
Mickey pushed deep, testing how long he could hold himself there down Roger’s throat before he started to whimper. He pulled out so Roger could gasp, and he rubbed his cock over Roger’s bottom lip.
“Mm, master.” Roger lapped at the slick head, twirling the tip of his tongue around the piercing and kissing it.
It was like Mickey’s cock was the most delicious treat, and Roger couldn’t get enough. Every twist of his tongue was excited, eager, and his gaze was positively ravenous when he looked up at Mickey.
“Good boy.” Mickey urged his cock back into Roger’s mouth, inhaling sharply at the new suction enveloping him. Fuck, Roger was sucking him so hard it almost hurt, and when he started bobbing his head, Mickey groaned.
God, that was so good.
Petting Roger’s hair, Mickey praised, “Fuck, you’re so good at that. So fuckin’ hot. I love your mouth. Almost as much as I love your tight little ass…”
