“Which time?” Roger rolled his eyes, slicking up his fingers and pushing them inside of himself. He groaned, thrusting quickly. “There’s been a few, sir.”
Mickey was honestly stumped. “I have no fuckin’ idea what you’re talking about.”
“Mmm, right before you went to prison,” Roger panted, his fingers moving even faster. “I wanted to stay at your place while you were gone. All I wanted was to fuckin’ feel close to you!”
“But it’s my goddamn place.” Mickey pulled out his cock and gave himself a few strokes. “I didn’t want you there. There’s nothing wrong with me wanting some fuckin’ space.”
“How about when I asked you to marry me and you said no?”
“That was fuckin’ years ago!” Mickey scoffed. “You’re still mad about that?”
“See, you say I’m fuckin’ crazy, but you can’t even see when you’re being a huge asshole.” Roger turned over onto his stomach, glaring at Mickey over his shoulder.
Mickey was uncertain, and the control he so enjoyed having over Roger felt fragile right now. He had never realized that he might have hurt Roger so deeply, and he didn’t know what to do with the very alien sensation of guilt coming over him.
He got on top of Roger, sliding the head of his dick between his cheeks. He leaned down to kiss behind Roger’s ear. “You knew I was a monster from the first fuckin’ day we met…”
“I know.” Roger closed his eyes and lifted up his hips, grinding back on Mickey’s cock. “But it’s why I love you. Now, shut up and fuck me, master.”
Mickey pushed against Roger’s hole, inhaling sharply as he finally slipped inside. It had been years since they’d been together, and the second they were connected it was like no time had passed at all. It was too familiar, too perfect, and Mickey let himself get swept up in the tight, wet heat of Roger’s body.
He thrusted hard through the initial resistance, bucking down to force Roger to open up around him. He knew how much Roger liked this, and the sound of his desperate moans was a lovely symphony that made him ache.
“Oh, m-master! Oh, fuck!” Roger clawed at the seat, trying to spread his legs for some relief.
“What’s wrong?” Mickey taunted as he kept up the brutal pace. “Those six guys not know how to fuck you right? Huh? Is that it? They didn’t know how to fuck you like the little slut you are?”
“No,” Roger whimpered between his teeth. “They never do. No one ever fucks me like you do! No one!”
“Damn right they don’t.” Mickey grunted, rearing his hips back and slamming deep. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, but he was going to make it good. Even without his jewelry in, that spot on his dick was still sensitive, and it felt so good pushing deep inside of Roger’s ass.
He braced himself on the seat and one of the front headrests, pounding into Roger without mercy. The force of his thrusts was making the car shake, and their breath was already fogging up the back windows.
Mickey’s muscles were burning from the effort, and he slowed down. This felt even better now, being able to take his time and enjoy the slick drag of each thrust. “Ah, fuck… Roger…”
“Master, oh, fuck… yeah…” Roger moaned, rolling his hips back. “God, yes… your cock feels so good. So fuckin’ good… I missed you. Fuck, I missed you so much.”
Mickey kissed Roger’s throat, nuzzling against his ear. Slow felt nice, and he wanted to make every second perfect. They’d have plenty of time for punishments and spankings; right now, this was what Mickey wanted more than anything. “Yeah, I missed you too… so fuckin’ much.”
“Please… touch me, master. I need it. I need to feel you.”
“I know. I know what you need.”
Sliding a hand under Roger’s chest, Mickey tugged at his shirt until the buttons gave way. He slipped inside and groped Roger’s chest, searching for his nipple. He smiled when he got to the piercing, a small ring Roger had gotten a few years ago.
They’d had a lot of fun with it, and he knew this was an especially sensitive spot for Roger.
He ran his fingers over it, rubbing and petting until Roger was whimpering and his nipple was hard. Mickey gave the ring a tug and enjoyed Roger’s following squeal of pleasure.
There was a tap on the windshield, and Mickey looked up.
Jules was standing there, grinning like a jackass and waving.
Mickey couldn’t help but smile.
And wave back.
“What was that?” Roger lifted his head.
