“Now,” Mickey said firmly, “you’re gonna sit on my dick, you’re gonna ride it until I fuckin’ come, and maybe if you do a decent job, I’ll let you come too. Right now? With what a fuckin’ brat you’re being? Not lookin’ so good for you.”
Roger’s eyes widened, but he looked delighted. He lifted his hips, obediently rubbing Mickey’s cock against his wet hole and sinking down. “Yes, fuck. I’ll be so good for you.”
Slapping his hand against Roger’s thigh, Mickey snapped, “I’ll be so good for you, what?”
“Master,” Roger sighed as he started moving. “I’ll be so good for you, master.”
“Keep going.” Mickey dragged his nails up Roger’s thighs and grabbed his hips, directing him to rock harder, faster. Roger was hot, tight, and Mickey swore his dick was deeper inside of him than ever before.
Every breath had the potential to birth a deep moan, and Mickey was fighting to keep quiet. Cold probably wouldn’t appreciate them defiling his little sister’s room, and there was something exciting about trying to be sneaky. It reminded him of when Roger sucked him off in the club’s bathroom, and a flood of adrenaline was setting all of his nerves on fire.
Everything was so much more intense, from the drag of Roger’s nails down his chest to the way Mickey’s skin was prickling up with goosebumps from the sheer rush of their coupling. He had to bite down on his lip to stop from coming too soon, but it was hard when Roger was riding him like this.
Roger was bouncing up and down with enough force to make the tacky unicorn lamp on the bedside table rattle, and he thrust two of his own fingers into his mouth to muffle his moans. Sucking on them only seemed to get him more worked up, and he rode Mickey harder.
“There you go,” Mickey urged, struggling to keep his voice down. “Get it, baby. Get it. Take what you fuckin’ need. Come on.”
Roger’s head fell back, and he let his body drop, groaning as he sat fully on Mickey’s cock and grinded down. The new pressure was maddening, and Mickey had to pant through the amazing friction.
The air was getting heavy and thick, and that emptiness inside of him was flooding with an explosion of sensation. Roger was riding his dick like it was the most fantastic thing in the world, like he couldn’t get enough of it, and it was a huge ego boost to see him so desperate for him.
No one else can do this to him. Fuckin’ no one can fuck him like I can, not fuckin’ ever.
Mickey could see Roger’s cock flex as it started getting hard again, and the ooze of pre-cum was glistening in the low light. Mickey arched his hips up, pushing as far as he could up into Roger’s hole, and he smacked his ass just to feel him flex around his dick.
“Master, please, please!” Roger whined, slowing to a seductive rhythm. “I wanna come, please… I’ll be good. I’ll be so fuckin’ good for you.”
“Not yet.” Mickey growled as he grabbed Roger’s sides to hold him in place as he fucked up into him. He had to show him who was in charge.
Roger moaned, too loud, and Mickey dragged him down to clamp his hand over his mouth. He kept pounding into him, drawing his legs up for more leverage as he fucked him.
“Shhhh, come on. Be quiet.” Mickey grunted, slamming into Roger hard enough to make him jerk in his lap. “Just be a good boy and take this dick, huh?”
Roger’s eyes rolled back, and he groaned into Mickey’s palm, struggling to reduce his volume to needy little whimpers. Even if no one heard him wailing, they could definitely hear the sound of their bodies jackhammering together.
Mickey was in awe of how Roger could take every ruthless thrust and still want more. Mickey’s muscles were tensing, and that familiar pressure was winding up as he felt his climax building.
He loved coming inside of Roger, loved the wet slide, filling him up, marking his territory—
That pushed Mickey over the edge, and he came with a stunted cry. He slammed up into Roger’s ass, using his grip on his hips to force him to grind down as his cock pulsed. He could feel the heat of his own load, increasing the sweet sensation of Roger’s already hot hole hugging his cock.
He moved his hand to snatch Roger’s hair, drowning a growl out against his lips in a fierce kiss. He kept his hips moving until he had nothing left to give, and he pulled away with a sharp gasp. “Ah, fuck.”
“There you go, master,” Roger breathed, greedily writhing on his dick as if he could milk out another load. “Mmm, yes, give it to me. Every fuckin’ drop. Fuck, yes.”
Mickey went limp against the floor and basked in the buzz of an awesome afterglow. He gave Roger’s ass a half-hearted smack. “Mmm, good boy. Now stop.”
Roger rocked his hips slower, but he didn’t stop. “Can I come now, master? Please? I took your load so fuckin’ good.”
Tingles of overstimulation made Mickey grit his teeth, and he exhaled carefully, trying not to moan. “I’ll tell you when you can come. And I didn’t say you could. Now fuckin’ quit it.”
“Come on, master,” Roger pleaded. “I want it so bad.” He kept moving, his cock dripping a thin line of pre-cum. “Let me come for you, please.”
Mickey sat up fast enough that he startled Roger. He used his thumb to pin Roger’s hard cock against his stomach, and he ordered firmly, “Lay back. Right now.”
Roger did so, propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch what Mickey was doing. His legs curled loosely around Mickey’s hips, and he panted loudly. “What are you doing, master?”
“Teaching you a lesson.” Mickey kept Roger’s cock trapped, only holding the head and lightly smacking the shaft with his other hand. “You never fuckin’ listen.” He smacked him again a little harder, enjoying how Roger twitched. “You like this, don’t you? Gettin’ your cock fuckin’ spanked?”
