“Fuck,yes!” Roger gasped, rocking his body down into the bed as if trying to give himself relief. “Oh, God… oh, Mickey… See? I can take it. I can take it all so fuckin’ good.”
Mickey’s hand was getting sore, and he decided to give Roger a break. He marveled at how quickly so many red handprints had popped up all across his abused cheeks, and he paused to trace one almost reverently.
An alien sense of pride fluttered in his chest at how well Roger had taken his punishment. He hadn’t asked Mickey to stop once. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do with it, but it made him smile.
“Good slut.” Mickey petted Roger’s red cheeks, giving him one last little pop. “You did so fuckin’ good for me. Now I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Mmm, yes. Thank you. Lube is in my wallet.” Roger was out of breath, his face flushed nearly as red as his ass when he looked back at Mickey. “Condoms too.”
“I got some,” Mickey said defensively.
He was an assassin, not some irresponsible dickhead.
By the time Mickey had pulled out a condom from his wallet, Roger had already fished out two small packets of lube from his pants on the floor and ripped one open with his teeth.
Roger squirted the lube all over his hand as he rolled over onto his back, thrusting two fingers right into his asshole with a deep groan. There was no buildup. There was no gentle opening. Roger was fucking himself hard and fast, and he demanded, “Come on! Put it in me, Mickey! Please, I was so good for you!”
“Christ, hang on!” Mickey slapped the side of Roger’s thigh, scrambling to open the condom. He was careful not to catch his piercing as he rolled it on. His pulse was thundering in his ears, and he was panting as he struggled to get into position.
He was totally consumed with the need to be inside Roger, to fuck him, to own him completely. He had to have a taste of that sweet hole, and he didn’t waste a second pushing inside of him. He groaned at the first taste of tight heat, gritting his teeth as he thrusted in balls deep.
Oh,fuck, that was good.
Roger was already clenching around him, as if trying to pull him in even farther, and he’d melted down into the mattress with a loud moan. “Ah, fuck, yes. Yes, Mickey. Give it to me!”
Grunting, Mickey rocked his hips and began a brutal rhythm. Roger was so damn tight, and Mickey loved how his legs fell apart as he took every inch of his cock. “Such a good fuckin’ boy,” he hissed. “Mmm, you like that dick?”
“Yes!” Roger grabbed his knees and pulled them up to his chest, begging, “Fuck, you feel so good! Come on, fuck me harder!”
“Fuck me harder what?” Mickey stilled and smirked down at him. “Gonna have to teach you some manners, huh?”
“For fuck’s sake!” Roger whimpered, staring up at Mickey with a pout. “Are you serious right now?”
“Uh huh.” Mickey pulled out leisurely, sliding back in about halfway and refusing to give him any more. He grabbed Roger’s hip to stop him from trying to push down on his cock and quickly spanked the underside of his thigh.
“Ow! Fuck!” Roger cried sharply, going still now. “Mickey! Please!”
“Tell me what I fuckin’ want to hear.” Mickey slapped his thigh again. “Now.”
Roger let out another delicious moan, and Mickey was struck by a new surge of lust from how responsive he was. That flare of defiance was lost in beautiful submission and watching it go out was like a drug. Roger was trembling, desperate, and Mickey could see his eyes getting glassy.
“Fuck me harder,” Roger said between gritted teeth, “please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, sir? Master? Your highness?” Roger whined. “I’ll call you whatever you fuckin’ want, just please fuck me!”
“Oh, master sounds real good,” Mickey declared wickedly. “Call me master.”
It was ridiculous and completely over the top, but it felt so right in that moment. He wanted to have full command of Roger’s body, and he wasn’t going to give him what he wanted until he heard those precious words.
“Please!” Roger begged, writhing beneath him. “Master, please fuck me!”
Mickey’s response was instant, and he slammed his cock back inside with a low grunt. He pushed Roger’s legs back up, and he fucked him as hard as he could. He could let go completely, focus on his own pleasure, and bask in Roger’s passionate moans.
He didn’t have to worry about hurting him or being too rough because this was exactly what Roger wanted.
Roger was taking his cock like he was made for it, giving it up beautifully with a litany of excited cries. He kept his legs arched up, and his toes were curling. He loved this, Mickey could tell, and they were just getting started.
