Yelping in surprise, Roger’s cries were soft, but Mickey could still hear how desperate he was.
Mickey was admittedly a little rusty, and he gagged the first time Roger’s cock hit the back of his throat. He swallowed and tried again, tightly wrapping his lips around Roger and sucking hard. He could taste his precum, and his cock was so hot against his tongue.
He wanted to give him this, to thank him for everything. He knew he didn’t have the words to describe what Roger meant to him, but he could take care of him, get him off, and make sure no one else ever touched him again.
It took only seconds for Roger to come, sobbing into the underwear in his mouth as he thrusted into Mickey’s mouth. Mickey took it all, hanging on to get every last drop. He pulled off, gasping, pressing open-mouth kisses to Roger’s hip and thigh.
Roger was limp, mewling pitifully, and he tossed the makeshift gag aside. “Holy…fuck.”
“Thought I told you to shut up?” Mickey crawled up Roger to kiss him, cradling the side of his face. His heart was still pounding, and he couldn’t define why this felt so different now.
Maybe because that empty spot inside of him suddenly didn’t feel so damn empty.
“Mmm, I don’t listen very well,” Roger mumbled.
“Obviously.”
“But I’m very cute.”
Mickey couldn’t argue that fact, but he refused to confirm it. He got them cleaned up and back into bed. He rubbed Roger’s raw ass and hip where he’d spanked him so cruelly and kissed the bite mark on his shoulder.
Roger drank in all the affection with a sleepy smile, cuddling his way up on Mickey’s chest and draping his arm across him. “So, yeah. Holy fuck, Mickey.”
“That good, huh?” Mickey smiled smugly.
“I don’t know what got into you, but Idefinitelywant it to get into me again.”
“I’ll see what I can do. Are you sure you’re… okay?” Mickey hesitated to ask, but he had been pretty rough.
“Oh, pffft, I’m fine.” Roger laughed. “I’ve had my ass beaten worse than that and didn’t even get to come.” He snuggled in closer. “I told you. I want a monster… just not an asshole, you know?”
“I get it. I think.”
“Keep doing what you’re fuckin’ doing, Mickey. And you’ll be…fine.”
Mickey groaned. “Oh, my God. Don’t even start.”
Roger snickered and traced Mickey’s collarbone. He was quiet for a few moments before he asked, “You think they’re gonna find the kid?”
“I hope so.” Mickey shifted his arm over to click off the unicorn lamp. “He’s one of us. We need him.”
“Yeah.”
“Get some sleep.” Mickey let the darkness wash over him, his muscles still singing their exertion and his core glowing with warmth. He held Roger a little closer, and he kissed his hair.
“Hey, Mickey?”
“What?” Mickey grunted.
“I think I love you,” Roger whispered.
Mickey shivered. He didn’t know what to say. He had never really felt love before. He knew he’d loved his mother and his grandfather, but what he felt for Roger…
It was different,powerful, and he couldn’t imagine ever being without him. The very idea of him leaving filled Mickey with rage, and the urge to claim him again took his breath away. His heart was pounding, and there was a new rush of warmth in that empty hole occupying his chest.
Maybe this was love.
Or he was insane.
